Liberty’s POVAadhya, the first witch, has been waiting for me! I don’t understand what she has in mind, but the display going on in front of me is distracting. I wince and gasp as each crack of the whip opens the woman’s skin and deep claret blood paints her back.“It didn’t go on for long. I wasn’t concerned for myself, I had already decided I would not live beyond this moment. My thoughts were with my girls, I didn’t want them to be subjected to the lives these men would have them live. We are not here to serve them as they would have it, given the opportunity. That is why I cursed them to live as the dogs they are. I made certain my last act on earth would ensure they could have no power without the love of a woman.” Aadhya watches the men pass the whip and four young women screaming for their mother. The men restraining the girls, hold them around their waist with one arm, their fists grip the women’s hair and forcefully hold their heads to face the brutal exhibition.“That’s you
Imelda’s POVI was at the pool bar with Esme when she got the call to come to Liberty’s office. It has been a hell of a week and it has all led to this day.Accelerating our plan is not ideal but necessary. Esme and I have spent the last couple of days charging the old, burned out shell of the cabin, with cloaking and protective energy. It takes a lot of power to hide people, but even more to cloak the energy released by certain acts like the beginning or end of a life.These things have an energy of their own, and a violent death leaves behind a significant scar. Pine Lake is a peaceful place and we don’t want Kendrick’s execution to taint the land or the pack.The meeting is an eye-opener, Liberty has learned much more than I thought and I have a feeling Marcel has a large part to play in that. The two of them are as thick as thieves again and their relationship seems to be in a comfortable place for now.The energy I have been feeling is growing, and as I sit in the chair opposite
Hunter’s POV Liberty knew there were cells beneath the Shadow Ridge pack house, but she had never seen them. On our way there she told Marcel and I that she had only been outside of Kendrick’s room twice. Once when she was taken there after the slaughter of our pack, and then when she first shifted and Justice made a run for it. She had been back in a way, when she projected and saw Melissa, but still she was only in one room, so we had no way of knowing how to find the women he keeps. It didn’t take long for Didier to find us and lead us to them. Marcel had obviously made him aware of our intentions, and not wanting to disappoint Liberty he made sure we would succeed in our rescue mission. My mind was elsewhere most of the time. I have killed before, that is not what was bothering me, or not entirely, but seeing the state of the pack and the land had made it all seem so much more real. I have my work cut out for me, there is no doubt about that. The pack members I had seen on our
Imelda’s POVEveryone felt the shift in power when Hunter ended Kendrick’s life. Even in the protection of my circle, I felt his venomous life force sinking into the earth ready to begin a new cycle. The plants and trees of the surrounding forest will take that dark energy and cleanse it, transforming it into something good and productive before releasing it back to the world .Marcel is still on tender hooks, his unusual fidgetiness has not gone unnoticed by anyone, but as usual, getting to the bottom of it will have to wait.Hunter must return Kendrick’s body to Shadow Ridge and proclaim himself Alpha, then defeat anyone who challenges him for the title. We don’t foresee any challengers and Vitandi and the Elite Warriors have remained there to ensure the safety of the innocent majority.If I know Vitandi, and I think I do, he will have sniffed out any dissenters and have them holed up in the grotty dungeon. Contrary to common opinion, I am not thrilled about the dragon in our midst
Uriel’s POV The last few days have been a whirlwind of action and commotion. The state of Shadow Ridge was so much worse than it appeared on the surface. We knew Kendrick had run the pack into the ground, but some of the things we discovered caught us completely off guard.It was the second day after the big take over that we discovered it. When I say we, I mean Lottie and Liberty. They had been spending time with the women we rescued and helping them settle in, when one of them mentioned something about a facility. Liberty put two and two together almost immediately, after hearing Averson talk about his experience in a rebellion research facility, and knowing of Kendrick’s ties to the Katasan, she knew that it was a very real probability that Shadow Ridge had served as some sort of satellite facility. Liberty has been distracted with everything going on, but she has been pussy footing around me for days. Everything we cross paths, she goes to say something but is immediately calle
Liberty’s POVIt’s been an emotionally taxing few days, but out of everything that has happened here and at Pine Ridge, the thing that had got to me the most was Isobel.I knew that having another Vampyre and humans on pack land was going to cause a bit of a stir. It’s in our nature to be protective of our territory, and the sheer amount of newcomers has us all on high alert. But that woman is something else entirely.The way she followed Marcel around like a lost little puppy, always after his attention, her skimpy outfits leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, I couln’t help cringing at her blatant desperation.Marcel has ignored her for the most part. Until last night anyway. When she strolled into the main hall to join the pack for dinner, she walked right up to him, bold as anything, and sat right in his lap at the table. The looks that passed between us all were badly hidden and the vein in Claudel's temple must have tripled in size.I wish I could describe the look of sho
