Arabella stalked her prey silently, creeping further out of sight. With teeth bared, she saw her opportunity and took it. Arabella flew gracefully through the air, her attention focused squarely on the neck of the white wolf whose back was to her.
Her sharp teeth pierced Maeve’s skin like needles and the white wolf yelped in both surprise and pain.
Arabella’s paws had barely made contact with the ground when she felt an intense pain tear through her body. It started at her neck, causing her to open her jaw in reflex, releasing Maeve, who backed away. The pain quickly radiated throughout her whole body as she was flung forcefully to the ground.
Violet felt weak, her connection to Arabella fading, and when Arabella glanced at her paws, Violet saw she was lying in a pool of dark crimson blood. 
Arla entered the bathroom, stripping off her borrowed clothes and running the hottest shower she could tolerate. Stepping into the stream, she lathered up her body wash, watching the dried blood and dirt slide down her body and into the drain. She became lost in her thoughts as snippets of the battle replayed in her mind - the evil look in Alpha Anton’s eyes, her fear for Lorenzo and her pack, the strength and power she felt when she used the mate-bond, Maeve’s pain as teeth sank into her neck…” She screamed as she was pulled from her thoughts by a pair of muscular arms around her waist. “Sorry, sorry, I thought you heard me come in,” Lorenzo soothed, holding her close. “Drew! Violet! Lorenzo, we need to inform her dad,” she struggled against him, her fac
Arla, Lorenzo, Lydia and the witches had assembled in front of the pack hospital, waiting for the return of the rescue party. The witches were abuzz with a mixture of nerves and excitement. For some, it had been many long months since they’d seen their loved ones, and they still had no idea the conditions they were kept in, how they were being treated, or if they were still alive. Milo exited the first van, approaching Lorenzo and bowing his head respectfully as the rest of his team helped the passengers alight. Lorenzo held out his hand to shake Milo’s, stepping aside as one witch cried out and ran to embrace her daughter. “There were three casualties in the cells, Alpha. We’ve wrapped them and transported them with us, they’re arriving in a separate vehicle shortly. I thought their relatives would want th
Chaos. The sound of jaws snapping. Snarling. Screaming. Arla’s parents had warned her to stay home and lock the doors while they left to help defend their pack, but as the clock ticked, the worry within her increased. She paced the living room and craned her neck to try to see anything out of the windows, but all she could see in every direction was forest. The Apostle Ridge Pack, run by Alpha Anton, was a small pack by werewolf standards. Their remote territory sat nestled in deep, dense forest, giving the wolves the freedom to exercise and hunt undetected by humans. But right now, that isolation had fear prickling her skin, goosebumps rising, and her body jittery until she could no longer stay put. She knew her parents would be in the thick of the action. Her dad, Horace, was the pack’s Beta and was
Arla woke with a gurgled scream, gasping as her eyes darted manically. Her bedroom. Another dream. There were so many horrors that she witnessed that day, yet she couldn’t understand why it was the green-eyed witch who had kept visiting her in her dreams - nightmares - each night for the past two months. The witch’s light green eyes had looked at her as though she knew something and saw something no one else could. She also couldn’t forget the way her skin had tingled, like goosebumps without the bumps. She didn’t think the witch wanted to harm her. If she’d wanted to, she could have struck her down easily, but Arla never felt as though she were in danger. She had an overwhelming urge to seek her out, but knew a twelve-year-old girl would not get far on her own, and no sane witch would venture anywhere near
“Alpha, what a surprise, what can I do for you?” asked Esther, trying to keep her tone light and the wariness from it. Horace and Anton had been good friends, but Esther had never liked his hot temper and the way he let it control him. “I understand Natasha has been giving Arla a hard time at school. I wanted to come and apologise for her behaviour,” he replied, glancing briefly at Esther, then fixing his gaze on Arla, who kept her eyes downward. “Oh, well, thank you,” she replied, feeling embarrassed that she hadn’t known that Arla was having issues. “Would you like to come in?” Alpha Anton followed Esther into the house and sat at the head of the dining table as she made coffee. Arla sat warily at the opposite end and be
Esther’s blood turned to ice. Two days. Two days was all it had taken for him to find them. Beta Wesley crossed the road, heading towards her. She dropped the shopping bag, grabbed Arla’s hand and ran. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him in pursuit and made a blind turn down an alleyway. Despair shot through Esther as she took in her surroundings and realised the alley was a dead end. The red brick wall of a building was on her left, high wooden fences lined the right-hand side and the back, and a small silver hatchback car was parked halfway down in the centre of the road. “Arla, run and find somewhere to hide, sweetie,” she said, watching as Arla scurried underneath the silver car. “Esther, don’t fight,” said Beta Wesley softly. “You know yo
Alpha Lorenzo’s voice pulled Arla out of slumber, and she rubbed her eyes with her fists as she roused groggily. Her peace shattered immediately as the memories of the evening swamped her, shrinking in her seat as the images of the alleyway returned to bombard her. She turned away from the Alpha to look out the window, not wanting him to think of her as weak as the tears threatened to flow. They turned in to a long driveway paved with smooth grey stones. She wished it wasn’t so dark, so she could get a better look at her new home. Home, she thought. The word feeling strange in her mind, as she tried to imagine anywhere feeling like home without her parents, the only family she’d ever had. As they drove further, she could see lights up ahead, illumi
“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Granny Elsie asked worriedly, rushing into the bathroom. “I-I don’t think so,” she stammered. Granny wrapped her in a towel and led her back to the bedroom. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to do it,” Arla apologised as she got dressed. “Will the Alpha kick me out?” she asked tentatively. “Of course not, dear. It wasn’t your fault. The screen can be replaced, you cannot. He’ll just care that you’re not hurt. Come now and have some dinner,” Granny reassured her. Alpha Lorenzo had kept to himself in his office since they returned home. He’d tried to focus on work, but had been completely preoccupied with thoughts of the blonde girl upstairs. I