All Chapters of Assassin's Shadow : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Life is cruel when you're a thirteen year old orphan. You're constantly reminded of how worthless and unwanted you are. Not having a soul to confide in makes it even worse and lonely. I made the mistake of thinking I had a friend once. Tristen Harris became my partner in crime after he was dropped off here, at Lexington Orphange, by Child Services. Our friendship is short-lived as he is now one of my many tormentors. Even our damn caretaker hates me and treats me like shit. I suffer and endure all kinds of abuse due to just my existence. Have you ever heard the saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me"?Yeah, that's straight bullshit. Whoever thought of it can shove it back up their a**. People are cruel, and their words can leave deep scars that take time to heal. I should know. There aren't many insults I haven't already heard, but it still doesn't make them any less lethal than the first time. Dealing with verbal abuse isn't as bad as the phys

I have no destination. I have no money. I have no family. I have no home. Despite that, I'm basking in my newfound freedom. l run absent-mindedly and is unaware of the dangerous threat lurking nearby. A rumbling and crashing sound in the distance halts my footsteps. The sound is coming from behind an old Italian diner, in the dark alley. The hairs on my neck are standing up, and my skin breaks out into goosebumps, as a shiver runs down my spine. Keep walking Shadow. It's probably a pesky raccoon. I force myself to continue moving forward. I don't want any trouble, I've had my fair share. As I pick up the pace wanting to avoid whatever or whoever, a loud thud followed by a shrill cry for help .I freeze as fear creeps into my bones. More noise comes from the alleyway. everything in me is screaming run, but my legs move in the direction of the distressed cry for help. I begin panting the closer I get to the commotion. the night is still. my rapid heartbeat ringing in my ears. th

Get in, get out. It's simple. This job isn't ideal but it's keeping me in the Alpha's good graces. Plus it gets me out of house. Girls my age are normally worried about boys and the latest fashion trend. Not me, I'm here on the roof top of a building exactly fifteen feet away from an extravagant hotel. On the twelfth floor and the seventh window to the right going across is a room occupied by a middle aged man trying to get his c**k wet. Sigh. Poor man doesn't even know what's coming. 'You know you shouldn't be doing this, this isn't right.' my wolf Zephina surfaces but I block her out. We go through this every time we do a job. She knows we have to do this, our life depends on it. I got my wolf when I turned 16 which is odd because most don't get their wolf until they're 18 unless you're an Alpha. Ferro witnessed my first shift and said it wasnt safe for me if Alpha Roman found out I had gotten my wolf. He said it could be dangerous for me which is another reason he taught me to f

Shadow's POVI didn't realize my hands were bleeding so badly. Blood oozed out from my knuckles. They were completely swollen and bruised, but I didn't feel a thing. Im completely numb. I've been punching the punching bag Ferro put in my room for hours now. How could this happen? Why does the Moon Goddess hate me so much? My life is a waste, and the hope I had of escaping this horrible place and leaving it behind faded as reality rained down on me. I scoff to myself. How could he possibly think I'd ever let him touch me after everything he's done to me? F***ing delusional. 'We need to save our strength if you are going to run away tonight. It's not going to be easy trying to escape an Alpha.'Zeph is right. I sent one more punch to the beat-up punching bag and then sat on my poor excuse of a bed with my head in my hands.I'd die trying to escape rather than let him have his way with me. I'd be even more of a slave to him than I am now, and that's not going to happen. KNOCK KNOCK

Savon's POVThere she was, my fated mate. I've been waiting for years to find my fated mate. I gave up looking once I turned 24. Her wolf is beautiful. Looking at her standing on top of the lycan she defeated and being covered in blood made her look even more beautiful. I slowly approached my mate, and our eyes met. "Shift!" I commanded. I wanted to see my mate in human form and ask her what was going on. She shifted back, and I was even more amazed at the sight lying beneath me. She was stunning. She was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Her smooth, slightly dark complexion shined in the Moonlight.Her hair was dark brown, and it fell past her shoulders, covering her nice sized perky breasts. She slowly stood up, revealing all the tattoos that covered her left shoulder and arm along with her hips and legs. She was an amazing walking piece of art. After moments of admiring her, I noticed I wasn't the only one looking, and immediately, I felt a pang of jealousy course t