“Here’s the key to the storage room, Mr. Zyris.” I place the key with the labeled keychain on his table, not waiting for him to take it from me. “I made sure to lock the door.”
The image of my mother along with the other members of her committee flashes in my head once again. I don’t want to assume that they’re hiding anything from me, especially after the whole werewolf thing. But what if what I’m speculating is true? The guilty face Leandre had after I told her the girl who looked wasn’t my mom made me feel uneasy. Did he yet again reveal another secret my family is hiding?
He puts his phone down and gazes right into my eyes with an eerie smile on his face. “Thank you for returning the key, Ms. Summers. Please do have a good evening.”
“You, too, Mr. Zyris.” I send a small smile his way.
He shows me a toothy grin, his ocean blue eyes turning crimson red once again which makes me look away.
The thumping in my chest increases as I practically r
Leila continuously sways her feet together, her upper limbs on both sides of her thighs supporting her weight. Diverting her attention from the quiet Alpha in front of her, she scans the entirety of his home office. Much to her dismay, she wasn’t able to catch a glimpse of his office in the packhouse. She glances at Chris, who still sits silently, his eyes now on her. Is he taunting me? Is he doing this so I’ll explain more about the vampire? If so, what else haven’t I told him?She huffs and places her hands on her hips. "For the umpteenth time, I have no idea what else was wrong with the goddamned vampire!" Leila declares as she slams her hands on the wooden table, strands of her light blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. Her face has become reddish at her outburst, her heart thumps strongly inside her ribcage at the thought of the dead. “I already told you what I know and if you interrogate me more about the vampire I accidentally killed
“I did not expect you to ask for an audience so soon, Mr. Roberts,” Chris calmly says as he reviews the documents on his table. Leandre stands straight in front of the Alpha, suppressing his aura. When speaking to the Alpha of another pack, one must control his aura especially when surrounded by his pack members. This has always been done to ensure that he is not a threat to the pack. “Good afternoon, Alpha Summers.” Leandre bows his head respectfully. “I-” “I don’t like formalities,” Chris interrupts, closing the folder shut and placing it to the side. He puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin above his fingers. “Nikki has already introduced us yesterday anyway. Take a seat. I’ll have the Omegas bring in juice and cookies.” Leandre sits rigidly at the black leather sofa, ignoring his wolf’s complaints about suppressing him when it’s a conversation meant to discuss their mate. The thumping in his chest grows louder by the second and he
“Nikki! Get behind me!” Valerie commands as she takes a defensive stance. “When I deflect their attack, you run. Got it?” My eyes widen at what she said. “What? I’m not leaving you behind to fend off that thing!” I jab my finger in the brown wolf’s direction. It slowly approaches us, causing the beat of my heart to run wild and my chest to tighten. “Val. We might as well make a run for it. It doesn’t look like it’ll attack any sooner.” “Nikki, that werewolf is trying to take both of us.” We observe the pace of the werewolf as it examines our every move, circling around us. This doesn’t look good. The wolf is akin to those predators eyeing their prey before they attack. “VAL!” I scream as someone pulls on my hair and puts a knife near my throat. I drop the box and bottle in my hands and tried to pry the attacker’s arm away. I wince at the intensity of the pain and stiffen at the possibility of the knife cutting the veins on my neck. What the hell is th
The Blood Moon Pack warriors—men and women alike in comfortable garments— gather in the training area, fire setting ablaze the torches surrounding it. Though the packhouse had its own source of electricity, the training area did not—considering the fact that it is located right in the middle of the forest and that it's far away from the packhouse.The ground where they all stand is the very place where werewolves train in their wolf form. The light from the torches is enough to illuminate everyone's faces and keep them warm despite staying in their human forms. The younger pack warriors wonder why even the ones who have been inactive due to their family life are with them, but they decided to keep the thought to themselves. If the veteran warriors were there, this could only mean one thing—the meeting to be held will affect the pack gravely. Meetings in this area are called when emergencies—those that require the active participation of all the warriors— arise.
