All Chapters of Wolfsbane - Finding The Wolf Within : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"“What does that mean?” “Werewolves are powerful beings, but the strongest of them all are the Primordial werewolves. It was long since believed that the Primordial bloodline was destroyed many centuries ago. Without the rightful heir to the Primordial throne, a Lycan claimed it for his own. But unlike the other werewolves, Lycans are vicious creatures who consort with Vampires. Obsessed with power the Lycans stole the throne and placed their leader upon it. He is known as the Old King for he has rained for over 5 centuries.” “How is that possible?” “Werewolves and witches don’t age the way humans do, many of us can live for many more centuries than just five,” “Silas, the Old King, systematically hunted down anyone claiming to be of the Primordial bloodline and destroyed them. We knew it was only a matter of time before he came for you.” “I panicked after what Madeline had seen and tried to grab you from your crib. I must have startled you because you cried. But it wasn’t just a

Deep cobalt irises shimmered with unshed tears as they peered back into the room from which they had just escaped. Those words settled like lead rocks into her stomach and weighed heavily on her heart. Alexa stared back at the man who expected so much from her and said nothing in return. He watched on with dark eyes, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Like father, like son, as alike as they were in looks, they were in their expectations of her, both expecting more than she could give. What could she say to that anyway? He was so sure she’d be ready to take her father’s place, but she was far from it. She’d never known his world, never know his customs, and was now being thrust into a position of power for which she was never prepared. And to top it all off she had his son badgering her from her other side to accept his demand for her to be his mate. The assault on both fronts drained her of her energy more than anything else she had faced that day. She had learned that it had b

She had to get out! She had to escape! Picturing her freedom was the only thought in her head as she ran. She was running from an enemy she could not see or hear. And even though her senses were both blind and deaf to her attacker her fear still pounded in her chest as real as if she were staring down the monster from which she ran. She could not hear him, nor see him for she was drowned in a sinister darkness that almost consumed her but still, she ran. She could feel his wicked intent as if it were a specter caressing her skin making it crawl and sending her stomach into knots. The darkness that surrounded her seemed to extend to the very corners of her subconsciousness and it consumed her. She couldn’t catch her breath as her heart clambered inside her ribcage. She could almost hear his voice taunting her, laughing at her pain though no sound ever reached her ears. She could almost imagine his cold eyes glaring at her in smugness as she lay broken on the bedroom floor where he ha

For the third time in the past twenty-four hours, Alexa found herself being led through the halls of the large mansion, only this time they were lit by the morning bursts of sunlight. As they walked along wooden floors her gaze drank in the villa-like style that she had not noticed the night before. It looked as if the manor was frozen in time with all the original furnishings and décor still beautifully preserved and intact. The intricacy of the detail put into every piece of furniture pulled at her. Feeling her curiosity Aiden slowed his brisk pace to allow her the opportunity to see his home, which was once her father’s and would now hopefully be hers. Crystal blue eyes swept over the décor and filled with appreciation when allowing the beauty of the mansion to sink in. She could tell there was a rich history etched into the gorgeous ashen stone walls they passed, and she was almost eager to hear it. Her curiosity encroached upon her mental defenses forcing her to take an intere

Ignominy had a bitter sting when it was paired with a wounded pride, and it radiated within her. The pungent taste left behind had a distinct acidic quality that burned in her throat. And although the physical wound had quickly mended, Vanessa found herself still nursing her bruised ego. Humiliation and disbelief were her new companions. Both churlish in body and spirit the disesteemed woman soon found herself seeking vindication amongst her peers and the humans whom she so despised. Along with this newfound need to seek reclamation Vanessa was overwhelmed with a need to leave the Burrow. The bar she soon found herself in was far beneath someone of her caliber, but she was itching to justify what she deemed as mistreatment by the werewolf she desired. Simmering over the humiliation and masking its ever-present bitterness lay the boiling rage that she directed toward the pathetic humans of a nearby town. The Native American woman found an odd sense of comfort in having human males tr