Claire tossed and turned on her bed, it was exactly 12:00am on the dot. She clutched her stomach tightly, fighting back a groan as she felt a deep insatiable hunger in the pit of her belly. She knows what this means, it was a familiar feeling she felt every full moon. What made it different was when she was in the Night Walker Pack, she didn't wait this long to feed it. As soon as the full moon comes out, she's already out for a feed. But in this case, it was different. After Robert had told on Claire and Elena, her mates were beginning to lose their trust in her. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere without their permission. At this moment, she really wished she was at her former pack, things would have been more easier. She felt her gums begin to itch as her teeth elongate into fangs and her fingers grew longer. She gasped as her skin became pale white and her eyes turned a deep shade of black. Her sense of hearing became high and she could hear the bloodstreams of the people in the
“Do you want to come with us to the pack house today?”Claire looked up from her plate of food, turning her gaze to Callan. He was putting on a white shirt and blue jeans, while Cameron was wearing a black shirt and black jeans. In conclusion, they looked mouthwatering. They had been ignoring her for the past few days, leaving the house before she gets up in the morning and returning very late at night when she had already fallen asleep. It had been hell staying locked up in a mansion with a grumpy ass bodyguard, who didn't as much as say a word to her. But, luckily she had found a library on her tour of the mansion and that place quickly became her second room. She loves history, the mystery of her being had always fascinated her in some cases (when she wasn't bloodthirsty), she would always visit the library and read books about hybrids. Though they were tattered and worn out, because of many years of not been in use, she would always patch them up as much as she could. Werewolve
About fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the pack house. Claire walked side by side with Callan and Cameron. As we walked by, they were laughing, chatting, and socializing with each other. But as soon as they saw their Alphas, they immediately bow their heads in respect. Some people gave her odd looks and she could hear their whispering saying, 'Who is she?' 'Why is she with the Alphas?' or 'she's a redhead, pretty lil thing.'Her mates took hold of her hand and walked her into the building. The house was busy and noisy. Pups were running around as their mothers yelled at them not to run too fast. She caught sight of Elena and her mouth immediately formed into a smile. She was talking to her mate and they seemed to be arguing about something, judging by the way Elena scowled at him as he said something to her. They always seem to be in an argument whenever she sees them. She was slightly worried about Elena's strained relationship with her mate. Though, Claire didn't have the b
(THE MEETING ROOM) “Three pack members were killed by vampires yesterday.” Xavier announced. “They went to the human city and didn't return before sunset. Drained their blood and cut their head off.” Cameron balled his hands into fists staring coldly at their pack subjects. 'Do you think it's him?' Callan asked telepathically, blocking the other pack subjects from reading their thoughts. 'I know it's him.' Cameron confirmed. 'He's vowed to kill any wolf that crosses his path after what happened. He's out for revenge.' The gamma and beta looked at each other with uncertainty. They knew their Alphas were communicating telepathically, as they stared into space. A few seconds later, Callan turned to Xavier. “Any update about Oculus?” “We saw traces of blood and a human's bracelet in the human border a few days ago. It was the blood of a human. But there were no traces of a body. Only this bracelet.” He brought out a small thick transparent bag containing a silver bracelet. Were
“We killed him.” What?She jumped out of the couch, staring at them with wide eyes. “Y-you killed your father?” They nodded nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. “We did. And before you judge, he deserved it and more.”Calming her ragged breaths, she asked. “What did he do?” Their jaws clenched at the question. “I don't want to talk about it.” Cameron said, eyeing Callan, in which the latter gave a stiff nod. Callan turned to her and plastered a fake grin on his face. “Can we forget about this and have some fun?! I'm so damn hungry!” He whined. “Of course.” Claire grumbled, she wanted to know why they killed their father, but she understood that they weren't ready to talk about it. She was going to let it be. For now. She plopped down on the couch beside Callan, Cameron took a seat on the other side of her and passed her a sandwich. She accepted it gracefully. “Let's watch a movie.” Callan suggested. “Hmm. Any suggestions?” She murmured while eating her sandwich. “Fifty shad
Cameron watched their little mate's sleeping form. Her soft features looked stress free, he wanted it to remain like that. The problems they were facing with rogues and vampires were increasing daily. And he was a hundred percent sure that they had gotten news of their mate. To them, she would be a pawn. Her life was in danger, but he would do anything to make sure their mate was safe. He wished he could give her the love and affection that she so much wanted. He's trying to be a better mate for her like Callan but it was so goddamn hard to start doing something you are not used to. He was never the kind of man to show affection, but he was willing to try for Claire's sake. He smoothed out the frown lines from her face, watching as she instinctively leaned into his touch. Her lips parted as she snored softly, it was a cute sight to behold. Callan chuckled at the opposite side of her. “It's really cute watching you with her, you know? I can't remember the last time you stared at som
NIGHT WALKER PACK. Alpha Darius paced back and forth in the dark woods. Why was the bastard not here yet? He had been in the woods for more than thirty minutes and there was still no sign of him. Had he backed out at the last minute? A few seconds later, he heard scrapes of dried leaves before a large wolf with red eyes emerged. He snarled in front of him, making him raise his hands in surrender silently telling him he meant no harm. After a few minutes of stare down, the rogue wolf finally went to the back of a tree where he shifted and wore a change of clothes. He didn't look any different from his wolf form. His eyes were still bright red, multiple scars marred his dangerous face. “Why did you send for me, Darius?” He stated, more than ask. Darius fist tightened at his utter disrespect but he didn't dare say a word. He needed his help, and he wasn't about to spoil that chance because of his pride. “I have something important to discuss with you, Theon.” Theon narrowed his
DARK MOON PACK. “Hey! You! What do you think you're doing?” The pack warrior scolded a boy who looked no older than seventeen years old. The teenage boy flinched at his tone, picking up speed as he sparred with a much older warrior, sweat dripped down his body. “Is he always that harsh?” Claire asked Elena who was standing next to me. Callan and Cameron had left early this morning for a meeting. She had woken up in her room and assumed either Cal or Cam had taken her to her room. She told her mates that she wanted to train with the other pack members but they blatantly refused before she could even finish talking. Claiming she was the future Luna and didn't need to train because they wouldn't let her be put in harm's way. If only they knew what she was capable of… A blush crawled up her cheeks as she thought about what they did last night. Her mates had dominated her and she was scared of how much she wanted them. She craved their touch so much. A hand lightly jabbed her elbow.