Iris' POVHe pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, running his hand over the pink crown of his dick. He was hard and shiny, beautiful to wake any female's mouth water.Dark circles bedded his eyes, a sign of stress. He could have gone for a shower and crashed into bed immediately, but we felt this was the only time we had before another big crisis come crashing down out gates. His tanned pillow chest and abdomen stood in the way of the sunset days pouring in through the window blinds. He was the typical Greek god in human flesh. "Come here," I stretched my hands out, "I want to touch you. Climb into bed and come to me."A slow grin stretched his face, as he placed stepped between my legs. "What do you have in mind, Mrs Stone?"He arrested my breasts with his large hands. His hands were cold, soothing to the skin. Chills spread through my body, running through the length of my spine. His large truck lay above me like an umbrella, making me look smaller than a pea.I curled my legs
Gustav's POV"The devil's trumpet?" I furrowed. "Is it some kind of magical trumpet we have to blow into her ears to weaken her?" Zelta and Monica shared comical glances. Monica leaned against the wall, doubling over in laughter, and placing a hand on her stomach. Zelta stood apart, lips sealed, looking straight at me. She was visibly doing a hack job trying to steel herself from laughing at me, but out of respect for me, she chose to remain neutral."Seriously, Monica?" I scolded, arms akimbo. "Why are you laughing? It's just a question for crying out loud? I deserve to know what the demon's trumpet is."I noticed that the tempo of her laughter increased after I mentioned the trumpet thing. Zelta dipped her chin, trying to obliterate the laughter warming up her belly. "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" My hackles were rising, and I hated being used as an object of mockery. "It's a poisonous plant," Monica offered, dusting herself from the aftermath of making a circus
Ludovic's POV"I order you all to stand down." My eyes flickered, tuned to the color of rage. " Now!"The men stopped what they were doing, turning to face me. I glared from one face to the other, baring my teeth at them. They pulled their nose mask below their chin, tired and worn out from lack of rest. Dark circles rimmed their eyes, begging for relaxation.An experiment of this magnitude, so illegal and unlicensed, was being carried out in my pack without my knowledge. No doubt, father had a hand in this, but he wasn't alone. who was he working with? The pungent smell of blood and chemicals snagged at my conscience. Only a beast was capable of doing this. Never has it been heard that a wolf could be transferred into a human. The only way a human had the gift was through the bite. Merging the beast with a human had consequences that could lead to the death of the human. How the hell did they come up with this barbarism? "This is not your jurisdiction, Ludovic!" A very familiar voi
Iris' POVWe didn't see that coming. Laura had prepared them specially for us, disguising them as scientists. I snarled at Laura, throwing the jacket off my shoulder. "Shannon, these are not just werewolves, they're the creation of my hand. Each of them have the power of four alphas. You cannot beat them all."The animals growled forward, lips peeled back. I counted thirty of them, which means they could be more than that. The room was charged with a pump of adrenaline and dark magic. And I was having none of this shit.One of them aimed for Ludovic's throat. I stepped forward, grabbing the beast's jaws. "No one... touches my mate." With both hands, I tore his jaws apart, spilling drizzles of red and vengeance into the air. I dropped him to the floor, observing the rest of them. My wolf howled, begging for a spot in the fight. I gave in to her, cranking my neck. "They may be fierce and big," my voice went grave and distorted, "but they lack training, which is why we're going to fucki
Ludovic's POVThey were too many for us to tackle. Father and I did all we could to fight them off, but not without bruises and deep gashes on open parts of our body. One of the things that put us at a disadvantage was Iris. I set her unconscious body in a sitting position, wedging her back against the wall. We arced around her, fighting them off without moving more than few inches. Protecting my mate was my first priority, and I'd do it with my life on the line as I promised her.We killed off about fifteen of them, but they were still too many and daring for us. Father couldn't transform because of his incomplete body parts, which made more of the work load fall on me. "What are we going to do?" Father shouted, plunging his hands into the side of a beast he'd pinned to the ground. "These beast are not ready for a negotiation." He pulled the heart out and threw it into the face of another werewolf flying at him. "It's not my fault that they're pawns in the hands of their master," I
Ludovic's POVMy elation knew no bounds. I wanted to jump on her and kiss her for coming back to me. With the people I love around me dead, losing Iris would have been a bigger blow to the solar plexus. I squatted behind her, taking one last glance at father's head. "I'm sorry about your father." Iris consoled, her voice a low thunder. Her eyes and hair glowed bright, scaring the beasts. They took few steps back, baring their teeth at her."It's not your fault," I muttered, closing his dead eyes with my fingers. I took my stance beside her letting my fury out. Black shiny fur sprouted from my skin. I unleashed my beast, letting it go all out. Iris was back from the recess of her mind, which means my movements are no more restricted. "They did it, and I'll make them pay."Jaws elongated, as fingernails gave way for dipping claws. My canines lengthened, overlapping the ends of my lower lip. In my wolf form, I was two feet taller than Iris, but the energy she emitted could subdue twice m
