[Until The Bitter End] SIERRA Like frames running through a film projector, my mind flickered with stories, images, and memories of my parents and uncle as their lives unfolded. The last scene that played in my head was my mother’s death. Just when I thought it was over, a sudden pain pinched the sides of my head and the surrounding walls closed in as my vision faded to a dark blur. I collapsed to the ground, my mother’s face being the last thing I saw. *** When I finally awoke, I found myself on the floor. My head was in my mother’s lap as she brushed my hair and hummed to herself. Through half-closed eyes, I could see her staring at me lovingly. Her heart pounded madly in my ears. The room swam in and out of focus as the memory of where I was and how I got there suddenly struck me. I jerked upright into a sitting position, clutching my head from the hammering pain in my skull. “What happened?” I asked, my voice groggy and hoarse. My mother answered, “I’m afraid you passed ou
[The Only Way] SIERRA Sometime later, between sleep and wake, I had this intense urge to open my eyes. I couldn’t explain it, but I had this distinct feeling that someone was watching me. It was a good thing I listened and opened my eyes. A few feet away, inside my cell, was a man dressed in a black suit. A set of yellow-green, cold, and steely eyes with a handsome face framed by black hair stared back at me. My eyes shot open in a panic, no longer sleepy. I scrambled away, pressing my back against the wall. “Who are you?” I inquired in an unrecognizable, breathy voice. “What do you want?” I clutched my chest, not missing the way his eyes roamed my body and his hands twitched. The man stepped forward. My body went tense, vaguely shocked by my fear. “Don’t come any closer, I’m warning you.” He ignored my warning, which he should have heeded. I sat there, watching his deliberate movements, waiting for him to come closer. I maintained my terrified demeanor, even trembling my bottom
[I Will Make You Pay] SIERRA “Would it be inappropriate for me to express how proud I am of you? Not for what you’re doing, of course. I cannot, in good conscience, be proud of you committing murder. Under no circumstances,” she announced. “Mom, I know this makes you sad. Given what you went through, I’m not mad. I’m grateful.” She cupped my face and kissed my forehead. “You couldn’t possibly understand how proud I am to be your mother; despite I didn’t raise you.” The conveyed sadness in her voice was unmistakably real. It broke my heart. I wasn’t a mother. Not yet, at least. But I didn’t need to be a mother to see she was hurting. This couldn’t be easy for her, knowing all the milestones she never got to witness, including my first step, first word, first laugh, and even my first crush. I wished to show her those firsts. Perhaps it’d help a little. It wouldn’t be the same as witnessing them firsthand. However, should it not count for something? That was when it hit me. There
[Madness] SIERRA Come on Sybil! Where are you? I could sure use your help right about now. Cassidy dropped her mother’s body, placing her hand over her father’s face. She then lunged at King Darien, screaming vehemently. Darien side stepped her and she went tumbling behind him. “Mark my words, you bastard! I will make you pay for this!” Cassidy hissed as she charged at Darien. It reminded me of a cat-and-mouse game. Darien was the mouse, and Cassidy was the cat, chasing him around the room, failing to land a direct blow. Vines spurted through the windows and wrapped around Cassidy’s leg, lifting her up in the air and holding her upside down by her ankle. She kicked and screamed, but it was pointless. The vine had a deadlock grip on her. “Father, stop this!” Zaiden shouted. “If you want to exact your vengeance on anyone, take me. I was the one who plotted against you. Not them.” While the vine dangled Cassidy by her ankle in the air, Darien turned his attention to his son. Disa
[The Man In The Hole] SIERRA “How could you possibly know what the plan was or that it wouldn’t work?” Zaiden’s brow furrowed. For a moment, he looked confused, and then averted his gaze to Cassidy. “Seriously! That’s what concerns you?” I chortled, unamused. “I am telling you your plan is flawed, will fail, and we’ll all end up dead. Yet, your focus is to ask how I knew about your plan. Are you kidding me?” “That’s not what I’m saying,” he retorted. I threw my hands in the air, exhausted by this merry-go-round of bullshit. “Then what are you saying? Because I, for one, would like to prevent your father from killing me.” “Your knowledge about the plan failing and us dying caught me off guard is all,” he stated defensively. “Besides, Cassidy would never betray me or her parents—” “Well, I’m glad you put so much trust in her,” I cut him off. “But I know what I saw and what will happen. I have the images ingrained in my mind like a flash photo, and I can’t get them out. So you tel
[The Man In The Hole II] UNKNOWN “Okay, I have the cutters and I’m coming down,” Manny said as he descended the rope. As soon as his feet landed on the creaky floorboards with a thud, Manny used his jersey to cover his nose. He flicked on his flashlight, illuminating some of the darkness. “Can you move at all?” he asked, his voice muffled from the fabric of his shirt. “Yeah,” I replied. I extended my legs and raised a hand over my head. It hurt when I did that, but I would not make it difficult for him if he was going through all this trouble to help me. “Do you know how long you’ve been down here?” I shook my head. My memory was as fuzzy and weak as my entire body. To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t recognize myself if someone held a mirror to my face. “Your name, how ‘bout that? Can you tell me what that is? Or your home address, so I can take you there. I’m sure someone’s missing you. Perhaps a wife or girlfriend. What about kids?” I shook my head with every question he f
