Monica's POVThe aroma of brewed coffee clouded my senses. The kitchen was cozy enough to contain a simple nuclear family. An oval pine table sat at the end of the kitchen, with three padded chairs tucked out about it. A white table cloth of worsted material overlayed it, with a plastic bowl of fruits sitting right at its centre."For the upteenth time, aunt Amber, we weren't doing anything. The plate rolled out of my hand when I was setting the table." Ben scratched the back of his head.His ripped chest hung stout above his baked abs. The shirt that once covered his trunk now served as an overcoat for Rhoda, who couldn't take her eyes off his body. She sat quietly with her hands between her legs, looking timid and all.Young lovers."Rhoda?" Amber turned to Rhoda. "Did this man touch you in a funny way before we grown ups got in here?""Aunt!" Ben drawled, his eyes popping. "I'm five years above the legal age of minority. When will I be treated like a man for once in this house?Rho
Iris' POV"Can i have your attention, please?" Gustav pushed his chair backward, and clicked the glass of wine in his hand with a fork. The murmurs in the mansion quietened to a dead silence in an instance. Gustav had called a modest gathering of the elders of the pack and a handful of influential people to the mansion. He was going to announce me as his Luna. Caroused in a white mermaid gown smothered with glitters, I sat between Gustav and his mother, watching the arrangement of round tables in the highly decorated room with humble elation.It was strictly by invitation, with guards stationed at the entrance, confirming their electronic invites. The air I breathed was new, promising a happy ending."You all may be wondering why I called this occasion today, well, it's not a total waste of your time, I promise. I know this may not be the best of times to call for a gathering like this. We have a war strangling us at the moment, and I'm very conscious of that.""But, to be true to you
Iris POVHe was the man from seven years ago; the same man who murdered my parents in cold blood. My photographic memory had captured his face for a day like this- the day of his retribution, and the exoneration of my name. My pulse fired, recalling the gory images of the murder. I need to ask him why he did it, and who sent him. At least, he owed me that much. But Lois happened all of a sudden. No one foresaw the jolly evening going awry all too soon. How could I tell Gustav about the strange man, when he had a bigger problem at hand, bleeding from her mouth and nostrils. Her skin had lost it light brown sheen, a nude cloud of grey drifting over her face."Zelta, tell me you know what to do." The lift opened into his room. Drogo pushed his way in and held the door open to allow him in.He tucked her in bed, gripping her hand in his. Her breath laboured and beads of perspiration snugged her golden blond hair to her forehead. Lois had been nothing less of a sweet woman to me. Overtime,
Iris POV"How could he have said that to me?" I echoed tearfully, running out of the elevator to my room. The tears streaming down my face had made a mess of the make-up, but that was the least of my pressing concerns. More over, make-ups were worn by women who were happy with their lives, and the people around them. I wasn't happy with my life, neither were the people stationed around me any better than the dickheads back in my home pack.I was a fool to have been blinded by the deceptive foray of Gustav's charms. He was the same jerk who had chained me to the cold walls of a dungeon, and had split my skull in half. He said he'd changed, that I'd changed him. He said he'd make things right between us, that I'd never have the occasion to doubt him. I'd given my all to the do-over, giving him the chance he had requested. But again, I was a fool to have expected the chameleon to be true to a colour. And his colour was red. The deep red of hell.I hobbled to the door of my room, all sogg
Monica's POVIt's been two days since we left the human community where we found Amber and Ben for the Grey Moon pack. By noon yesterday, we drove into the pack in Amber's station wagon that appeared and sounded as craggy as the owner. The dent Rhoda made on the roof of Ben's Chevy stopped us from coming in itHe missed his baby so much, but he's got another baby to fill in the vacuum. Sweet baby Rhoda.Amber took the wheels, with me beside her in the passenger seat. Rhoda and Ben, taking the back seat, chattered unending, talking about everything and anything they could remember about each other. Amber and I let the two lovelies know more about each other, while I tucked my head out to allow the cool Summer breeze fan my hair recklessly.The air here was different, but had a familiar whistle to it. It was as though I was born here. Why am I feeling this way? What else am I going to find here other than the red head we came searching for?Whatever came my way, I won't be caught off gua
Monica's POV."How do we find her?" Rhoda prompted, cinched to Ben.I glanced down at the newspaper in my hand and focused my attention on the third rider to the bold headline- 'Pack House compromised. Who is to blame?' "We have to find their pack house. That's where she is, according to the news." I turned the newspaper in their direction. "She might be the Luna of the pack.""How do we find the Pack House?" Ben asked."Excuse me?" The lady cleared her throat, "we really have to be on our way. Simone has to see his doctor, and we don't want to be late for his appointment.""I'm sorry." I handed the newspaper to her, rolling it up the way I was given. "I need you for one last favor, if you don't mind, and after that, you'll never see my horrid face again." I broke a clumsy grin across my tired face like a caught ice-cream thief."What do you need this time?" The edge in her tone pinched my skin, but my pride would not get in my way of common sense. I was this close to getting what I
Iris POV"Wooow!" I exclaimed at the chilling story Kitana told me. "That sounds like a hacked fairytale story. I can't believe our forefathers married their sisters to save the clan from going into extinction?" Kitana had done a great job of telling me the history of what happened to my kind. In A.D. 247, Alpha Kazamir, a ruthless Alpha whose Machiavellian reputation went miles before him, sailed to the ends of the ocean to see what territory lay ahead to be conquered. In his sea-bound course, he encountered a strange werewolf clan who lived peacefully amongst themselves on the Eastern coast of what was thought to be an abandoned island. His sole ambition to conquer the world, and become the Alpha of all alphas had led him to the huts of these peasants led by an Alpha queen. Yes, a female Ñyora was the leader of the clan.He told them to be his servants, or face a bloody massacre, but the resolute Queen would not go down without a fight. They chose to fight for their children and ho
Gustav's POV"Drogo, did Iris runaway again?" I held the piece of paper in my hands, unable to bring myself to the stark realization that I'd lost her again. The older man bowed his head, shaking his head. I heard the smashing sound of objects breaking, more like furniture smashing. It came from the direction of Iris' room. I had hurt her with what I said to her. I let my anger at Madeline get in my way of thinking. The whole thing about the poison was like a bolt from a grey stormy sky. When I thought it was about time I enjoyed a life of relative peace with mother and the next most important person in my life, then this happened. This just had to happen.On coming down with Drogo to inspect the damage done to whatever she had broken out of anger, I discovered the room was empty of her and few of her belongings, except the note she left on the table, and her scent she left behind.in her note, she made it clear that she had forgiven me, but she had to leave. She couldn't see the hat