Iris' POVMy ears caught the ripping sound of clothes, and buttons snapping. I didn't need anyone to tell me Ludovic had shifted. I growled at the army, allowing my wolf to take the reigns. My eyes and hair glowed under the night. I couldn't see the complete wonder, but the look on Gustav and Monica's faces told me I was a spectacle. I can't shift into a beast like other werewolves. My violet eyes and floating hair were the peak of my transformation. I stepped forward, fearlessly scanning the entire length of the army. They went backward, afraid of what I'd do.What I'm capable of, they had no idea.Kill them all, my beast growled in my had. I'll kill every last one of them. The property scent of their fear choked the atmosphere. Only Gustav and Monica stood unfazed, refusing to be intimidated. Like ants under my feet, I wanted to crush them under my feet, scattering their body parts around the woods.Ludovic snarled, taking his place beside me, black fur and red eyes. We glanced at
Iris POV We were in a strange place; a very dark room. I had to strain my eyes to focus on the images in the dark with the help of my wolf. Conspicuous bright red and orange eyes danced about the darkness, making me aware of Gustav and Monica's superimposing presence.The soldiers were nowhere around. I'd have noticed them by the glow of their eyes if they were. Perhaps, Gustav had told them to man the entrance of only God knows where we were taken. "Whoomp!" A heavy blow landed on Ludovi, meters apart from me, chained to the wall by heavy manacles. His wrists, ankles and neck were held tight in the shackles. His eyes were red, but they hung down from his face. The authority I used to see in those eyes had vanished, replaced by a blanket of fear. Monica kicked him in the lower jaw, flinging his head backward. The back of is head his a concrete surface behind him, and I heard it split. "Stop! You're hurting him!" I wanted to rush over to my mate to defend him, but i couldn't. I was
Monica's POVI never knew I could be this tense. My heart raced a marathon, standing beside Gustav, hands locked. We met the rest of the people outside as well. They'd been waiting for us to come out. Drogo had thrown us pieces of clothings the moment he saw us running out of the bunker. We'd brought with us few changes of garment as a contingency; only that we never foresaw the night wearing long and tragic as this. By now, the moon had reclined behind the clouds, bowing out of the podium for the sun to take its cue. The air was surprisingly chilly around me, and I welcomed the first day of the sun perching on my face in a canvass of yellow and orange. Gustav had ordered everyone to move three miles away from the area. Owing to the final battle between Iris and Laura, it was only expected of us that the bunker would collapse. It had taken on many hits already to keep it standing.Klein rushed forward to ask us about Ludovic and Iris. I was too sorry to tell him they couldn't make
Iris' POVIt felt like a very bad dream. My world shattered to tiny bits under me, caving beneath my feet. I couldn't breath, I couldn't talk; I just felt lost. Everything was happening so quickly that I forgot to breath in the bad air surrounding me. Ludovic turned to his side, resting his elbow on his hands. He cast his face the other way, spitting black blood on the dusty tile. His lengthy black hair fell over his head, covering his face from me. Placing one hand on the ground, he pushed himself to a kneeling position, backing me and groaning gravely. I saw the dagger hanging below his shoulder blade. He backed me. He didn't want me seeing him weak in the face of death. Monica and Gustav stood few inches away from us. Silently taking in the latest tragedy straddled between life and the afterlife. I heard Monica sniffle. Gustav held her close muttering few words of courage to her."I warned you all not to play hero, but you wouldn't listen. If you'd taken my offer, all this blood
Gustav's POV"Nooo!" Crude anger shot up my bones, setting me aflame. My wolf and I merged in an instance, lunging at Laura. She was too wrapped up in her warped cruel laughter that she didn't see me coming. I sank my teeth into her shoulder joint, pushing her away from Zelta. I left her in the care of Monica and Ludovic, while I took my pound of flesh from the psycho. I've always wanted to do this. Taking the back seat, I surrendered fully to my beast. Her time of retribution is now. Perhaps, she hadn't extended her tentacles to Monica, but the rest of us have suffered because of her. She'd taken too much from us. She poisoned Ludovic's mother's wine and killed Iris parents in cold blood. As if that was not enough, she made my mother's death the icing on the cake. For the sake of us, I'll gladly rip her limb from limb, and sever her head from her body."Zelta, Zelta!" Iris scooped her up, removing the dagger from her back. "You can't die now. Please, stay with us. We can't do this