[Going Home] SEBASTIAN “Rory, it’s been weeks! Weeks!” I swiped everything from my desk to the floor. “Where the hell is she?” Among the mess was a framed photo of Sierra and me, grinning stupidly and goofily at each other. I ran my hand through my hair, trying, but failing miserably, to suppress the sweltering rage coursing through me. Just knowing that after all this time, I was no closer to bringing my mate home was utterly agonizing. I have been more than patient in recent weeks. Deep down, I had hoped Zaiden would return her to me. Or prayed by some miracle she would find her way home. I was wrong. Because not only was my pack irate over their Luna’s disappearance, I was having a hard time controlling Atticus. “Honestly, do you think throwing a tantrum will bring her back? C’mon, Sebastian,” Rory chided, shaking his head. Just as I was about to snap at him, a knock at the door interrupted the conversation. The door creaked open, and my mother poked her head in, her face dis
[Reunion] SEBASTIAN It was much later in the evening when I sat down for dinner with my mother. “Sebastian, you can’t keep doing this to yourself!” My mother scolded, shoving a plate in front of me. “What do you think will be Sierra’s reaction when she returns and sees you like this?” I glared at the meal as if it was my enemy. Truth be told, I had no appetite. Without Sierra by my side, my days had been awful, and the longer she was gone, each day grew worse than the last. The pain of missing her grew in my chest. Everything about her, even the way she was so obstinate in her doubts, I missed. The way she screamed my name while we made love, the way her body responded to my touch. I even missed her giggles. Her curiosity and interest in learning everything there was to know about werewolves had me missing her. It had gotten so bad; that I missed how she argued with me to prove a point. Even with how little she was by my side, the nights were the worst without her. The few nigh
[This Is Not The End] ARIELLA It took us a while to get there, but it was a pleasant walk. The trees were all in full bloom, and it smelled delightful. As we walked, I started feeling a little better. I felt lighter and happier. He was right, though. I didn’t need to worry about him. He was fine. And if he wasn’t, I would be there to take care of him. We reached the stream, and it was gorgeous, surrounded by a ring of tall redwoods and the sun setting behind them. The water glistened in the light. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Yeah,” I agreed. I sat on the edge of the stream, watching the ripples in the water as the gentle breeze stirred the surface. Malik lay on his back next to me, his eyes closed and a contented expression masking his features. “I could get used to this. The tranquility here is unlike anything I’ve felt in a long time.” I rested my chin on my shoulder, watching him, feeling the butterflies flutter with glee in my stomach. Immediately, I felt better than I
[Memories] ARIELLA “I have a better idea,” I murmured as I studied the guard. “Instead of repeating everything to my father, why don’t you tell him yourself? Or, even better, have my mother look into your memories.” “Look into my memories?” Malik’s brow quirked in question. “How is she gonna do that?” I flashed him a smile, confident in my plan. “Here’s what hunters don’t know about my mom. Unlike the other wolves, my mother was born a witch from another realm. A realm where only witches, wizards, and mages existed.” “That’s, uhm... that’s something,” Malik acknowledged, the wheels in his head clocking overtime as he processed the information. “Yeah, so recently I learned my mom has this cool ability to see people’s memories,” I explained. “Lucky for me, I was born with a similar power. Mine is to see the outcome of major events. At least that’s what I think. Which was how we had known to expect another attack.” “From the moment we met, I knew there was something special about y
[A Favor] ARIELLA “All right, I can do that. I’ll tell you everything once you promise to do something for me in return.” He nodded, continuing to eat. “What will that be?” “I just need to know my family is okay. My cousin Amanda, the one I was here with recently, is pregnant. My mom is sick and—“ “Say no more,” I chimed in, cutting him off. “It is mainly my fault you are in this cell. Had you not been my mate—although you could’ve died in battle—you wouldn’t have been here.” He stopped chewing, looking at me with intense curiosity. “Are you sure you don’t want to know what I need you to do for me or the time to think it over?” I shook my head. “I doubt it’ll be worse than you locked in a cell.” “Okay.” He gave a brief chuckle. “I think this will be the first time I ever requested a favor from a wolf—a favor for a former hunter.” “A favor from your mate,” I corrected, which made him smile. “I will check on your family, Malik. If they’re okay, I’ll come back and tell you, an
