LOGINIt takes me about an hour to work my way through all of the bags. Flora has brought everything she can think of to keep me comfortable and keep the baby safe; she’s even remembered my little pink pills. I know I should be thankful but all the pills tell me is that I’m not getting out of here anytime soon. Low is leaving me down here. A small part of me understands what he’s doing; he can’t trust me and he needs to keep me safe because of the life inside of me but there's an even bigger part of me that is just pissed off. It's been years since someone managed to lock me down like this and I’m pissed that Low is the one to do this. “Stop thinkin’ so hard; I’m tryin’ to sleep.” Dutton’s loud growl interrupts my thoughts about Low and how betrayed I feel. I let out a heavy sigh and drop the pills onto the small pile of blankets before curling myself under the one from Gideon’s bed; I almost forgot Dutton was down here with me. “Fuck off, perv," I whisper back. I know he hears me because
Footsteps on the concrete floor draw my attention away from the empty cell. I’ve been trying to distract myself but there isn’t much to do down here except listen to Dutton complain about his wounds. I’ve heard children complain less than this grown man; he keeps shouting about infection and blood loss but if he were really dying, he wouldn’t be shouting quite so much. “Move out of my way or I will put you on your ass.” I smile into the darkness as Flora’s voice reaches my ears. “I might not be Luna anymore but my son is the Alpha and how do you think he’s going to react when he learns his pregnant mate is locked in a cell without a proper place to lay her head?” I have to press my lips together to stop myself from laughing; Flora is a secret badass and I’m kind of loving it. “Mama Flora, she’s not a prisoner; she’s just in there to keep her from leaving the Pack. Beta Low is already sorting out a bed and stuff to take down there.” I don’t recognise the voice of the enforcer on guar
Elle has a wolf. I have no idea how it's happened or why now but the only way our minds can conjoin like that is if she has a wolf to connect with mine. Only a fated Alpha and Luna can connect via dreams; it's usually done when distance puts the fated mates apart, like how Elle and I are now. I’m still in the Academy but I’m in some rundown building outside of where I was being held. My wolf managed to get me out by taking the Master’s life but the rest of the building seemed to be empty, part of me is glad I didn’t have to take anymore lives but there's a small part of me that wants to burn this place to the ground. “I’m telling you he’s here somewhere.” I hear the voice just outside of the building I’m hiding in. Elle tried to heal me in the dream but it's not done much for my physical body; it's going to take time before I can shift again, which means I’m stuck here for the time being. The cobwebs on the walls and the broken windows make me hopeful that I will get the time I need t
“Low, you can’t just leave me in here!” I scream as the Pack Beta locks the cell door and starts to walk away from me; he completely ignores me as he walks out of my line of sight. I grab the cell doors with my hands and try to shake them but these are designed for shifters; I can practically feel the cold steel laughing at me as I try to make it move. They’ve been embedded into the floor and ceiling so there is no way I’m ever going to move them with sheer force. I don’t have anyone to give me a key either; I’m completely alone. Locked in the dark and left to do nothing but wonder what is happening in the Pack. Gideon and the pups are waiting for me to save them and none of them know that I physically can’t get to them. Pain weighs heavy in my chest; I scream, cry and pace but no matter what I do, no one comes to my aid. This is worse than any punishment the Academy ever gave me. I feel like I’ve been betrayed by people I was trying to protect; it hurts more than any bullet or knife
I’m losing all sense of time; even my wolf is struggling to keep up thanks to the pain being inflicted on a regular basis. I was given some water a while ago, but food has been nothing more than a bite of a sandwich here or a piece of rotting fruit there. I can’t shift, I can’t escape and I can’t feel my arms at all. My blood is dripping onto the concrete floor thanks to the fresh stab wound just above my hip, the Master is sitting in a chair just beyond the light; I can see him well enough to see he’s barely paying me any attention. He brought his goon for the first time the other day; he’s beaten me senseless multiple times and the sessions always end the same way: give him the bunker and he will allow the Pack to live in a single sector. It's not something I can accept. The Pack is perfectly placed next to a clean water source and with enough space for our farm, its also isolated enough that no one bothers us. I have too many people depending on me to give up all of our land just t
Phelan’s wolf lets out a pitiful whine as I listen to Low’s wolf charging through the trees. I start to follow him when I feel two strong hands grip me in place.“Don’t.” Ghost growls in my ear. He applies just enough pressure to my shoulders that my knees buckle and I drop to the forest floor. I feel the damp from the mud soaking into my jeans and the pain from my injury radiating up my leg. I struggle against Ghost’s grip, but he’s holding onto me with a strength I wasn’t aware he had. “Urgh, I don’t need a man to fight my battles, and you guys have pissed me off enough to last an entire year.” I push Ghost off me by rocking my body from side to side like I’m going to pass out; Ghost does exactly what I expected and lets me go in his attempt to catch me. I jump to my feet with trained speed and start running before Ghost has even realised he’s been played. I hear him curse behind me but I don’t look back. I rush past the injured wolf without giving him a second glance. I can hear a
Octavia is out cold. I’ve tried calling out to her a few times but other than the odd mumble, I’ve not received a response. My cage is big enough that I can stand up; I can take several steps to the side before hitting the bars and there is a small cot towards the back along with a bucket I’m sure
The run back to the Pack has the calming effect I was hoping for but I’m no clearer on what is happening or why. I stopped long enough to patrol the borders and catch a fox to fill my wolf but I couldn’t allow myself to procrastinate for long. Knowing that the Pack has not one but two deadly female
These guys aren’t like any shifters I’ve ever met before. They’re organised, clean and have access to vehicles. I’ve killed a lot of shifters since I left The Academy and they have always been huddled in the dark, scared of their own shadows and the world at large. Other girls from The Academy see
All of them are looking at the door; they know I’m here so there is no escaping what is waiting for me. Good job I was raised to be a big girl. I heft up my knife and pull the door open; the sweet scent of shifters washes over me as I step out into the dusty parking lot. I scan each man looking for