Gustav's POV"We have to destroy that staff." Iris announced, rising into the air to meet Laura. "Are you sure about that?" Ludovic asked. "One hundred percent. It's her life force." She pointed at the top of the staff in Laura's hand. "I'll try my best to destroy the staff. She dies, and we get to live. The bonus part is that she takes her undying army with her to wherever they came from.""What if you're wrong about that?" Ludovic had his doubts. Destroying the staff won't come that easy. Scenarios like this always ended up in tears. There was a catch to it. I could sniff it. "It's too dangerous. Please, don't try anything stupid.""You're right. I may be wrong. But I'm certain about one thing. A witch's staff is her life force. Her life is connected to that staff. That's why she never parts with it.""Iris isn't wrong." I didn't know when Zelta regained consciousness. The hit she survived really did a number on her consciousness. She supported herself with her staff, wiping off a
Monica's POVLaura was having a field's day wearing us out. The dead never died, our strength was failing, our number depleting, and the walls are crumbling. Our greatest disadvantage was that Zelta had been knocked out. By the look of things, it would take longer for the old lady to shift out of the supernatural coma. The ball of black fire Laura hauled at her swept her off her feet, snuffing the last air of luck out of us.From a corner of the bloodbath, nursing my bloodied left hind limb, I morphed back to my human form, sprawled to a pillar, stained with blood. We're all going to die, that's for sure. Claws snapped at each other, and the squeals of men carried through the chipping walls, as more men lost their lives to Laura's madness.Ludovic and Gustav were no use to us than they are to themselves. The litres of silver swimming in Ludovic's bloodstream had left him hanging on the precipice of life. In he middle of the chaos and a bruised eye, Drogo was doing one hell of a job p
Iris' POV"Stay with me, Ms Iris," Klein wheezed, breezing past the blood and claws, out of the bunker. "Don't die on me, please. Hold on a little bit longer." I attempted speaking to assure him of my existence, but the words were too heavy for my dead cords to form. The poison had completed its cycle. Every blood vessel under my skin had turned purple. I was losing control of my limbs. To the humans, paralysis was the proper term to describe my present condition.I'd lost contact with my wolf. Her howls had reduced to a tiny purr. She shrunk herself to a corner, afraid for her and myself. The pinna of her ears had dropped to the ground, her tongue a deep shade of tundra purple. She dragged her weight about, fighting to stay alive for the both of us. Her healing virtue had gone below the threshold, hitting rock bottom. Throughout the period the devil's trumpet was introduced into my system, she'd pumped all of her juice into my body to keep me alive, hoping cavalry would come. Cava
Ludovic's POV"The bunker is going to implode on us!" I grumbled loudly, facing Iris with fear etched across my face. She met my gaze with an equal amount of fear, if not greater. "What are we going to do?!" I sheathed the tremor in my voice for the sake of my mate. As the male, I had to be stronger for her. I had to be tough for the both of us."We're all going to die, but it'll hurt me to die without telling you this." She looks at me with a calm smile. Tendrils of fear hung behind the false mask, but I paid it no heed. Her bold stance in the face of death was applaudable. She cleared her throat and continued, as Laura's chants faded in the background. "My life was hopeless before you stepped into it. Pain and suffering were my constant companion until you came by and kissed them all away. I know that when I open my eyes on the other side of the divide, you'll be right there by my side, never to part again. Thank you for making the last three weeks of my life the most memorable." Sh
Iris' POVThe slurp of the blade tearing into the organs beneath Gustav's rib cage mingled with his muffled grit of his clamped teeth. Laura was on a higher pedestal of evil. Needless to say, she was evil personified. "Stop hurting him!" Monica barked through tears, jerking violently under the straps. Her sweaty naked body faultered as Laura turned the metal blade, causing gruesome damage. Blood tricked out of the corner of Gustav's mouth. All through the torture, not a whimper fell out of his mouth. He tamped agony with resilience. I'll give that to him.Hot tears washed down Monica's face. Watching your mate being tortured before you was another level of torture. I could only imagine the tremor her wolf would be going through. Raw emotions whirled out of her, hitting me like a gust of hot wind on the hottest noon of Texas summer."Please." Monica sobbed, choosing to gravel instead. Perhaps, if Laura had a sliver of humanity in her, she'd stop her ministrations on her mate."Have yo
Monica's POVIris led a series of dry laboured cough. I didn't need a witch to tell me what the smug on her face meant. Ludovic on the other hand lay limp on the bed. The tiny drops of liquid silver flowing into his veins had his mouth set into a thin line. His face was pale. The green venation of his veins stood out conspicuously under his white skin. Iris was just as bad. Maybe worse. Her lips were chapped, the flesh peeling off. Her cheekshd become hollow, revealing the peak of her cheekbones. Her tangled her was splayed under her head in tired waves. Where the hell did she get the strength to snigger at us? Rage burned my face, as I scowled at her."Is this funny to you?" I blurted. "Keep laughing at your own death for all I care."She coughed before responding. "It's my death, I'm not complaining. I welcome it with open hands. Beside, I would die knowing my own people didn't turn against me." Her voice was almost inaudible, but there was no denying the melee retort in it.Her w