[Debatable] ARIELLA Infuriated, hands balled into fists, nostrils flared, and hatred burning in my eyes, I stormed after my father. “Was locking him away seriously necessary?” I called out, trying to catch up with my father’s long strides. “He proved he was a wolf, yet you locked him away anyway, like some rabid dog.” Ahead, my father stopped and turned halfway towards me, leveling a look that said he’d heard enough. I had crossed the line and was making things worse. “I have to be sure he’s not an imposter, a hunter pretending to be a wolf. It’s like Alpha Declan pointed out. Nobody knows what made him a wolf.” I shook my head in disgust. “Malik did nothing wrong. He’s not some test used to see how well we can protect our pack.” “You’ve got no clue what you’re talking about,” Dad said, returning to his earlier pace. “There’s a lot to do. I suggest you focus on that before you join your mate in the cells.” “Ugh!” I let out an angry growl and kicked a small stone in my path, sen
[Not A Threat II] MALIK The moment I saw her face when I awoke after blacking out earlier, I realized how grateful I was to still be alive, even as a werewolf. Not just that. I also understood the severity of this werewolf bond Owen had told me about. The bond was more than just a physical connection. It was also both emotional and spiritual. It sure would take some getting used to. The love and concern in Ariella’s eyes, despite her efforts to hide it, told me she was also thankful I was alive. She was worried about me and hoped I would be okay. Little did she know how much effort it took not to kiss her then and there. Then, suddenly, the world got quiet. The wind rustling trees, the birds tweeting, and the insects chirping all stopped. Her breath was in my ear. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and steady. For a split second, my body froze, and my heart stopped beating. Just for a second, but once my body registered what was happening, it was everything and nothing like I imag
[Not A Threat] ARIELLA I placed my hand on his chest and willed him to wake up. His skin was warm to the touch, but he didn’t stir. I glanced around frantically, trying to find something to help him. My eyes landed on a large tree branch lying on the ground a few feet away. On my feet in seconds, I grabbed it and ran back to his side. I placed the branch under his arm and tried to apply pressure to the wound, but it was gushing blood. I had to do something, and fast. Or he would bleed out. Ripping off a piece of my shirt, I tied it around the branch, hoping it would stem the flow of blood. Thank the goddess, it had the desired effect. The blood slowed to a trickle. “El!” Abby screamed behind me, her heavy footfall letting me know she was running towards me. “Over here.” I shouted, never taking my eyes off my mate. I stripped off my belt and wrapped it around his arm, compressing the wound. “Oh, thank goodness!” she said as she knelt down next to me. “What the hell happened?”
[Is This The End?] DECLAN We marched further into the woods, where we came across a small camp. From where I stood, ten clicks away, I could smell the faint scent of death. As I approached, I noticed the bodies of several wolves, burned and bloody, lying in the dirt. I pulled out my bow and approached with caution, trailing behind the group. I held my breath as we stepped over the dead bodies. In an instant, my body grew tense as I scanned the area, trying to discern what had taken place at the camp. My fingers tightened around my bow out of reflex. “Are they all dead?” someone murmured in a low voice. “It looks that way,” I replied, my tone grim. “We have to be careful; whatever or whoever did this could still be out there.” My men nodded and followed me through the camp, their guns drawn. They found the bodies of several hunters, but no sign of what had killed them. A stillness hovered in the air, as if all life had been sucked out of this place. I peered into a nearby tent,
[Waiting Impatiently] DECLAN I set my jaw and drummed my fingers against my leg. You could hear the tension in the air. Over the last twenty minutes, my troops and I had been waiting in my parents’ old cabin for the hunters. I recall my parents taking me here as a child. When things were quiet on the pack lands in the summer, we’d come up here, and I’d spend hours in the lake five clicks north of here. Though I didn’t want to sully those fond memories of them by utilizing the cabin as a hideout during the war, it was the only accessible spot where we would be safe and keep an eye out for the hunters closing in on the pack. Hopefully, my parents wouldn’t be angry at me for using it other than as a vacation home. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my anxiety rise. I felt out of control, waiting for something awful to happen to my pack. I tried to tamp down my fear and focus on what we needed to do. All this panicking had me wondering if this was my last day alive. Since Jasper to
[Betrayal] MALIK I took the western route when Ariella and her companion were out of sight, heading toward the location where I knew the hunters would camp. I needed answers for this betrayal, despite the existence of a treaty between the two species. Trekking over fallen logs and broken twigs, I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. I quickened my pace as I drew closer to the location, scanning the forest around me for any signs of movement. My heart thumped as I finally spotted the camp, its tents distinguishable among the trees. Owen emerged from the tent. He dialed something on his cell and pressed it to his ears. “Gil, it’s Owen. Bruno reported he saw four wolves heading your way. He said Malik killed Titus to protect a she-wolf and another wolf.” He said, frowning. “Yeah, I believe it’s her,” Owen answered after a minute, his voice slightly hushed. I froze, my stomach dropping to the ground. He paused, his frown deepening. “I’ll handle it,” he said. “