Novels by Spitfyre

Ayla’s POV In a brief second, the warmth in the air was gone.Riian’s smile had completely vanished. His eyes hardened as he tilted his chin slightly, sniffing the air. I dropped my hand to the dagger at my waist, my senses snapping into high alert.“Anything?” I asked, whispering.“Nothing. There's no scent at all. It's masked."We stood frozen in the woods. listening back to back. The wind rustled through the canopy. A distant bird called out. Seconds ticked by, stretching into a minute of silence.But nothing moved. No further sound echoed.Eventually, Riian let out a slow, cautious breath, easing out of his stance, though his hand remained near his hip."Could have been a deer," he said, though his voice lacked conviction. "Yeah," I murmured quietly, letting my hand fall away from my blade. "Maybe.""Let's get these herbs back," Riian said, slinging his bag tighter against his chest. "Before Kiara decides to come look for us herself."“You’re right.” I pointed. After gathering

Ayla’s POV A week had passed since Wolf Fang's attack and Caleb’s death. Things were much better every new day. The Pack could finally breathe.The injured warriors no longer had their bandages on, their wolves were healed now. The pack house hummed once more with the nice sounds of daily life—breakfast plates, laughter, and the bustling rhythm of a territory no longer under immediate threat.Young pups were chasing each other around the wooden benches while the elders sat in the morning sun, discussing matters as usual. As I passed, I did a small bow but they hardly acknowledged me. But with Caleb gone, Kael’s curse hadn't settled down with him. If anything, it had grown more volatile.In the quiet hours of the night, I watched how it clawed its way to his surface. Sometimes it was a sudden, unexplained burst of aggression over a minor disturbance. Sometimes his claws would unsheathe involuntarily, slicing through the bedsheets before he could contain it. More than once, I caught t

Kael’s POV The blade came down but I pushed my head sideways, making him stick it into the dirt. Caleb lifted the blade from the ground but it was stuck, though my senses were completely overwhelmed, with the curse warping my vision and movement, I managed to jab him in his injured ribs, a sharp cry tore out of him as he scrambled away from me. I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying hard to control my body. I shouldn’t have. Searing pain radiated through my shoulder, I opened my eyes to find his silver dagger biting into my shoulder, and the smell of my own burning flesh filling the air. The fight was ugly. Feral. It went on for several more minutes.Agnar screamed at me to yield, to give up total control, to let the monster out to rip Caleb into pieces.If you give in now, a cold voice whispered in the back of my mind, you will not only kill him. But you will never come back. You will tear Ayla apart when you return also.Caleb lunged again, driving for my throat.I didn't un

Kael’s POV I didn't chase after Caleb yet. The immediate threat was gone, and nothing in this forest mattered more than the body lying motionless on the ground.I moved swiftly and caught Ayla just as her knees gave out completely. I pulled her against my chest, sliding one hand behind her neck, my thumb stroking over the warm, soft skin of her cheek.“I’m here,” I breathed, my voice rough, and trembling. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”She gasped, her chest heaving against my body as she slowly regained consciousness. Her fingers clawed weakly at my cloth,“Kael...” she choked out, her voice barely a whisper against my neck. “Riian... he’s... he’s alive. Nearby. In the bush...”I knew Riian wasn’t dead, but hearing the confirmation from Ayla gave me more relief. As I lifted Ayla into my arms, Tatiana sprang out of the tree lines, breathing profusely. “I’m so sorry, Alpha…”“Save that for later,” I muttered, before pointing towards the direction of Riian’s scent. “We need to find Rii

Kael’s POV “Your life.”The words hung in the stale, blood drenched air. Caleb smiled widely, his lips curling with an unusual confidence. He must have grown it all these years before attacking my pack. I know Caleb expects me to snap, he expects the furious, blind rage that had earned me the ruthless wolf name back then. My wolf, Agnar, clawed in my chest, begging me to change so he could tear each and every one of them’s throat out. But I forced him to remain calm, there was a lot at stake. Ayla. Riian and my warriors. I couldn’t move yet, I needed a quick plan. But watching Ayla’s limp body sagging against Jax’s chest with a silver blade pressed tight enough against her throat kept disorientating me. “I want back everything you took from me!” Caleb yelled. “You talk a lot for a wolf with one foot in the grave, Caleb,” I said, while trying to mindlink any of my warriors around. Nothing. I tried not to glance at Ayla, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my panic. “

Ayla’s POVTatiana and I had gone through the area we were in charge of. We hadn’t found anybody or anything, just emptied quarters. We decided to go into the forest to expand our search. Stopping at the entrance into the forest surrounding the wolf fangs pack. I wiped sweat from my brow. “I think we should split here. We’d cover more grounds better."“No.” Tatiana replied sternly. “Why?” I frowned. “It’s too dangerous. We don’t know what’s out there and I know you Ayla.” She shook her head. “You can be pretty reckless.” “No I’m not.” I countered. “Okay, I’ll let you go only if you’d be careful.” "I always am," I said, adjusting the grip on my blade."I mean it, Ayla. Don't get reckless.."I offered a small, crooked smile. "Relax. I won’t get into trouble.""That's debatable," Tatiana muttered, though her eyes softened. "An hour. Meet back at this spot and if anything, you mind link me immediately.""Sure. I will."She turned left, vanishing into the brush. I took a deep breath,

