All Chapters of Werewolf Destiny Unveiled : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He sets the plate in front of the mother and raises the lid as she reclines. A human heart that is covered with blood clots lies on a bed of lettuce. Mom exhales with joy and gives a gentle handclap of thanks. Hudson, bravo. Where do you keep finding these exquisite, tiny morsels?The phrase "a trade secret, ma'am" He gets the other plate and places it in front of the father before lifting the dome to show him almost the same dinner. My father murmurs a thank you, and my parents pick up their cutlery and tuck in, forgetting about the traditional breakfast.I've witnessed this sight several times throughout my life, before every religious ritual and full moon. But after five years of coexisting with people, I have a slightly more intimate perspective on the organs.i.e., they once existed as people.Either I keep my disdain to myself or my mother doesn't notice. She nods towards my plate as she slices a piece of the heart in front of her. "Well. Eat up. The day is busy for us.I suffoc

I'm sweating my palms. We should return to the ballroom; why don't we? To handle this, I need a drink.To my relief, Clare says, "I don't blame you," and she doesn't appear to have seen the King approaching us.He shouldn't pass by, in my opinion. I don't want to bow before him only to discover that he isn't even aware of our presence. I also don't want him to see me, though. I was almost about to have an asthma attack when he saw me. I don't want him to ever notice me again because I now know he is a hostile member of our pack.I take the lead and head straight for the closest catering bar, with my sisters scrambling to keep up behind me. As I go closer, a tall, lean man turns and smiles as if he recognizes me.It takes me a second to realize who he is.Before Tara can object, Clare says, "I think we'll go back to the table," and then pushes her away.Five years ago, when I used the right, I wasn't just interested in what the world of humans had to offer. It offered a chance for me t

Cynthia and Carole have suggested that we get together for lunch so that we can catch up on the conversation we didn't get to have at the ball.At a human eatery.After having salads and the main course, I am currently drinking my drink while attempting to suppress the urge to inquire of my own sisters whether or not their spouses are aware of their whereabouts."...and that's exactly what they were discussing at the Bailey!" Carole yells at me while putting her palm in front of my face and waving it."Sorry. Too many mimosas." That is not the case. After drinking two of them, I haven't even begun to feel tipsy. I make an effort to pay attention to what she is telling me. Something regarding the upgrades she had made to her main bathroom You were mentioning something about how they were unable to bring down a wall, right?"Are you okay?" The question was posed to me by Cynthia with sincere concern.Do I come clean and tell them that my head is all over the place after what happened wi

For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.The ceremony of metamorphosis is held in a standing stone circle that was constructed more than five centuries ago, long before Columbus could falsely claim to have set foot on the continent of North America. The three stones pay homage to the three gods of our pack: Lupa, the mother of Romulus and Remus; the harsh Lycaon; and Fenrir, the wolf who will devour Odin at Ragnarök. The circle used to be in a clearing in a forest. It is now safe inside a towering, c

This can't possibly be taking place.I force myself to get up and grab the note out of Mother's grasp. "You looked through my purse, didn't you?""What do you think you're doing?" is a rhetorical question. She makes a hissing sound as if my inquiry does not exist. "You have agreed to a sexual contract. You can't be talking to someone else behind the back of your fiance!"I'm not seeing anyone. I have no doubt that you pursued it. It is an open offer to compensate for—""It is an open invitation to spread rumours. to disgrace and destitution" She pulls the card away from him and rips it in half, then again in half, and finally she throws the fragments of the card onto the carpet. "For how much longer has this been occurring?""For how many more minutes has this been going on?" I am on the verge of arguing that I've only been home for a few days, but then I realise that, in the eyes of the rest of the pack, I may be a spy for Greater London. Perhaps she believes that I was beating the ki