RubyI begin training to be a better wolf. Logan comes to watch once in a while, he hasn’t really come to participate, just watch my progress. It was honestly hard when I first started. I had to start building my core and muscles, learn endurance as a wolf. How fast I can shift as a wolf in a fight or emergencies. I am getting fluid and faster but I haven’t fought any wolf yet.But today will be my first fight with another wolf. A young woman who is only two years younger than mine. I have been training, my eyes sizing her up and thinking I can beat her. My trainer has been a male wolf called Cyrus. He doesn’t take much but you can tell he has definite strength and experience. He isn’t like my mate who is an alpha but this wolf has won battles and has scars to prove it.“let’s begin.” Cyrus says. His body moving away from the ring and everyone follows his instructions. I stand at the back watching everyone on what to do. He leads them in their morning stretch, getting their muscles re
WolfI face the male wolf, who is not much taller than I am.He throws a pinch at me, then kicks me with his boot.His strike hitting me in my belly, which quivers into itself. But the make doesn’t relent. I try to stand but he throws a left hook that makes me disoriented for a sec. The male keeps coming back to hit me without giving me a little reprieve. My wolf refuses to give up, trying to push me to stand at every chance. She slowly starts to make an appearance. A growl rumbles out with our displeasure. This male seizes his opportunity and lays me out hard, falling to the ground. He’s on me in an instant, no mercy. He has my neck and arm in a chock hold. He keeps his arm tight around my neck, my sir supply getting narrower and narrower. His other arm is pulling my hand behind my back in an unusual way. I feel it’s going to break. The pain is too much. So I grit my teeth in my jaw and take this pain; I take it because I can. My threshold for pain is high. I just have to keep up hol
RubyWhen I wake up, I’m alone, and there’s food cooking. My stomach growls so loud. I hadn’t eaten anything since before the fiasco of yesterday. I slept through to the next day after the hospital had fixed my arm.I’m good. I sit up, cross legged, and adjust some of the blankets around me.Even my isn’t healed completely so it hurts a little but not as bad as yesterday. I’m In Logan’s house. He must have brought me here when I passed out yesterday after they fixed my arm.I close my eyes and breathe deep. Then I smell something. Food. I grin. I smell breakfast and it is ready.I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I have no idea where my clothes are so I snag a big T-shirt and pull it on. It comes down to my knees. I run my fingers through my hair. I make my way toward the kitchen, I step through the door. Logan’s muscular back is towards me. He’s messing with the food on the gas cooker.He’s wearing gray sweatpants low on his hips, he has nicely sculpted ass. I drop my gaz
LylaI let the door to the training ground slam shut behind me. eyes followed as I walk by, and I shifted, taking a small step past the group of guys who was working out. They stare at me no less remembering what had happened the last time I was here. The fight that was such a fiasco. I’m not sure I want to be here. Facing them after that. Anything but this bullshit.I sauntered through putting on a brave face, I spot Lyla near a bench, her fingers moving frantically across the lit screen if her phone as she chomped down on a sandwich. The corner of her mouth morphs into a grin as I approach .“They owe me a hundred bucks,” she says as she polishes off the rest of her sandwich.“For what?” I set my duffle on the bench, unzipping it to bring out a new pair of workout gear and a fresh pair of kicks.“For the bet, they lost. I bet a few of the wolves here when I came in that you would show but they bet against you not showing your ass in this training ground .”“Damn. Well, it looks
Logan:This week was good. I haven’t seen Ethan since that day. Out of sight, out of mind. One afternoon, Logan approached me to see if I was still interested in attending the bonfire his pack was holding. I agreed that I was and had invited friends. The Saturday came for the bonfire and i9 head there with Logan“You okay?” he questions as he walks behind me. “You seem in a mood?.” “No, it’s okay, I’m just not used to this,” I reply, staring at the roaring fire in front of me.Sitting down, I take some skewed meat and begin to chew. I try to reach for some bread.“Here, take some of mine.” He gives me, watching me eat what he has just given me. His bicep flexes, peeking out his sleeve as he reaches and bends for more blueberries. Gazing at his forearms, I see something that makes me gasp. Reaching out my fingertip, I trace the tattoo on his inner wrist. “What does this tattoo mean?” The question hangs in the air between us. He looks down at his own arm, and his face takes on a i
Logan:When I first left home, I’d given up on everything and everyone. Too much had happened. Too much hurt. Too many tears. Too many nights wondering why me., I’d seen was my world falling apart with no way to fix it.But, things always have a way of changing,After years of dealing with my unsettled emotions about leaving home and the hole left by Logan, I finally found myself. It hadn’t been easy, nothing good in life ever is, I supposed, but in a few short years I and Logan had found their ‘okay’ place. They were finally building their lives together, and the love I had for him grew every day.Hoped I could do the same with my newly acquired skills. It was the least I could do, after everything everyone had done for my throughout my life.I glanced over at Logan, who wore a smug grin. His brown eyes glittered with an ever-present arousal. The full moon was upon them once more. I realized the tighter my bond to Logan became, the worse the symptoms for the full moon became.When Ly
