LOGIN“A male?” Gideon asks as he steps forward to close the van doors. I’m a little shocked when he pulls a key from his jeans and locks the door. Each time I’ve come here, the doors have been opened, does he really come and lock it each evening and open it up each day? Maybe my secret time alone hasn’t been all that secret after all. “The only guy to come through the Academy. I don’t know what he looks like or who he is; all I know is that when he’s finished cleaning up after a failed job, I’ve felt sick to my stomach.” I shudder as I remember the last time I went back to see the damage the Judge did. I saw a woman literally ripped in half. I’ve done some gruesome kills but never anything like that. I remember not understanding where the guts ended and the blood began. I spent two hours stacking the bodies and burning them so that the area could be inhabited again but once i was done, I found more bodies and I just gave up. “You said it was all females; I’ve been working on looking for
Gideon is ignoring me, which was annoying at first but after the first day I started to use it to my advantage, it didn’t take me long to realise that because I’m human, I’m invisible to the Pack. The people outside of the enforcers don’t see me as a threat so they just refuse to see me at all, it's allowed me to explore when I’m not training, which is how I found my van. It was hidden away under a massive weeping willow tree. I’ve been spending my afternoons in here, which hasn’t been all that bad. Each time I close myself into the cold metal, I remember the freedom I had on the road. I know I’m doing the right thing for the first time in my life but I’m bored out of my mind. I tried flirting with Low but he turned me down cold. Dutton has completely vanished and GIdeon seems to have lost all interest. I don’t want to be all about the sex but a girl has needs and without someone fun to play with, I’m finding myself with a deep itch I can’t seem to get rid of. That's why I’ve been hid
I’m ignoring Elle; it's been three days since we buried James and Marc. I have done everything I can not to be alone with Elle and her tempting scent. I know she’s been training with the enforcers and from the way the guys have been talking about her, it's going well. Low seems to be working out as well; my life is running smoother than it ever has, which has only left me with more time to sit and think about Elle as well as how to punish Phelan and Dutton. Both males have been giving me a wide berth, but each time I’ve seen them, I do nothing but glare. “Alpha, do you have a minute?” Brandon’s knock and rough voice pulls me from thoughts of Elle and beating on my newest Pack doctor. “Aye, come in.” I grunt as I reach for my coffee; it went cold about an hour ago but Elle is in the kitchen with my mother so I’m making do with what I have. Brandon quickly steps into the office and closes the door behind him, which means whatever he has to say is important and requires my full attenti
The funeral is perfect, well, as perfect as burying two friends can be. I panicked a little when everyone started staring at Elle but a quick word with Low and he handled everything perfectly, maybe my father was right about us being a perfect fit for eachother. Now I’m alone with the enforcers with a beer in one hand and a whisky bottle in the other, the enforcers have their own way of saying goodbye and it's going to give me the perfect opening to speak with them. “Marc.” I say softly as I lift the whisky bottle. as each enforcer echoes me, I tip the bottle up and empty the contents over the freshly dug earth. The enforcers each down the beer in their hands and soon enough we’re just a group of guys holding empty bottles. I down my own beer quickly; I hate beer but this is a tradition which was formed long before I was Alpha. “What now, Alpha?” One of the guys calls from the back of the group; it's a natural question but not an easy one to handle. I debated calling Brandon back in
I’m really confused about what I’m seeing. I spent the morning baking with Flora and now I’m standing at the back of a crowd watching two wooden boxes being lowered into the ground. Desmond has said some lovely things but completely pointless; the men are dead, they don’t care what's being said or who is here to witness their bodies being left to rot. At the Academy we burn our dead; when I kill a man, the body is left and I never think of it again. I’ve never seen someone buried like this; it seems weird and I’m not fully understanding the purpose. “You look uncomfortable.” I jump a little when the rough voice sounds just behind me; it's hard for people to sneak up on me but this guy has managed it. I look slightly over my shoulder to see it's Winslow. He’s wearing a shirt and a clean pair of jeans but that doesn’t take away from the rough edge he seems to carry with him. “Shouldn’t you be in a cage?” I ask him quietly; no one is paying me any attention and that's the way I want to
“It's quite the pickle; I don’t even know how I would have handled this if I were still Alpha.” My father says softly after I get done telling him everything that happened in the woods. I can feel his grief from losing James; he knew my Beta on a level I never did, it was only lack of options that meant James kept the role when I finally took over. Usually an Alpha and Beta grow up together but the lowered birthrate has made things take a different direction. “Lexie wants me to accept Winslow as my new Beta but I don’t think I can do it.” I sigh as I lean back in my chair. “He’s a rogue; he saw his Pack die and now he wants to slide into this Pack like nothing happened.” My father is shaking his head before I even finish speaking. I love that I still have my father to talk to; he didn’t have this when he was Alpha but he also didn’t have half of the problems I’ve got. “Back in the day, an Alpha and Beta were said to share a bond that nothing compared to; some even suggested it was s
The sounds of trees rustling and bugs crawling across the ground give way to complete silence; it's the unnatural kind of silence that tells me the area has been cleared of anyone who could give away where I am. The chains rattle with every step I take. Phelan is at my back and the other two guys a
“Why are you going this way?” The guy in charge asks, after hours of silence, I’ve not been too worried about them not talking though; it's allowed me to keep track of the turns and how long we’ve travelled straight. I’m pretty sure I can get back to the Collector’s shop if I need to. It would take
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
“She’s got a small arsenal back here.” James, my Beta, calls from the back of the van. My enforcers are dragging the hot blonde towards the truck but I can see her eyes are still slightly open and her body is just a bit too tense for her to be out cold. This female is just like the blonde I found i