“What are you doing?” Leandre does not utter a single response. He stands awkwardly in front of me, keeping both hands at the back and smiling as if there was nothing wrong or suspicious about the situation. A white nameplate is on the left chest area of his onesie, one that read ‘James Doe.’ “Let me rephrase my question. Leandre, why are you wearing a janitor’s uniform?” Not that he didn’t look good in a onesie that definitely shows off his biceps muscles and his pecs. Let’s not get too distracted, He scratches the nape of his neck and answers, “This is the disciplinary action I was given, after being absent yesterday without proper notice.” I narrow my eyes at him, not entirely convinced of his reason. But then again, I haven’t actually skipped school much before, unless if it’s a vacant period or during early dismissals, so I wouldn’t know about the consequences for missing a school day. Wait. Does this mean Jace will have to provide service for th
“Where’s Nikki?”That is the first question Leandre questions his sibling after getting reunited after the morning classes. Leandre and Nicole are both in the same class and strand—this means that they have most of their classes together. After their meeting at the storage room this morning, he has been anticipating their moments together for the rest of the day. He even plans on asking her out to a cafe or a movie later. Though, that is now deemed as difficult, considering that Nicole is nowhere inside the school premises.“She’s not around?” Xandrine asks her brother, her eyebrows meeting. She has just placed her tray of food on the table. She sits across her brother and beside Dylan, getting ready to gobble everything up. Uncharacteristically, she woke up late this morning and didn’t get the chance to eat breakfast.Today, Dylan’s little brother named Wyatt joins them for lunch. Despite being a sophomore,
Valerie shifts uncomfortably in her seat. The reason is neither how she's assigned to tutor Nicole about the werewolf world nor how Chris asked her to contact theNycthopianwitch coven to send a witch to officiate the ritual. No, those two are not it at all. As a matter of fact, she is used to her duties as part-sentinel and part-scout. These are roles that Alpha heirs are required to be knowledgeable of after all. Her thoughts keep drifting to a specific blonde male with hazel-colored eyes, and how his ripped muscles always get displayed whenever he wears a fitted tee or a button-up shirt. Whenever he is around, she always tries her hardest to not catch his attention but at the same time, she desires it. What is it about this guy that is making her think about him lately? Is it the fact that his aura neither radiates between human and werewolf? Or is it that he has been so nice to Nicole despite her unique looks that make the others think
“Where am I?” I stare at the white ceiling above me. This bed is really soft and comfortable, it makes me want to drift off into sleep once again. Wait, no! Focus, Nikki! I try to sit up, but to my utter dismay, I can’t even lift my body. “Help!” I scream, but no words come out of my mouth. What’s going on? Why can’t I move an inch? I raise my arms and my eyes widen at what I’m seeing. Why the hell are my hands and arms so small? I raise my legs and the same thing has also happened. Did I revert into my baby form?! Is this magic? Why am I a baby again? Is this like one of those books where the protagonists wake up as a character of a book they recently read? But it’s been so long since I read a story worth transmigrating into. “Help!” I try to yell, but no words came out. If I’m a baby, the logical thing to catch other people’s attention would be to cry loudly. So I cried and thrash my hands aro
"Guys, can we rest up a bit? I'm having trouble sustaining this." I point to the floating man behind me. The more I try maintaining my concentration in making this man levitate, the more it drains my energy. "What was his name again? Randall?They stop walking and face me. The three of us have been walking around this endless forest for a while now but we still haven't found a road or anything that is familiar to us. I'm not sure what to think anymore. I could not communicate with my wolf yet again and even though Valerie and Sandy drank that healing elixir, they still were unable to communicate through the pack link.Once more, we are all in very bad shape, we haven't showered in days and we all look like we've been struck by lightning with how dirty our clothes were."
I grit my teeth as the man crouches in front of my cell, observing the very sorry sight of me. His face closes in on the cell bars, eyeing me up and down, sneering. A dark colored three-clawed scar is on his cheek, nearing his left eye. His entire aura is a darkened blue—which could mean anything negative. I stare at him angrily, not wanting his disgusting face near me. The man sniggers before standing up and examining Sandy and Valerie's weakened state."This is quite an interesting sight. Three Alpha's daughters caught in a bind... Helpless... Powerless. Oh if you all could see the look on your faces." The man laughs mockingly. He grabs a wooden chair, places it in the middle of the room, and sits down leaning forward. "Now, are you going to tell me which one of you is Alpha Rickart's daughter?"I look at him blankly,
In a small room dimly lit by torches sits an impatient man with a cold expression. His brown eyes stare coldly at the circle with symbols drawn in chalk in the middle of the room. He successfully drew the enchantment earlier and now he's getting more agitated the more time it takes for the spell to be activated.Six guards—four werewolves and two vampires— stand at attention behind him, waiting for the moment the target is expected to arrive. The two vampires both have a brooch with a ruby emblem on her collar."Is there no news from the mole yet?" The witch asks impatiently, tapping his index finger on the suitcase he brought."None yet, Gee," one of the werewolves responds."Are you sure you are the best witch for this job?" a vampire interrogates, her eyes throwing daggers at the witch's fretful state. "Won't it be more advisable if you double-check your spell?"Gee narrows his eyes at the vampire with his teeth gritted. "I've used t