Esme’s POVWhen they say the grass isn’t always greener on the other side, they weren’t kidding.I knew there would be a rough road ahead before we could settle into some semblance of a normal life, but I was not prepared for the dirt we dug up under the abandoned school house. My visions have been blinkered recently. Before they were broad and I could see how everyone’s paths were intertwined. Now I only see myself, Hunter and Pine Ridge.Before Hunter made his decision, I had visions of many possible futures, this was not one of them. Hunter is constantly stressed and easily agitated. I’m not saying I blame him, he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. The day he took his place as Alpha, he ended six lives, Kendrick and the five men who challenged him.In the almost couple of weeks since then, there have been half a dozen more challenges and half a dozen more deaths. The people aren’t adjusting to our ways as easily as I had foolishly hoped. Change is hard, I know that, we b
Christian’s POV Yesterday evening I made the grave mistake of mentioning out loud how well everything is going here and at Pine Ridge. Hunter and Esme have found a way to engage their entire pack. They now have a ruling council, overseen by the two of them. It couldn’t have worked out better really, the council members were elected by the people, and they seem to be placated, for now at least. Democracy among wolf packs is rare, but then so is a pack with two very distinct and opposing communities, if that is what works for them, I fully support and respect Hunter’s decision.The women and children we took in have settled in nicely. Most of the women have found mates among our warriors and after Liberty’s little speech, they are embracing the safety and security of the mate bond and our pack. There has been far more going on behind the scenes, counselling, medical treatments, conditioning and training. Liberty and Lottie have worked tirelessly to integrate the refugees into our pack
Chapter TwoConstance’s POV With the raiding party away, a rare calmness has come over the castle. I often find myself eagerly awaiting their departure so I can let down my guard and just be. This place is the only home I have ever known. I grew up within these walls and every room, every portrait and piece of furniture is attached to a memory of my life before, though it feels less and less like my sanctuary as Halen continues to fill it with his experiments.He says we are all one clan, the vampires he creates are family and that his creations will assure our safety and our place in the world. I know he believes every word he speaks but I can not get a moments peace with them around. I am constantly on edge, waiting for one of them to go feral and kill the human pets Halen keeps around for us to feed upon. He is adamant it will not happen again, but I have quickly learned that his belief in something doesn’t make it so.The dining hall is my second favourite room and as I walk ar
Please enjoy a sneak peek of Marcel’s story, which is now available. VB xxMarcel of The Lone Mountains.A Vampyre’s story by Veronica BlackChapter OneMarcel’s POV “Open your eyes and watch, boy.” My father snarls through gritted teeth, spittle flies from his taught lips into my face. He roughly grabs the loosely tied pony tail at the back of my head and wrenches my head back, which forces me to look up and watch the carnage unfolding in front of my eyes. My jaw tightens in frustration but I bite my tongue. I hate that he calls me ‘boy’. I haven’t been a boy for over a century, but he still looks down on me as if I am dirt beneath his boot and nothing more than a juvenile inconvenience. “This... is what we are. This... is what they made us. You can not fight nature son.” He shakes my head, pulling my hair out at its roots, as he aggressively makes his point.He is not wrong about not being able to fight nature, however, we are anything but natural. He continues his speech, the s
Grace’s POV I looked out of the window just as a dozen men in leather armour jogged past. It looks like they are surrounding something but I can’t see it the middle of the protective huddle.“Something is happening.” Lena sticks her head around the door of our shared room. Of course she would be one of the first to know if something is going on, her intuition is razor sharp and she is rarely wrong.“I can see that, but it’s none of our business. We should not go meddling unless we are invited. You know that.” I tell her in warning. Alma made it abundantly clear that we are to stay out of pack business unless she tells us otherwise. I’m more than happy to heed her advice and stay well out of it. The fewer people I meet, the less likely they are to find out anything they need not know.“It is our business. I have a really strong feeling we are meant to be part of this. Whatever they have brought back is tied to us. Come on. We will just watch, from a distance if that makes you feel bett
