Novels by arigatomedpen

Caleb's POV ~I crack an eyelid open only to hiss and slap a hand over my face immediately. A sharp beam of light already pierce through the gap in the curtains and is stabbing directly into my pupil. My head feels heavy but I sit up and swiftly look over at the small bed in the corner. Zane is nowhere to be found. The sheets are pulled up neat which means he’s been up for a long time.Is Zane avoiding us?I assume it's just because Cade told Zane we have our scary bone-breaking training today.Zane looks like he’d break if a strong wind hit him, so I bet he’s hiding in the library or the woods.I find it strange that I care about a boy like him. I’ve never felt this way about anyone at the other academies. For some reason, I want to protect him.Every time he looks at me with those wide doe-like eyes, I feel like I should be standing in front of him and offering him a shoulder to cry on.Great. Just great…I’m lowkey starting to question my sexuality. Something tells me this isn't n

Zena's POV "What do you think you’re doing, pimple face? Stay away from my roomie, or I’ll make sure to pop those little bumps off your face myself." Cade steps in like a hero from a movie. He doesn’t even look at me, but he stands so close I can smell the pine scent coming from his body. I flinch for a second, blinking to confirm this isn’t a dream. The mean twin is actually helping the person he calls a caveman? My heart beats against my ribs dangerously and I don't have time to process what’s happening. I only see the red face of the boy standing over me. His eyes are wide with sudden fear because Cade looks like he's really about to bite someone’s head off. The bully’s hand stays midair before he drops it, looking Cade up and down in defeat. He takes a small step back. The two look similar in stature, but Cade is taller and with Caleb standing behind him, they look like a force to be reckoned with. "Did you call your two bodyguards to fight for you, little winnie

Zena's POV I make it into my dorm room and lean against the wood while I breathe in the smell of old dust and the twins' sharp pine scent. Feeling exhausted, I scramble toward my bed and pull the curtains shut so I can change into the pad with shaking fingers. Phew! I really do need to find a way of making money soon or I am going to get caught. If I continue like this with no supplies or clothes then my secret will be revealed to the world and I would be thrown out as a rogue. ‘Maybe you can teach some of those fighting skills you learnt years back,’ Skye suggests in my mind, but I shake my head because I know it won't be possible to do that here. All of them in this school are strong future Alphas with muscles like rocks and I am just a girl who has stopped practicing for months. They would probably beat me in a one-on-one fight and laugh while they do it because I am tiny and my bones feel like glass compared to theirs. But in academies for werewolves, fighting shouldn'

Zena's POV The brown water swirls down the hole and it leaves a dark ring on the white tub for a second. Thankfully the soap is strong and it makes the surface look like new again. I lean my head back on the cold edge because I never saw a bathroom this big. I can't help but wonder if Marcus’s family has a mountain of gold to afford this much luxury in a school like this. Back in the Nightstorm pack, the floors are always cold and I am never allowed to use the water inside the house. I always have to wait for the sky to open up and rain just to wash the dirt off my skin. Sometimes I sneak into the shed when everyone is sleeping and I count to five while the cold water hits me, because if I stay longer they will hear me and beat me until I can't walk. The memory of the rain feels like ice on my soul and I sit in the hot bubbles while the steam fills the air. My eyes start to sting while I sit there and the water feels too hot, but I squeeze my lids shut. My jaw is tight en

Zena's POV The two men standing in front of me look like they walked out of a fancy magazine. I once read a book about super werewolves. Rich, powerful, handsome, and sexy. They have all the characteristics and exude the aura of strong Alphas too. For a second, my throat goes dry. It isn’t their faces. Yeah, they are handsome, but that isn’t what makes my stomach flip. It is the way they look like carbon copies of each other. Twins, no doubt. They have the same sharp jaws and the same dark hair. Then Skye loses it. She goes crazy inside my head, howling, jumping, and screaming. I can’t even hear myself think. Mate, mate, mate! she yells. I press my hand to my chest. The bond hits me like a truck. I can feel it reaching out toward both of them. Both. Oh no! The first twin sees me standing there like a dummy. His eyebrow goes up with what looks like disdain and amusement. He walks past me and sits on the bed closest to the window. “Great,” he says. His voice is loud. “Last y

Zena's POV Being a rogue means no pack, protection, or even rights. Rogue means anyone can kill me on sight and face no consequences.I make up my mind to survive outside the pack grounds at all cost. I don't remember leaving, nor do I remember the guards shoving me forward, nor the gate slamming behind me. I just remember running. We're alive, Skye whispers. It is the only comfort she can offer. I must have slept, because I wake to howls. My legs won’t stop shaking. I run again. Through forests, across roads, through small towns where I steal bread from dumpsters and water from garden hoses. The howls never stop. Three days. I run for three days straight, sleeping under dried leaves and eating nothing. I only survive on the water I drink from the dirty puddles. On the fourth night, I stumble out of the woods onto a paved road. My legs give out. I collapse on the ground with shaky breaths. The howls are closer now. They must have found my trail again. Get up, Skye urges. G