My hand came gingerly to rest over my chest. Alpha Morax was silent, watching my movements. I took a deep breath. "I can't speak for Elijah, but... I want to stay here." Alpha Morax looked taken aback, but for me, the answer was simple. Even though the truth behind Timmy had come out, it only made me feel like he needed my support that much more. And after everything that had happened, it wasn't like we had anywhere else to go. There was no telling where else our father had attacked, which clans could be trusted or not. And even the idea of other sections of his pack felt unappealing, while Morax would still be a part of them, Timmy and him would be here, in the center. Another attack could happen at any time, and being ignorant on the sidelines wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to know the truth. Behind my father's actions, the artifacts. And as my gaze swept over Morax's rigid features and strong jawline, I realized I wanted to know what made the Alpha tick too. I nodded, reaffir
Oh, that hurt. My hands shot up to rub at my throbbing skull. Hot streaks of embarrassment were shooting across the insides of my chest. I didn't want to look up and see Morax's face at my backward swan dive, but fate wasn't kind to me. No, it seemed like it actually liked to mock me. It took one look at me and went, look it's Robin Mayas, the personal punching bag!"...What are you doing, little wolf?" This is exactly why I should have been prepared for Morax's gold eyes to come into view. His face was dripping with confusion and he looked so perplexed, that it only made me feel like an idiot. "I was... practicing my...escape methods?" I tried, but I knew it sounded lame. The Alpha's brows shot up, and I wished he'd stop staring at me like I had grown a second head. "Your escape methods involve bashing your brain cells out? Alright then, I suppose you see something new every day." He commented dryly, and my face colored. "It's called a distraction leap.""Ah." He said slow
It was so still in the hallway, I couldn't help but wonder where all the nurses were. Stark white painted the walls, the building a different material than the rest. It was made of some stone and plaster mix, and as I stared out at the room at the end of the hall, I shuddered. It was suffocating in here, surrounded by all the white. But I pressed on, the sound of my boots loud as they hit the floor. I didn't see anyone except an older omega who had given me directions. If he was in such a critical condition, shouldn't some nurses be nearby? Before I knew it, I had arrived at the door. I was still sweaty from morning training, I was also flushed from my heated discussion with Elijah about the events that happened while he was locked away. I took a second to make myself look more presentable. Then, with a deep breath, I knocked twice. I tried to quell my nerves. It was weird seeing him after my odd dream of him and Alpha Morax. I had a dream they were fighting, and I had been
I think what made it worse... was that I knew he wasn't wrong. No matter how much I denied it, the social structure of a Beta had been tested. It was one of the sure bets of loyalty I had always believed in. A Beta stood by his Alpha, it was an ingrained fact, a truth as simple as mates. Betrayal was something no one thought of.Especially not when you were raised as a beta's daughter, one of the more privileged in the pack. But with the act of my father, how could I confidently say no other Beta would turn their back on their pack? In the end, our wolves' nature was strong. But we were part human too. We were Individual people who lived in families of likewise supernatural creatures. Humans didn't believe we existed, we stayed in the forest among our own. I think sometimes, those truths were forgotten. And as I turned to look at the window Miqella was staring at with such fierce hatred in his eyes, I was surprised to feel my chest tighten. I wasn't sure if I felt upset because of
"Your aim isn't steady. If you're going to shoot, then shoot to kill." Miqella lectured. We were both in the middle of the forest, and it was strange looking out at another pack that was blissfully unaware of our existence. Everything looked peaceful enough, but we smelt the residue of gunpowder in their barrels, along with the soldiers who carried swords and spears. Alpha Morax had briefed us, or I'm assuming me, on his ongoing feud with the Alpha of the Clearwater pack. Right now, tensions were running high. And we were only going to make them worse. Provisions were running slim, a harsh consequence of Morax's bad position in the council's favor. And so, we were sent to 'fix it'. It brought the looming truth of death much closer to home. "I'll focus more next time." I amended. Spotting the sack of flour I had narrowly missed sitting innocently above a guard. I was lucky he was fast asleep, or else my misguided arrow would have ended very badly. "Hmph." That was all he said. B
"My powers? Are you asking me to shift? How will that help me if I'm stuck in my human form for any reason?" I didn't dare move from his hold, my breathing shallow as I pushed back the odd feelings his scent gave me. His hands were warm on my hips, and the sensation sent twisted nerves up into my gut. The way he was whispering in my ear wasn't helping. "You know that isn't what I meant." "Then, what are you talking about?" I asked innocently, playing dumb.I knew he was bringing up what he mentioned so long ago, and I had been hoping it had been a fluke. It was a stupid hope though, I knew Morax well enough by now. He didn't say things without meaning and barely spoke without a double entendre in his words. While Miqella was snarky, he was blunt. The Alpha always spoke like he had two more things to say, but only felt bothered to say what he wanted at the time. Alpha Morax's fingers finally slipped off my waist, and I peeked back at him. He was charming as he stood there, a half
Do you know those moments in life, where you question everything about yourself? Your choices, your actions, if you were the villain or the hero? Right now, I was having one of those moments. As blood caked the earth, I had no idea where I stood. Just that I kept firing, my aim staying true as it fletched right into an enemy soldier's left eye. I grimaced as he stopped mid-shift, falling to the earth as my arrow pushed further into his skull from the impact. "Nice shot, Robin!" Another of the human-formed warriors praised, his spear finding a different one. But as I looked out at the carnage, claws of grief gripped my heart. It held fast when I turned away, forcing myself to focus on the enemy. In the center of the pack we just stole from, the wolves were clashing. Our best shifters were entangled in a dance with theirs. Blood and snarls ripped through the battlefield. And as any werewolves who hadn't shifted emerged, I was ordered to pick them off. I was providing support for
A/N: IMPORTANT triggering scene may be ahead. Dangerous scene ahead, as well as *attempted* sexual nature. If this will trigger you, feel free to skip to the end of the chapter. ----------------- End Note. "Hey, Robin? Where are you?" I flinched when my ears picked up the faint sound of Elijah looking for me. But I only stilled when the large man's palm covered my mouth. His large palms came up to eclipse my nose too. His eyes bored into mine. "Be quiet, if he comes this way, I'll kill him." He wasn't smiling anymore. "Signal him away. Try anything funny and I won't just kill you." There was something sadistic about him, and I felt uncomfortable to feel his body press against mine. I didn't want to know what that meant at all. Keeping my composure, I stared back at him. Elijah was strong. So strong. But the man in front of me knew where he was, while my brother would be walking in blind. And if he took a blind shot, Elijah wouldn't even have a chance to try and fight. He'd be