LOGINMarcus could smell the trouble. Despite being halfway across the city, he could tell many uninvited guests had made their way to the city. He'd never smelled so much magic before; the Lycan would have his work cut out for him. But if there was one person who could put the Sorcerer Clan in their place, it was the King of Werewolves. The reinforcement the Lycan had promised hadn't come, and no one at the Chicago Park estate had been picking up their calls. Marcus was forced to set out on his own. As a result, the search party was made up of an omega, a human, a weakened gamma, and an injured Beta. It couldn't get any worse, but it was better than nothing. "I've got nothing. All this magic is getting to my nose." Tori, the gamma who hadn't joined the rest of the Lycan's pack because she'd lost her ability to stay in her werewolf form for long, bit out bitterly. "You doing any better?" She turned to Marcus. He, in fact, was not. Marcus was in no shape to be outside, and he was beg
"Marcus?" Lexie's heart raced in her chest. He was here—awake—looking sickly but still standing. Lexie's brain short-circuited because she could do nothing but stare, her entire heart in her eyes. Luisa got her act together much quicker. "Are you crazy?" She rushed over to him, accidentally slapping his chest too hard. Marcus winced from the contact, and she sharply drew away her hand. "I'm sorry, but this just proved my voice." She spoke to him softly. "You just woke up, you should be resting, not going off on a mission. We can handle this on our own." "True, but the situation is time sensitive, isn't it? There is no better tracker on both American continents than me. The job would get going much faster if I were leading it." Luisa didn't look satisfied with his reasoning, so Marcus smiled down at her, chastely squeezing her shoulder. "Don't worry, I promise I won't do any heavy lifting. I'll have other wolves escorting me at all times." Lexie silently watched the exch
Could it be? Belinda looked even closer at the monstrosity that pushed at the metal bars of the cage, snarling and doing its best to break free. It bore no resemblance to her half-brother. Even in his full werewolf form, Paul hadn't looked as hideous as this monster. Could she be mistaken about its identity? Then she saw the eyes of the beast. It was the same rich brown shade she'd grown up with, and she knew for sure. "What did you do to him?" Belinda abruptly turned to the old man in the robe. "It's not much about what happened to him, but what he has accomplished." The man dreamily raised his eyes to the ceiling again. "Your brother gave up his soul for the greater good." What an utter load of bullshit. Even now, Belinda couldn't muster up sympathy for her stepbrother, but she knew him well enough. He would have NEVER agreed to the Sorcerer Clan's plan if he'd known what he was risking. They'd likely skipped the details and had used him. Turning back to the feral monster in
It had been so long since Belinda had driven a car that she'd forgotten how bad she was at it. She'd never taken the driver's license test, after all. However, how badly she drove was the least of her problems. The instant Belinda arrived at the Chicago Pack estate, she jumped out of the vehicle and raced to the gate. Something was off. It wasn't just that the gates were open, or that the night was eerily quiet for a location that was under attack. It was the strange black veil that was blocking her view of what was happening on the other side. Drawing closer, Belinda inspected it, but she didn't understand anything more than the fact it was definitely made with magic. It was the work of the Sorcerer Clan then.Slowly, she lightly touched a finger on the veil. Her finger passed right through. There was a moment of hesitation before Belinda took a step forward, pushing her body through the black veil. Just like her finger, she passed through without any hitch, and what she saw on the
Dr Monroe glanced at the screen at his side, then at the woman who was having her insides scanned. He repeated the process, and once he was satisfied with the result, he smiled down at her. "Everything is good, Mrs. De Lacey. Your babies are healthy and are developing at the expected pace." "It isn't Mrs. De Lacey yet. The Lycan and I aren't officially married." Looking down at her exposed belly, Belinda rubbed the little bump that had just begun to form. A smile automatically spread across her lips, as it always did when she thought of the two lives growing inside her. Yes, despite all the hardships she'd been put through, her babies were healthy. They only had to cross one more hurdle before they could finally achieve the happiness they wanted. However, it wasn't a small hurdle. "Thank you, doctor. I'll be on my way now." After packing her bags, Belinda headed to the driveway, where three of the Lycan's finest fighters were waiting for her. Draven had insisted she d
Belinda watched from backstage, hidden from the rest of the werewolves parking the large auditorium. Every non-minor member of the Chicago Pack was present, and it was a very rowdy event indeed. It was obvious they were all anxious. No doubt every wolf in the world had seen the announcement on the community forum made by the Lycan's official account. The Lycan himself wasn't present. He was occupied with preparations for war, but nobody doubted where he stood on the matter of appointment of the new alpha of the Chicago Pack. Belinda couldn't tell if the people's reaction was good or bad, but they definitely had a reaction. The noise did reduce as Derek came into view, climbing onto the stage. He'd healed a whole lot from his injuries, but he was still obviously weakened. Everyone waited for him to position himself, watching as he stood behind the microphone, his face pale and his expression serious. He had two other men behind him, two very old werewolves. Belinda thought it was pre
At first, when Belinda woke up, she was confused. Clutching the duvet to her chest, she sat up on the bed, taking a look around at her surroundings. It took a while for her to recognize the luxurious furniture, the painting on the wall, and the curtains. However, the familiarity of her bedroom didn'
Lexie sat on the bed, gazing down as her friend lay beside her, unconscious and helpless, with the duvet pulled up to her shoulders. Belinda's pale and flawless skin had always been one of her striking features, but her current pallor was all wrong. Her skin appeared pasty and damp, her lips had los
They heard him as he came down the hallway, his shoes an angry sound on the tiled floor. Instinctively, the members of the Knights & Co. managerial board sat up straighter in their seats, tidying up their outfits and arranging the documents on the large rectangular table. The double doors to the boa
Inserting the key into the keyhole, the police officer unlocked the heavy metal door to the cell. The door swung open with a loud creak, but he chose to stay outside to guard the entrance, while the visitor walked right in. On entering the small room, Derek looked around. The cell was said to be the







