All Chapters of Unnatural: The Wildfire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ally’s POVI took a deep breath, my eyes flickering to Caleb's still form against the pillar, his slow heartbeat the only proof that he was still breathing. No, I wasn't going to give Grayson the satisfaction of seeing my tears. My entire body itched to claw his face and I knew I could. That's when I heard the faint whisper in my head. You could kill him. Free yourself and turn him to dust.That voice didn't belong to my wolf. It was much darker, sinister. It was the part of me that I'd kept hidden since it surfaced. The part of me that grew in darkness every time I used my fire. If I hadn't seen first hand, what losing an Alpha could do to a pack, maybe I'd be considering ending Grayson where he stood. I'd kill him and then what? I'd have to kill many more to escape the pack. Those people had families waiting for them and I wouldn't be of much use before the migraines from using the fire hit. Caleb didn't look like he'd be able to fight off anyone and hold on to my unconsciou

"I can just see her.""Who, mama?""The girl who will steal your heart and unravel all your secrets, my quiet boy. The girl who will not be afraid to show all of her emotions. The fire to your frost.""I thought you said I wasn't frosty.""But you like the nickname, Zachary, do you not?""Yes."Eliza Thorne to son Aiden(12)______________________________________________Aiden’s POV"Then how do you explain this? Why would I, An alpha's daughter be standing here with you, willingly? How can I be sure that agreeing to work with you that night was of my own free will?" I gripped the wheel so tight that I knew it would break if I didn't control myself. Her words were like daggers, stabbing me as they proceeded from her mouth in that accent of hers that was always very evident when she was terrified. She didn't know, couldn't know how much her words had hurt. Didn't understand that before her, compulsion was something akin to a game for me. Something for my very own amusement. After d

ALLY’s POVThere we were. Driving into the West. Where the royals lived. The King Pack. It seemed like a long time ago when Caleb and I were indecisive about where to go to for college. While I'd dreamed of travelling West all my life, a part of me had wanted to stay in Central Canada, close to the pack just because Kara would've made the same choice if she'd ever gotten the chance to. Caleb had wanted to go East, mostly to visit packs like the Gomez Pack where I was recently held captive and almost molested and murdered by her Alpha. In the West was where 'the pack' was. The King Pack. I grew up to learn that the King Pack were pretty much the first set of wolves to settle in Canada, making them the first and oldest , hence their title "The Royals."It was rumoured that there were no supernaturals in the North, because of the colder weather and the small human population. North.Where the water does not cease. Relying on the fact that I hadn't felt my familial bond with my

Ally’s POVWhite blond hair, pale blue eyes.Roderick King was every woman's dream.Except he wasn't mine. "I am so sorry about your father, Ally. I assure you that we are doing everything we can to get to the bottom of this issue. It threatens the very peaceful coexistence that we want." Hands grasped mine, attempting to be soothing. And I remembered his words 'Tap into that grief, bella. Let it take over your body, your mind. Feed the anger and let the waterworks flow. Just let it flow.' ______________________________________________Dark hair, eyes the deepest shade of blue and gray.Aiden Thorne was supposed to be every woman's nightmare.But he was my dream. Except right now, he was real and holding me against the wall, his pupils dilating as my heart beat frantically."Don't scream, bella. It's only me."I hated it. I hated that he could compel me.I hated how powerless he made me feel.But my body and mind were different entities.And my body, clad in nothing but a bathr

Aiden’s POVIt took me several minutes to realize that I wasn't conscious. Because here I was, standing in my bedroom, in the middle of my childhood home. A house that'd been spelled and burned to the ground with my mother and sister and some of our kin trapped inside by witches that we'd underestimated and trusted during the Great Purge. Witches who'd sided with the werewolves in secret with plans to wipe out vampires forever for good. I walked over to the balcony where I'd spent years fawning over the Thorne coterie and fought the urge to flinch as I came upon the community, looking exactly as it was before the evil that was the war. Living in our own town, spelled to look like a forest of trees to the human eyes who passed by or through it like all other supernatural communities, the Thorne coterie was a community of buildings and families of vampires. Both pure blooded and turned. Led by my father, my uncle Jacob and his trusted men, we'd thrived.Maybe in truth, vampires deser