Cheyanne.At first, it was just two missed calls from a contact saved as Michael. I don’t remember saving it. But when I unlocked my phone, my jaw dropped.The notification on the screen read: You broke our deal. Now your friend is in danger.Directly below the text was a video. Even without pressing play, the thumbnail was clear enough: someone sitting in a chair, blindfolded and gagged. Gia. She looked completely helpless.Before I could process the sight, the phone buzzed in my hand again. Michael.I didn’t hesitate to answer, even with Ronan watching me, his dark eyes hardened with instant suspicion.I forced out a tiny, breathless laugh and held up a finger, silently asking him for a minute. My legs carried me quickly out of the shop before I pressed the phone to my ear. Sweat slicked the skin around my temple as I waited for the voice on the line. I already knew what he was going to say—I couldn't even bring myself to play the video.“What do you want?” My voice trembled.“From

Cheyanne.I walked straight out of the restroom toward the front desk, passing Maxim, who was holding the coffee I had originally wanted. The moment I reached the receptionist, I squeezed my hands into tight fists, the words “Can you call 911?” burning to escape my throat. Only that I didn’t. It wasn’t fear, or anger, but when my knuckles suddenly grazed the square outline of the device in my pocket, the tension in my hands eased for a second. And the hatred burning a pit inside my stomach stopped. It was replaced by hope. I had Gia and I would die for that girl just as she would for me. That time will come, I promised myself. All i had to do was wait. But still, I wasn't going to let him just have his way. “Can I get a matcha latte, please?” I asked.The lady nodded. “Coming right up. You can step over there to pay,” she said, pointing toward the register where Maxim stood leaning casually.Panic hit me. I realized I didn't have a single cent on me—and I’d left the card Ronan gave

CheyanneThe silence was eating me up. I hated how Maxim just sat by the corner of the dining table, his calculating eyes screening my every move. At some point, I left the living room to heat up the leftover pasta from the one we got earlier and he followed. He just wouldn’t leave my side. “Do you want some?” I asked, while dishing some food for myself.He only shook his head. Boring. “Are you just going to stand here and watch me all day?” This time, the annoyance in my tone was obvious. “I’m sorry, Ronan gave those orders.” He said curtly. Letting out a heavy, frustrated sigh, I turned to him—this time, we were back to the living room. Out of curiosity, I asked. “Are you also married?” The question completely caught him off guard, because he finally looked at me, arching a brow as he responded. “I’m not that type of person.” Finally interested, I shifted in my seat, picking a throw pillow and placing it on my lap; while my small pasta bowl sat in my hand. “What do you mean,

Ronan. “Hmm” I grunted. “How exactly do you intend to do that?” I shifted, assessing her as I crossed my legs then rubbed my fingers over the stubble on my chin. She pointed directly at my chest pocket, “I know you’re recording with that thing. But you don’t look like some freak. So I guess you’re here for business.” She shrugged, finally stopping the disgusting moves she had been doing with that pole. “You seem to know much about surveillance.” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Who are you?” “Forget about who I am, mister. Are you down or not?” Straight to the point. I liked that. Even though I wasn’t a very trusting man, and also shouldn’t be having conversations with naked or half-naked women who aren’t my wife, there was something about this lady before me that didn't seem ordinary. She didn’t carry herself like an actual stripper. I noticed how her eyes searched the room, subtly taking notes of the exits, and perimeter. It didn’t seem like anything to me at first,

Ronan.Apples. She had only apples all through the eight hours flight. And each time I took a look to my right, she’s either sleeping, or picking at her nails; which had already turned red and raw by the time we landed in New York. As usual, a car was waiting for me—us, ready to take us to my penthouse. I walked behind Ivy, while Maxim led us to where the car was parked. As Maxim drove us to the penthouse, I had him stop by to get Cheyanne dinner. With my eyes still focused on the iPad in my hand, I asked Ivy… “What would you like to eat?” She didn't speak for a minute, and just as I was about to speak again, she replied.“Chinese—uhm pasta.” Raising my head from the screen to lock eyes with her, I arched a brow. “Chinese pasta?” “No, just pasta.” She said.“You know you can have anything you want, right?” She nodded. “I’m not just hungry.” “I didn’t know you were aviophobic.” I muttered, finally turning my iPad screen down and fixing my attention on her. “You could have tol

Cheyanne.“I’ll ask the doctor to visit again,” he muttered, swiftly getting to his feet. “But for now, you need to pack a few things… We leave in an hour.”I slid the sheets off my body, rising up to meet his height. Though he towered over me, broader and stronger in every way, I didn’t care, he needed to start giving better explanations for the choices he kept making for both of us.“Why are we leaving today? I asked. Ronan stopped abruptly, before turning to face me. Staring up into his eyes, I asked…“What happened?” “Something urgent came up with work.” He answered, giving me the impression he had nothing more to tell me. “Uhm okay. What about tickets?” “We’re flying private.” He said. I nodded. Not like I expected less, but now that I think about it, how did I manage to get transported from one country to another? I hadn’t travelled internationally enough to know all the rules, but I knew one thing for certain, they would have needed my passport to get me here.“Okay...