"What do you mean they were kidnapped?!?" Leila shrieks as she drives into Lyra Town. She has been sent by the coven as theTemplerepresentative in Zinnia's stead. Zinnia had just informed her of the tragedy that occurred during the Alpha's little sister's initiation ceremony.This is bad. I haven't told Aunt Zinnia about the 'Stone of Life' Nicole possessed. Only Alpha Summers and I knew about it though. Is it possible the information I revealed accidentally got leaked? Or maybe I'm reading too much into things?"I said what I said, Leila. Please hasten your driving. One of their scouts is waiting for you at theLyra Townsignage. I expected you to arrive there an hour earlier. What happened?" Zinnia grumbles but nevertheless curious.Leila's face flushes as she recalls her taking a wrong turn earlier. "Yeah... I got lost. This is why I kept telling you to leave a teleportation crystal at the Blood Moon's territor
“Are all these really necessary?” I ask as Valerie paints the pack symbol on my left shoulder. I have already worn the white ceremonial dress on me and the brown gladiator sandals that had to be tied up to my knees. The dress was only one-shouldered and exposed my left shoulder, hence, why Valerie is painting the symbol there. Both Valerie and Sandy are also wearing white halter neck dresses. Valerie also had the pack symbol on her shoulder whereas Sandy did not. “You'll be fine,” Valerie coos. The dress I'm wearing right now is also what I wore when I was initiated into the pack. We'll know you are fully accepted into the pack once the dance is over.” “Is there an indicator that confirms that?” “The paint I'm using on your shoulder will glow.” Valerie finishes painting on my shoulder and places the bowl with the red paint on the vanity and heads to the comfort room. We can hear a faint sound of the water running. I look up at Sandy who has ha
The Dark Crescent warriors came to our territory, much sooner than we anticipated. Father noticed their presence from a mile away, and he had planned to buy enough time for the rest of us to escape. Some of the men left to lead the women and children out of the house through the back while the warriors’ presence had yet to close in on us. Some of us stayed behind to accompany Father, relentless to leaving any member of our family behind. All hell broke loose once father opened the door. I could feel all of our morale shatter at the sight of our family members being held hostage. Some were held down by the warriors in wolf form. The others had knives pressed on their throats. Father’s negative emotions swirled around the place and influenced us all. I never got a good look at the leader of the warriors. He wore a mask over his face. However, I could deliberately remember how vile and cruel his voice sounded. “I was expecting you to gladly join
"Let me get this straight... you followed him into a club?" Leandre asks, clarifying the report of the two men in front of him. It is eight in the morning on a Saturday. Leandre has just finished his daily workout routine when his two friends specifically requested to meet him. Turns out, the two had quite the fun adventure last night with the report they immediately conveyed. Still, Leandre is already grateful that the two even accepted his orders despite it being a dangerous task. "No, we tried to follow him inside," Dylan quickly replies. "Yeah. But this idiot got compelled and decided it was the best course of action to kill me." Xavier glares and Dylan before sighing. Leandre remains quiet as he scans the document provided by the two. It is only natural for them to write a narrative report of what happened with the investigation. 'Compulsion, huh... so we are dealing with vampires. They've
"He must have caught onto us," Xavier curses before backing the car and stepping onto the accelerator once he is already on the same side of the road as Zyris."Calm down, genius! We might end up crashing!" Dylan panics as he sees a gang of big buff men driving gigantic motorcycles right through the side mirror.Xavier speeds up when he sees their target's vehicle is far ahead of them. "Don't worry, once we're close enough, they can overtake us. We cannot lose sight of our target, not when he's finally doing something out of his usual routines."True to his words, once they are a good enough distance to tail the vehicle, some motor-bikers overtake their car. Xavier has been thinking for a while that Mr. Zyris has probably sensed there were people following him closely. Doing something ordinary, such as letting other vehicles go before them, will help them be steered clear of suspicions in his head. Even though it might not
"Do we really have to keep following him? It's the third time this week! Plus, it's a Friday. Can't we take a break for today?" Dylan complains while they follow the principal's assistant's silver sedan.Xavier, being the driver, ensures that there is at least a ten-meter distance between their cars. He wouldn't want Mr. Zyris to catch onto their plans of tailing him, though they have been doing that since Wednesday. He made sure that their car was running at the same speed as the one their following. At least, that's what Leandre requested of them as a scout and a hunter."Quit complaining. Hemightgo somewhere unexpected this time," he returns, not bothering to spare a glance at his friend.Something's not right. How can someone like him be so bland and plain? Most of the girls at school are crushing on him, even the teachers. How is it that he spends time doing something tedious?We've been following him after he le