Angelina's POVFather and I were more or less forgotten outside for the night.We heard the wolves had their run in the woods and we heard the distinctive howl of the biggest one. Like a lead singer who directed the voice of all the others.My father and I watched as the body of the witch caught fire as soon as the rays of the moon touched it.I could almost hear screams coming out from those flames, and I would have felt pity for the soul that was being extinguished, but I knew all the things she had done.I was aware of how she had deprived another woman of the joy of having kids and I knew of how she had practiced her infernal magic in a wolf pack for almost two hundred years.Her magic was what kept her alive. Her magic was what made the pack remain so low in population and her magic was what gave her the power to forge alliances with people like Marco and continue their streak of evil.Her magic wasn't needed anymore. The world was better off without it.I turned my head to see m
Winston's POVAngelina slept for five days.In the space of those days, we had her father and her friend buried.I quite liked Leslie, she seemed to know a bit more about werewolves than her friend did, and if all Angelina had told me about her was true, then she would have loved to see the wolves herself.She would have loved to see us transform and she would have loved to see us run. She would have wanted to see the borders and she would have loved to see where the sea went to.She would have loved to know about the creatures she read so much about, but she didn't get the chance to.I still couldn't understand how Marco had managed to get to them so quickly. Angelina had said they would take one of the secret passageways Ella had shown her.Only the omegas knew of those passages, and seeing as one of them attacked me, I would say one of them had been in league with Marco too.After I had led the wolves on the run, I came back to meet Angelina passed out on the floor, her father dead
Angelina's POVI would take an alien invasion over Mondays, any day.Mondays were the worst thing to ever happen to humanity. I couldn’t think of anything worse than a Monday.First of all, I have to be up by 4 am to walk my neighbor’s dog just to earn enough money to take the bus then I have to get ready for a stupid class that I didn’t even like and to top it off my best friend Leslie wasn’t done getting ready for the class which means I was going to be late. “Leslie, get your ass out here now,” I yelled and I heard shuffling before she finally rushed out of the dorm. “Calm your tits, Allie,” she fake scolded as she threw her bag into the back seat, “I haven’t even done my makeup yet.”Leslie would be a woodland fairy if they existed. She had light brown hair that was always pulled into a high ponytail and it bounced across her shoulder blades when she runs. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of amber and she was really short, only reaching 5’2. She also had this obsession wi
Angelina's POVThere was a loud thump resonating in my skull and I let out a groan as I raised my hand to my head.I heard clinking and squinted my eyes open to check for the source and I gasped when I realized there were chains on my hands.I sat up quickly and took in the dirty cell I was sitting in. It was black with cement walls and it reeks of piss. It was completely dark except for a small window too high to reach that allowed a little light to come in, but it didn’t help the fact that half of the cell was drenched in darkness.The thoughts slammed into me at full force and I remembered the men who grabbed me at school and held a cloth to my mouth while in the car so I wouldn’t remember the way or draw attention to them.I drew my legs to my chest to help with the coldness of the cell and mentally cursed myself for not wearing a jacket earlier.I felt a prickle at the back of my neck that let me know someone was watching me and I tried to peer into the shadows but it was too da
Angelina's POVI lost count after ten but soon after that, they stopped long enough to get me a plate of cheese and bread and a glass of water.“Eat up, human,” one of them teased, “With an attitude like that you’re going to need your strength.” “With a face like that you’re going to need a miracle,” I spat back, chiding myself not to cry as he moved closer to me with a growl but the second guy held him back.“She’s just being a bitch, Joe,” he tried to calm the first guy down, “Relax,” “That’s funny, coming from the guys who had to gang up on an eighteen-year-old girl just to beat her,” I scoffed, “Three against one isn’t great odds.”“I don’t think we beat enough respect into her, Rider” the one I now know is Joe said as he pulled the food away, “Every single disrespectful word you say is another whipping.”The whip landed on my back again and I arched it with a groan.By the time they were done my voice was hoarse from screaming and I had tears and snot free falli
Angelina's POV“I’m ready for you in my sleep,” I said with a stubborn lift of my chin so they wouldn’t see my fear but they just smirked at me. “Do you know what fear smells like?” Baxter asked out of the blue but I refused to look at him. “Do you?”“No one can smell emotions,” I said simply, “I’m not going to entertain your hypothetical topics.” “I guess you’re wrong, human because I can smell them,” he took a long whiff, “Fear smells musty and cold; almost like this cell, you’re in. It has a tangy reek to it and not many like it but it’s my favorite scent on you.”“Are you done trying to bore me to death with your Shakespearian nonsense?” “You won’t be calling it nonsense soon.”They made their way over to me and the third guy whose name was Joe grabbed my hands but before he get a full grip of them, I slapped him hard across the face.His face flamed red and he grabbed my neck and squeezed it tight. I clawed at his arms trying to get him to let me go but even t
Angelina's POVI wrapped the sorry excuse of a blanket around my body and although it did little help with the cold, it wasn't enough to cover all my important bits. My legs were still out but at least no one was going to get an eyeful of my black lingerie. It is a bit scratchy but beggars can’t be choosers and I’d take this over being naked any day.I heard shuffling and the clanking of chains then I saw Alpha dragging my father in with chains around his arms and legs.He looked thinner than I remembered and his salt and pepper hair and beard had grown out and were dirty and tangled as if they hadn’t been brushed in years, his eyes that were the same soft brown as mine looked unfocused. He was shivering and he had a few marks across his skin; some looked like they were old while some looked more recent. I felt my blood boil over.“What did you do to him?” I demanded with a scream. “Not half as much as he deserves,” the Alpha replies without remorse.“You’re a monster,” I sp
Winston POVMy fist slammed the desk in front of me suddenly, startling Macho. I've been acting unknowingly these days. It's only luck that the murderers of my wife aren't dead. I want nothing more than to squeeze the life out of them."Easy, Alpha. Take it easy," Macho said softly, bringing me back to the mundane world."Easy?" My thick voice ripped through the air and left a lingering sensation around. It echoed again and I felt satisfied by the effect. "You want me to take it easy? Do you even hear yourself? I'm supposed to take it easy with those people after killing my wife?" I muttered and turned around quickly. I tried to control my emotions as I have always done whenever I visit that stinking cell that scented like her or like her father. "No!" He responded, and went silent as if he was thinking of what to say. "I'm not telling you to take it easy with them. I'm telling you to take it easy with yourself," he explained. "You are going to hurt yourself if you keep this up," he