Clara:My phone starts ringing, in on my dressing table. Logan must have put it there after changing me out of my clothes Leaning over me, he answers it. “ It’s for you babe. An emergency. “ He hands me my phone. It’s my co nurse at the hospital.“Clara, what’s the matter?” I close my eyes for a brief second. “I’m coming.” Getting off me, he pulls up his boxers. Getting up, I change quickly. We walk outside to his truck.Pulling into the clinic parking lot, I see Clara with a chart as she waits for me. “ This young wolf, female got into a serious accident with some drunk humans. They all die except her. The doctor is attending to her but he needs your help. We are short-staffed today. I know it’s your day off but help me quickly handle this patient and then you can go back home.” I nod at her and head to the patients room.It takes some hours and some surgery but our patient is now recovering. I head into her room to check on her. I meet her parents and she’s wide awake now.“ Rub
Doctor:I’m out for lunch, getting some sandwiches and Starbucks lunch. I hadn’t eaten all day and History had to head back to the hospital.I pass an alleyway and notice how dark it was. But it was the scent of something putrid, and dear and blood that made me pause.I stand there for a while before I hear the soft cry of a young woman. I run towards her and discovered that a wolf had striked her throat hard. The wolf had decided he’s thirsty and needs to drink from her throat of life. This wolf has just taken a giant leap into insanity. It was a rouge for it was tearing at the skin, ripping it apart as if it were the haunches of a deer. Blood, more blood than I have ever seen, is oozing out from her gaping wounds. Running toward us, another wolf, a man comes to help us. “What have you done?” I see he’s trying to stop the flow of blood with his fingers, but it’s seeping out the cracks. “ It was me, I was getting food from over there and smelled blood. I came to help.” I say this
LoganHe’s ripping into me like a ravenous hyena, all teeth and jaw as he tears flesh from bone. He doesn’t like his position threatened. But he should have thought about that before coming to my doorstep. Now all I want is blood.Tarus and I circle each other. Eyes never leaving each other, always at attention. Muscles contracting, vibrating fur with the need to lunge. He snarls at me and I smirk. He lunges at me.A full-on assault. His wolf has no problem showing why he’s the Alpha. Instead of taking the offensive, Tarus is reduced to taking defensive tactics in a need for self-preservation. He has become weak He tries to eat away at my flesh slowly, making it hurt. The trail of blood saturates the ground, unable to be absorbed by the frozen earth. Paws drip, painting the mosaic of red abstract art on the canvas of life. My wolf doesn’t relent. He shows that the wrong decision was made. Sometimes you just have to learn the hard way in order for things to sink in. He had no chance
Logan The inability to move, fingers gripping into the earth as if I could hold on to it. Trying so hard to just hang on the fact that Logan would never leave me, he will come back.My tears stopped hours ago, yet somehow I just can’t seem to pick myself off the ground. I can’t get up. This is what love does. When it’s broken, it tears you apart.It ruins you in the end. “Ruby, it’s time to get up.” Layla is behind me, urging me to pick myself up. I wish somehow I could. I have done this to myself. I have no one to blame but me. I should have been stronger. I should have stopped it, fought harder against it. I was weak. “Take a step for me, Ruby, one foot in front of the other.” Layla sounds like her voice is cracking inside her throat. The only male that has ever loved me is gone and I ruined it. I threw it all away because I wasn’t strong or quick to stop Ethan.All I have left are memories now. That’s all I will ever have of him…memories. Logan saw me with Ethan, his dick
Ruby“I need to go home and pack, Ruby. I don’t have very much left here. You should start packing. tonight you and I could go visit you’re your friends in the pack to say goodbye.” I laugh slightly. “All right, Logan, we can go together.” “I won’t be long, okay? Just a few hours. Then we can just leave.” I give him a quick kiss, and he leaves to get his stuff. Taking my suitcases from out of the closet, I start packing everything I own, which really isn’t very much. While eating my meal, the wine is hard to swallow for some reason. I then jump on my bed a little before putting on the TV. I watch a couple of shows before my eyes start to feel droopy. I look at the clock and find it’s only been an hour. I decide to nap since I’m done packing, then wait for Logan.Sighing, I get up and walk towards the TV. I turn it off, and I’m about to walk to my bed when a knock on the door sounds. I frown, wondering who on earth it could be. Maybe it’s Logan, but the way the wolf approached w