Marcel’s POV Imelda’s room has remained untouched. Not one of us has been able to face going in there. It just hasn’t felt right, like it’s too soon to close this chapter. Part of me wants to believe she is still in there, plotting and scheming ways to make Averson suffer. She may have been more understanding of what happened and why, but causing his discomfort had become a bit of a sport to her and it kept him on his toes.On my way back from breakfast with Claudel I walked to my room, the same as I have done every day for weeks. Claudel has been talking of leaving for a little while and it seems he has decided to bid us farewell in a few days. He has had his amusement and knows our clan will be anxiously awaiting his return. He and Vitandi have been getting along surprisingly well and it wouldn’t come as a shock to discover that Vitandi will join Claudel and spend some time at our home in the Lone Mountains. There is a palpable tension between the dragon and the Alphas and a parti
Lottie’s POVThere has been a sense of fragile peace and calm around here for a few days. I doubt it will last very long, it never does. It’s sad to think that at a time when we should all be enjoying every day, we are waiting for the other shoe to drop.My father is in the dog house with my brothers, they are both livid that he went off script and rained fyre down on the Katasan. He did what he set out to do, but it could have ended differently. Luckily when Christian, Zander and Marcel returned they had Alma, Grace and Lena with them. Without Grace’s healing magic Uriel would almost certainly still be in the hospital, but everyone is acting as if all is well that ends well.Speaking of Uriel, he has been happily holed up in his room with May, who we all now know to be Amaya, the mate he thought he had lost. I’m happy for him, if anyone deserves to find happiness he is right at the top of the list. Putting up with my brothers, he was due some good fortune, and Amaya has been through
Uriel’s POVA few of us noticed Liberty and Wendy disappearing into the woods whilst we gathered around the tables laid out for Thomas, Zachary and Imelda’s wake. Gerald was quick to his feet, signalling with a discreet nod of his head for three of the Old Guard to follow at a distance.Concern for the Luna has been spreading through the pack. She seems to have lost touch with reality ever since the night she had the pups. When I returned with Vitandi and Averson I expected to be read the riot act, punished, shamed, relieved of my command or at the very least given the dressing down I deserved from my Alphas. Fortunately for me they were otherwise occupied. By the time they had been reassured by Doc Wood that their mate and pups were remarkably in perfect health, their anger at my disobedience had dissipated.The excited tremor of success, when I debriefed the group about our mission, was short lived. Marcel had been nowhere to be seen so we began without him. It was strange holding a
Liberty’s POVI stand and watch as flames engulf the three carefully built pyres, and I feel completely numb. I can’t tell any of them how I feel or what happened when I saw Aadhya again the night I had the twins. Emotions in the pack are high, the loss of two of our warriors and Imelda has rocked the pack to it’s core.I couldn’t tell them I wasn’t coping or that I had died, no matter how briefly it might have been for them, it felt like a life time for me. Aadhya came to take me home with her and that feeling has not left me. She talked about all of the good I would be able to do on the other side, she told me my pups would be loved and cared for by the entire pack and they would never walk alone, but all I could think was that I’m not done.That is when I realised it was over. My life, everything we had been fighting for, the future I had grown to want and cherished the idea of. The pack would have to carry the burden without me. Lottie, Imelda, Esme, Hunter, Christian, Zander and
Marcel’s POVI like to think that in my long life and varied experiences, I have seen pretty much everything there is to see in this world. Since coming to Pine Lake, my belief in my own wisdom has been put into question on many occasions, as has my mastery of my emotions.Alma, Lena and Grace are another anomaly I can’t explain. Their power and knowledge rivals that of Imelda, which should not be possible, not unless they are all connected in some way, by blood or by magic. I can’t explain it and they won’t, not yet anyway. There is no denying the energy of the three of them individually, but when they come together you can feel it in the air like static electricity.By the time we reached the bunker I was certain that Alma is indeed a high priestess, and far older than her appearance portrays, and that she has taken the other two under her wing to teach them the ancient magic that has been all but forgotten. I was excited to introduce Alma and Imelda, the two of them are so similar,
Uriel’s POVPlanting the explosives is turning out to be the easiest part of this suicide mission. Getting out of this labyrinth in the next few minutes is proving harder than you might think. The whole base is like damned a maze. Every corridor is just like the previous one. There is no signage and the map is all but useless now. We have been turned around a few times, choosing to avoid oncoming soldiers rather than waste precious time fighting.“How long?” Averson calls ahead to me.I glance at my watch and know it is going to take a miracle or an act of the fates to get us out of here.“A minute and change.” I call back as I skid around the next corner, not putting on the breaks hard enough and slamming sideways on into the wall.“Move your arse.” Averson catches up, grabs me by the back of the neck and forces me forward with him. Hitting the wall at high speed stunned me for a moment but I’m alright now.The next, seemingly endless, corner we turn brings a welcome sight. There, la