All Chapters of Drowning in Her Darkness: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

  Slamming the door behind me as I entered my office, I cringed when a picture on the far wall fell to the floor with a crash, glass shards flying across the carpet. Shit, I had not meant to shut the door that hard, my emotions were getting the best of me, and someone in my position could not afford for that to happen.   “It’s the mate bond.” Sapphire pipped up.   “What do you mean It’s the bond? I thought the bond was supposed to bring peace and calm, not a rage in my emotions every time something small pissed me off.” Dropping into my chair I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to breath myself under control.   This morning had been a shit show since I had gotten to the training fields. It seemed that while most of the packs that had signed the treaty had send their top warriors for our war to come, others, such as Jackson, had sent their weakest and members, most were Omegas, not even warrior

Splitting off, we each began to circle with our chosen targets, I took the largest, a sandy colored male almost as tall as I was, a clear sign of powerful blood, most likely the cast out of a Beta family if I had to guess. But I did not need his life story, I needed his life.   “Come on, big boy.” I taunted him, through a private mind-link I created between us. His eyes grew wide in surprise for a moment at the unexpected connection, before he was snarling at me once more, clearly he did not like being challenged. Good, I needed an outlet for some of this tension I had been carrying around for the past few days.   He attacked first, launching himself at me, his jaws open wide as he aimed for my neck. Whatever his history was, he had never been taught proper battle strategy. I sidestepped him right before he would have connected, using my Alpha strength to up my speed and twisted around to lock my jaws on his hind leg, yanking him ba

She killed him.   I stood at the forests edge, having just arrived at what looked like a war scene between two different packs of wolves, when I saw her. She was standing before a human man, he was naked and dirty, but he was human; and she’d killed him. She had torn his head from his body.   Lavender had always been so sweet to me, so calm. But this was something else, for once I saw her for what she was, a dangerous animal. I could not risk my life anymore being near her, I had to protect myself. Alexandria needed me; my trial patients needed me. As much as it hurt my heart to even consider hurting her, I stood at the rivers edge clasping my firearm in my hands, swearing that she would leave and not come back, or I would have no other choice.   All too soon she was there, and after a deep, calming breath to help center my racing heart, I turned to face her, raising the gun in both hands, and aiming it for her. As nervo

 For what felt like days I sat there next to her, my hands wrapped around hers, begging her to open her eyes and just let me know she was okay; but it couldn’t have been more than a few hours. Lila had kicked us out of the room once Eva was stable, insisting we did not need to be present while her and another woman whose name I did not catch, cleaned her up and got her dressed. The thirty minutes they had kicked us out for had me on edge, I had this need to be with her, to be beside her. When the door finally opened and Lila said we could go back in, I raced to her side. Lila had cleaned he blood from Eva’s pale skin, braided her long hair to the side, and put her in a soft spaghetti strapped purple night dress, before slipping her under the heavy comforter they had also replaced with a none blood stained one.   Laying on the bed beside her, I noticed after a while that they refused to leave me alone with her, someone else was always in the room, eyes train

Pulling the blanket tighter around my shivering body I tried to conserve as much of my own body heat within the fabric as possible. There was no way of telling time down here, with no windows I had no idea when it was day or night, so I hadn’t a clue how long I’d been in this freezing and desolate dungeon; and that was not an exaggeration, it was a dungeon.   The ground was concrete, with floor to ceiling bars going into the rock ceiling and walls. Though unlike normal bars which would be darker and made of perhaps iron or steel, these bars appeared to be polished to perfection and silver in color. Though if this was where they kept enemies of their own kind and they were in fact weakened by silver, it made sense that these bars weren’t just painted silver, but in fact pure.   Blake, the redhead healer, and his mate, Lila, the beautiful model, came down to see me four times, bringing hot food and blankets each time. I had enough blankets to