“you know what your problem is, Ethan? I don’t think you know if you keep on going against me and doing stupid shits that ruins my reputation and the pack’s reputation. Why are you such a stupid shit. Good for nothing”I hate it when my father calls me that. He only does it when he’s very angry and that seems to be a lot now. He always angry at me these days. No one calls me stupid shit or useless. But those are his new names for me, it has been so for a while now.I just can’t get why he would do this, I get that he adopted my sister and I when we were just pups. I mean he doesn’t say shit like that to my sister. I guess I’m just the exception.And he always sneers it. Because my given name wasn’t his idea. It was my nanny who was more of a mother to me but sadly we lost her too early. She insisted on the name an it stuck.“Well? Do you?” There’s a bulging vein sticking out the side of his neck. “This a real question? You really want me to tell you what my problem is now father. Bec
RubyI make it to my Layla’s house. “I figured you’d show up.” Layla smiles as she uses the spatula to lift the cookies off the tray and put them on the cooling rack. I go for one, and she warns me like a mother hen, “Careful.” “I love when you make cookies. It makes the house smell wonderful and gives it a homey feeling.” That’s not here much anymore, and I’m not sure if it’s ever going to come back. “ I’m actually starting to hate this place more and more every day. I don’t know if it’s out of resentment because I’ve been kept here alone, and that’s because my mate is always busy with Logan now. No offence Ruby, to your mate, he pretty good to. but you need to tell him to cut my mate some slack. We have a young pup.” Layla says. “I’ve been dealing with the handful of a pup, so I had to do something. You know how baking just calms me.” She points at one of the cookies, letting me know it’s okay to pick up. I take a bite and think that six months ago I would have said nothing tast
RubyI ran to where Logan and Tarus were still fighting. Tarus spots me and tries to go after me but Logan stops him with a punch that sends me back a few paces.“ Come here mate” Tarus says. His words repulsing me.For Pete’s sake, Tarus. How many times do I have to say I’m not yours, I e never claimed to be yours?” I’d thought once Logan confronted him that would be end of it. Nope. He keeps on coming to destroy my happiness. I never imagined he will be this obsessed with me.“As if I would have listened. You and I are meant to be.”“No we’re not. Im not yours, never was. I’m with my mate now.”“shut up” He practically hissed the word.I froze. “How do you know about Layla?”“Because I’ve been watching. It took me forever to find you, and then I had to be careful lest they try and keep us apart. Didn’t you get my messages?”“What messages?” I asked through stiff lips, even as it hit her. Those emails I'd been getting, those texts, they must have been Tarus. I never mentioned them t
People of the pack had given them a wide berth. Watching the two alphas fight. If he didn’t win today, whether killing the motherfucker or sending him running with his tail between his legs then, my mate would be in bigger trouble. I walked up to the middle of the clearing to meet my enemy in the middle of this battlefield and see which one of us was going to die first. I watch my enemy prowl to meet me from the other side of the clearing. When they had initially faced off Tarus must have thought he would win in two seconds flat. But from the look of his face now, he was angry. Had he really thought it would be over that quickly? That he would just seize my throat five seconds into the fight and leave him there to bleed out. If Tarus was going to kill me in front of everyone on the island, I was damn well going to make him work for it. Given the grueling nature of the fight, it had seemed obvious to shift and fight in wolf form. I had dodged Tarus’s claws without parrying, danced ou
Im heading to the site where we are building some new buildings for new pack members and those from my pack who will help stay here to protect this pack till it can stand better on its own tow feet. I round the bend heading to the new houses when I see trucks pull up.Two of them. All filled with wolf shifters from Tarus’s pack.I clench my jaw as my wolf starts snarling inside. I grin when I taste how eager he is for a fight. What the fuck were these fuckers looking for?Good wolf. We’re going to need all that aggression.The doors open and five wolf shifters spill out. Some of the guys are young, but they’re all big, except for a scrawny kid with wild messy hair. I have my eyes locked on their alpha Tarus. He actually came here himself. He tormented my girl. He’s a dead man.“Who the hell are these guys?” Marcus asks from behind me. I watch my crew walk closer to me.I’m feeling better as they stand by my side.“These are the fuckers who have been after Ruby,” my beta growls. “And
LoganI didn’t sleep at all last night, but it wasn’t because I was longing for my mate but for the fact she will spend sometime in the present of that idiot, Ethan.I’m up before the sun, showered, and dressed in clean jeans and a dark button-down collared shirt by the time the sun first cracks over the horizon.My mate Ruby had to head out to the pack house so she and Mason and Ethan could go see his supposed new mate. I had driven he there and bid her goodbye.I can’t stop thinking about her. I look at my hands, squeezing my fingers in and out of fists, knowing that they were on her body. They were on her gorgeous face. I can still taste the ripe sweetness of her mouth. The softness of her tongue.I waited for her for what feels like hours, but it’s only been two hours since she left. She arrives at about three hours later and when I see her standing in front of my office, I race over to greet her.“Hello,” she says shyly as she comes in. “Welcome back,” I say as my bear starts pac