LOGINThree floors down and this building just keeps going. I never knew the Academy had rooms down here, let alone an entire infrastructure. Gideon not seeing the homes of the humans while he was held captive makes sense now; they aren’t living in the world, they’re living under it. Considering fires are still burning, beds are still warm to the touch and the food on the tables looks kind of fresh, I’m going to guess this place was cleared out only minutes before we attacked. ‘Why live in a concrete coffin when you can be under the stars?’ Gideon growls, I have no answer for him because I don’t understand it myself. I never knew there was an entire civilisation, just floors under my feet, and honestly it's making me question just how aware I actually am. ‘They have kids down here.’ I whisper to Gideon as I jerk my gun towards a wall covered in little chalk flowers; it's like someone has tried to create a small garden for the children to play in. I wonder if they ever get to go outside or
Pulling my wolf back feels good; this entire place feels like a concrete grave, and my wolf has no business being out in this place. The blood soaking the walls and floor only adds to the strange scent of death that seems to cling to everything. Elle is looking at me with an annoyed expression on her face, but I ignore her as I make my way to the first filing cabinet. When the dead male mentioned the Master going by the name Shane, something clicked in the back of my mind, and now I need to know if I’m right. The Dark Moon Pack might have been in bed with the Academy a hell of a lot longer than I thought. “What are you doing?” Elle hisses, and she steps over the body so she can press herself against my side. “We need to look for our son, not look at paperwork.” I know she’s right, but I need answers for the Pack. I’m the Alpha first and a father second. My son will always be important to me, but when he’s older, he will understand why I’ve paused for a few minutes. “When you first s
The Academy is different now that my senses are heightened. The empty halls that seemed so big when I was younger now feel suffocating, and I can smell the blood that has been spilt here, everything has been cleaned, but I swear I can smell layer upon layer of blood. Gideon’s wolf is doing his best to stay beside me, but the hall is so thin that he’s forced behind more often than not. The hall is lined with open doorways; the doors were removed long before I was born. Privacy was a luxury in this place. Each room is lined with six beds, each one used to hold a girl in a different stage of training. I know there are forty-two beds without counting, and I know the last room on the left holds my old bunk. ‘That was my room.’ I tell Gideon, I pause outside of the room, and despite my better judgement, I slowly walk in. My gun is held up, ready for anyone who might attack, but my newly found shifter senses tell me we’re completely alone; I can’t hear anything or anyone. It's like the plac
“We don’t need supplies; we need to just go and kill the bastards. It's pretty easy actually; we storm in and kill anything that moves.” I’m pacing in front of the campfire as Gideon, Low and Ghost are preparing to shift. The man claiming to be my father has run off somewhere, and the two white wolves are still standing guard. I haven’t seen either of them rest or even shift back for a glass of water; it's like they have a job, and until it's done, everything else just falls away. “Your father has gone to get you some weapons; now that you’re here, I can shift, and you can stay on two feet.” Gideon explains again; he slowly stands up from beside the fire and walks over to me so he can place his hands on my shoulders. "You're better with a gun, and you know it. Just take a few deep breaths; soon our son will be back in your arms.” He presses a kiss against my forehead just as a cough sounds from behind me. I take my time to soak in my mate's kindness before finally shrugging out of hi
I’m exhausted, but I can’t stop. Stopping means my pup will get further away from me, and the Academy will have more time to hide him. Stopping isn’t an option, and my body just needs to understand that. I can feel my muscles feel like two pieces of sandpaper being rubbed together in an attempt to make a fire, my stomach is growling, and there’s a strange pulling sensation that happens everytime my wolf leaps or runs just a little too fast. I’m slowing down, and no amount of pushing is making me speed up. I was running just ahead of Gideon and the man claiming to be my father; their wolves keep looking back as if checking on me, Gideon is sweet to keep me in his eyesight, but the white wolf is just pissing me off. I know it's because my nerves are frayed and I’m on edge, but each time his yellow eyes land on me, I feel like clawing his damn face off. The man has been AWOL for my entire life, and suddenly he’s so concerned with my safety that he’s checking on me every few minutes. ‘Gi
My father. Did I hear Gideon right? No way this massive man is my father. I mean, logically, I know someone had to fuck the woman who birthed me, but I never thought I would meet him. I’ve never given him much thought; when I was younger I used to wonder about my mother and why she gave me to the Academy, but I never once thought about my father; my young mind just couldn’t understand how two parents could let me go so easily. I know now that it wasn’t as clean as all that, but if this mountain man were my father, then he could have fought for me. He’s almost double the size of Gideon, and if it wasn’t for the few grey hairs at his temple, I could almost believe he was the same age as Gideon. He could have fought for me, which means he chose to walk away before I was torn away from the woman who birthed me. ‘No, he’s not my father.’ I growl at Gideon. I’m lying on the ground, looking up at the group of men and wolves with my oversensitive yellow eyes. “She doesn’t believe you’re her
“Lie on the bed; if you touch me, I will kick you out and find someone else.” I growl as I pull the shirt over my body so he can see my heavy breasts without anything in the way. He has the same reaction as every other man. His eyes go wide, his pupils dilate and his cock juts up to smack against t
I glance left and right to make sure I’m not being watched before pushing into the room. I’m not sure what I expected but even for a rest stop, this place is bare. A double bed with a ratty sheet, a mirror over a sink, a cracked toilet with no seat to protect me from the cold and a showerhead that'
I manage to get a few hours of sleep before the sun shining through the windscreen of my van becomes too much. The summer months are killing my bottom line; I’m being forced into finding shelter more and more, which is exposing me to the more seedy underbelly of our world. The nearest rest stop to
“Target eliminated. No witnesses. Leaving the area.” I speak into the little mic and the computer types out the message while I break down my gun. The man I just killed was the head of a major crime family; I need to get out of this area before his men realise where the shot came from. I’m not in a







