All Chapters of The Accidental Werewolf: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

It’s hard. I’m so empty inside. It’s the kind of hole nothing can fill, not even Deimos. What kills me is that Edric is trying his best to make it better, but he can’t. And I know he’s angry. I know he’s going through a difficult time too. He must hate me. I’d hate me if I were him. ~ Fake it, ~ my wolf says. ~Fake it ‘till you make it. ~ * I can’t even do that. * She is happy to be here with Dark Moon, happy to be with Edric. I’d rather be anywhere but here. I want to get away from the other wolves’ pitiful glances. Deimos gurgles on my lap and gives me a huge toothless grin. “It’s a good thing you don’t know what a mess your mom is,” I say, and tickle his chubby little neck. He just keeps cooing and makes a grab for my hair. “Maya?” Edric asks from the open backdoor. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I cradle Deimos close to me, stand up, and look out over the lake. It’s the same one that flows into Mountain Fire’s territory. I’ll miss this place, I t

Edric's POV All the fear leaves me at once, and I have to grab the bed to stop myself from collapsing to the floor. “You’re sure?” I ask, still not trusting that I heard Winston, one of our doctors, correctly. “Pretty sure, yeah.” He grins at the look on my face. “She’s three weeks pregnant at least.” It adds up. She conceived the night we left Mountain Fire. The night I chased her in the woods. The night everything clicked back into place and I knew we’d be okay. Although, the last week or so, I started to doubt her. I started to think that the loss of Abbadon was too great and that I’d never get her back. I started to resent her for it, and many times all I could do was walk away because I was afraid of what I’d say to her if I didn’t. I have to keep reminding myself that she chose me, and that’s what matters. “She’s been so irritable lately,” I say, more to myself than the doctor. “I thought she…” I shake my head, cutting myself off before I give away too much. “A lot of she-wo

I look around. I only see trees and thick undergrowth, but I can hear machinery, banging and shouting in the distance. The sounds and smells of construction drift towards us on the breeze. I throw my head back and sniff the air. Despite the slight tinge of diesel, sweat, and dust, it smells cleaner here, without the ever-present scent of decay clinging to the place. “I love it,” I say. He nods and shifts to human, a huge smile on his face. “Wait here. I’ll get clothes.” I sit down and look at my surroundings. It’s not like Mountain Fire. The trees and undergrowth are very different here. Tropical is the only word I have to describe it. And there’s a saltiness in the air. I wonder how far away we are from the ocean. Dressed in shorts, Edric comes stumbling back, almost falling over some kind of creeper. Grinning at his own clumsiness, he hands me a dress. I recognise it as the dress I wore on my first day at Mountain Fire. Tears fill my eyes, but I quickly blink them away. I’m sure

Edric's POV: I stand with my hands on my hips, taking in the carnage around me. Some of the wolves were torn limb from limb, while others were seemingly unharmed, but covered in the blood of their neighbours. “How many?” I ask, trying to suppress the rage boiling in my chest. Who did this? “It’s impossible to say. Half of them at least.” “What happened?” “I don’t know. The survivors are too afraid to talk to us. They won’t come out of their huts.” I kneel next to a corpse, inspecting his body. “It makes no sense. They don’t usually attack each other. They look after each other here.” “Uh-huh,” Stephen agreed. “And why did the others die? The ones that have no wounds. What killed them?” I shake my head. “I can’t tell. I see no obvious wounds or injuries.” Swallowing my revulsion, I turn the dirty wolf’s neck to the side, staring at the small circular hole in his neck. “Hunters.” Stephen kneels next to me. “Did they inject them with silver?” “I don’t smell silver. Wolfsbane mayb

Abbadon’s POV I can’t stay away. I tried, but even knowing I can go back to The Goddess, I couldn’t do it. We don’t share a bond anymore. She severed it when she cast me out. Every so often, I’d slip away and come here to look at Maya. It’s torture. I’m torturing myself. I know it, but I can’t stop myself. A bond formed the first time we touched, and it didn’t die when she killed me. Not even for her. Some nights I stand in their bedroom, resisting the urge to kill Edric and the pup, just staring at her. I hear her call out my name in her sleep. This last week, I’ve been calming her, using my vampire powers to push the memories of me out of her sleeping mind. I can’t bear to see her suffer so much. When I saw her on the balcony, feeling the deep loneliness drift out towards me, I couldn’t help myself. I had to say something to let her know she was not alone. The wolf couldn’t hear me because she has no connection to me, but Maya did. I regret it now. I made it worse. I should not h