I thought to myself, this is the end. I didn't see how I could survive this. I had not succeeded in fighting with the werewolves—I was ridiculously overpowered and it was a foolish attempt to even try. I was proud of myself, though. I tried. I couldn't say that I didn't and that was enough for me. That didn't mean I wasn't devastated that things had escalated and gone so badly. The crowd of werewolves was jeering at me and saying harsh words, like how they would laugh when I hung by the neck. I ignored it all because clearly I had more problems than caring about what they thought or said. My despair knew no bounds. It was a raging mess inside of me. There was no beginning or end to it. I could hardly breathe. I was forced up the stage and by this time, I felt all my strength leave my body. Accepting that this was my reality and that I wouldn't leave this place alive wasn't easy: in fact, it was impossible. I struggled some more but one of them threw a punch in my gut and I doubl
"You again," I said weakly. There was mild disbelief in my words.The werewolf approached me and as he did, I realized that his eyes weren't on my face. They were on my neck, on the noose around it. In his eyes, even in the dark, I saw rage."This shouldn't be happening," he mumbled.I didn't have an answer for him. I couldn't even think of one. I was tired, hungry, and thirsty. Every bone in my body was on fire and I was on the verge of giving up completely. I couldn't figure out why I was still standing. I had no hopes, so why was I still on my feet?His fingers skimmed lightly over my cheek and this was enough to wake me up. I inched away from him and stared at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"I wasn't angry; I was scared. He creeped me out but I was always safely in my cage. It was never like this. Out here, there was nothing stopping him from hurting me and nobody would care either. I was the witch they wanted dead."Get away from me!" I exclaimed. "I tried to," he told
Horrified gasps emerged from the crowd. Some people even stepped away from him."What?" the Alpha asked, rising.There was a troubled look on his face as he beheld me. I didn't know what to think anymore. I didn't take him seriously until now so I was as equally lost as everyone else.Was he actually doing this?"You can't kill her," he said in a loud voice. "I won't allow it."My eyes darted to the Alpha's face, which was growing red with rage and indignation. He said, "I always treated you like a son.""Yes," he agreed. "But only after Garrett left you and this world behind. You speak as though he didn't make his own decision. He didn't want anything to do with any of us.""That doesn't mean she had the right to kill him!" he boomed. His voice was sharp enough to make me flinch. "Enough with this foolishness. End this once and for all!"Panic entered Xander's eyes and he said, "Whoever touches that lever will have me to answer to after all of this!"The Alpha chuckled darkly. "Is th
I awoke hours—and I meant hours—later. The room was dark, which indicated that the sun had gone down. In that case, it meant I slept through the day.I was energized and on edge now as I didn't know what came next. I had only spoken to Xander a few times before and was rude to him all those times. I wouldn't go as far as saying that he killed his uncle because of me but I benefited from that immensely, and now that it was all over and I was safe, I was thinking about what he had said to me last night in the dark. He was being sincere when he said he'd help me. I felt ashamed, naturally. I doubted him and he ended up being my salvation. How weird was that? I was being hunted by them and ended up being saved by one of them. There was still the issue with me being his 'mate'. I didn't know what that meant exactly as I only had a loose idea but it made me anxious. I sat on the bed in the dark, unsure of what to do. I was devastatingly hungry and thirsty, but my anxiety was wild enough
"What do you mean by that? What night?"A small smile tugged his lips as he said, "I had a feeling you wouldn't recognize me. You were carrying a jar with herbs and bumped into me. We made eye contact. Do you remember that?"It sank in then. It was that night when Felix took me to this den of werewolves or whatever that was and we spoke to Red. As we walked out of the room, I lost sight of him and as I was looking around for him, I bumped into Xander. Yes, it was him. How did I forget that? It had slipped my mind entirely and I never thought about it again. I had lost Felix for a few beats and he was there, looking at me. I even remembered being freaked out by him. This was absolutely insane and I was shocked that I hadn't realized it before. Then again, my days were all crazy and eventful those days. He added, "I was there to kill you. I'd been following the two of you for a while.""You said you knew I was innocent. How...how did you know that?" I asked, wincing. "You didn't seem
The next morning, I woke up with the sun on my face. It took me a second to get used to it. I’d been under the sun before but this felt more significant somehow. It made me realize that it had been too long since I felt this, and that I was slowly transforming into a creature of the night when I was with Felix. This felt a lot more natural and normal. My mood was elevated and when I sat up and stretched my arms over my head, I felt well. Physically and mentally. My source of anxiety was the werewolves attacking me, but now that I was amongst them, and knew I was safe, it didn’t bother me anymore. Presently, I had no worries. That didn’t mean I was completely relaxed. I knew that I had to find a way to get out of here and start my life from scratch. I couldn’t depend on the kindness of strangers forever. I had to figure my own things out. Xander had been more than nice for letting me stay, and I would return the favor by getting out of his hair as quickly as possible. I took ano
I followed Xander to his cozy office. He closed the door behind me and our bodies came into contact for a split second. Electricity fizzled in the air around us but it’s either we both chose to ignore it or it was just my imagination. Something about him pulled me to him, and I couldn’t understand what it was. It was stronger than me, and the closer I got to him, the more certain I was of this feeling. He went around his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a photo album. When he looked up at me, excitement was glinting in his eyes. “This holds the history of our pack,” he informed me. “Everything we are is right here. I want to show it to you.”I nodded and took the empty chair across from his. He opened the first picture. It was black and white, which astonished me because I didn’t think werewolves were this old. Then again, they were probably around from the beginning of time. “This is the first photograph one of us ever took. We were around for way longer than the 1800s.”“Y
As agreed, Thelma came for me early in the morning. I was already up by then. I had showered and cleaned up as best as I could. I wanted to look presentable. She surprised me by having clothes ready for me, though. It was a dark blue pencil skirt and a ruffled blouse that reminded me of librarians, which was ironic considering the job I’d soon be undertaking. “Dress up,” she told me. “Xander really wants you to attend his coronation. He has front seats for us.”Thelma and I hadn’t t really spoken much, but I felt the need to confide in someone, and so I said, “I’m scared. The last time I was amongst at the rest of the pack, things weren’t all that great.”“Think of it this way,” she began, “you’re with the Alpha, so there’s nothing they can do to you. And if they happen to have a bad thought about you, you won’t be able to hear it either. I suggest you stop worrying about them all, or you’ll make yourself sick.”I smiled at her words of encouragement, but didn’t feel significantly b