LOGINZeus.“No!”Athena's piercing scream breaks through the room.“Athena...”I whip my head in her direction just as she sinks to the floor.I toss the phone receiver aside and rush to her, kneeling beside her.“Sweetheart... Darling... What happened?” I ask worriedly.She's sobbing. Just staring at the television.I follow her gaze.Cristoff's lifeless body is dragged away from my brother's presence.“And this is what will happen to every goddamned creature that threatens the safety of our people!” Norman announces loudly on the television.The crowd erupts into an excited cheer.“He killed him! He ordered them to shoot him...I bet it's wolfsbane and quicksilver through his heart!” She sobs painfully.Her tears twist my heart into ugly knots.Unable to bear her crying any longer, I pull her into my arms. She struggles against me for a few seconds. But I hold her tightly.Eventually, she collapses against me, crying bitterly.“How many more... How many more will he kill?” She cries, her
Athena.Seconds later..."You don't want to cum... You're hard," I say quietly, now.He presses his forehead against mine."I'll be fine, sweetheart. This one was for you." His voice comes out strained.He presses a shaky kiss to my lips."I just..." He pauses. "I just needed that touch of something. Something to remind me..." He pauses again.I watch him worriedly as the shower cascades over us. He inhales steadily."I lost a friend days ago. They said she killed herself." My breath catches.We're standing beneath the shower, our bodies still warm from the intimacy we just shared moments back. Him watching me as I unraveled. Coming to the sound of his voice, as he guided me to the pinnacle of ecstasy.My heart sinks at his confession. I lean closer and kiss his lips, urging him to speak. To open up."I know she didn't kill herself...I just returned
Athena.Battle Chief Residence, Silvaton Wing. Sunday, May 27th. Next day.Morning.I run through the forest.My wolf braces against the rain, running through the pelting sheets. The ground is wet beneath my paws.For the past three days, I've endured this strange restlessness. Something dark is rising from our pack.I can feel my witch powers sensing a shadow from their direction, as though the pack has suffered something grave. Some sorrow perhaps. I can't pinpoint what it is.Even though the magic binders have been lowered, the borders of the Battle Chief's residential grounds, still have magic pulsing from every corner. Magic that hampers the full potential of any wolf.I run toward the edge of the forest. Jagged rocks border the land.Somewhere behind me is the critical gaze of my assigned guard, watching me just as Zeus ordered. Ens
Cristoff. DC Wing. Saturday, 26th May. Two Days Later… Night.A car blares past me just after I cross into Calypso's street. My gaze lifts to her balcony, searching for any sign of her.Nothing.A dog barks somewhere in the distance. This is one of the Overlord's properties, gifted to Calypso."I can't provide you with all these luxury gifts," I once told her after we made love. She had snuggled closer against me, holding me tightly."I don't need all these luxury gifts. The Overlord only gives them to me because he wants to buy my favor," she had revealed.I had been disgusted by the Overlord's audacity.Managing to evade the guards at the entrance, I scale the wall now, landing on the ground with a grunt. The cold night air hits my face as my eyes take in my surroundings.Everything looks clear.Quickly, I break into a run across the lawn until I reach the wall of her mansion. I press myself against it, my breathing fast and ragged. My mind desperately tries not to recall the disa
Abe.Werewolf and Vampire Settlement, Silvaton Wing. Later.Night."Abe, you wouldn't inform the council about what you told me earlier, would you?" my wife, Avril, asks calmly. Her hand rests over mine in her lap as we drive toward the square where everyone is to meet.My jaw tightens as I continue driving. The dark roads blur past us as we make our way through the settlement.A memory filters into my mind from our meeting with the Commander earlier today."I went against everything for you all! I went against my own people for you! And you all plotted against my own mother!"Those words still echo inside my mind."I've a duty to the council, Honey," I say quietly. My insides twist at everything that happened today and everything that could have happened. "I have to tell them everything."I hear her slow intake of breath. I squeeze her hand affectionately.Avril has been the love of my life for as long as I can remember.Another memory surfaces.The day I chose her as my mate during
Abe.War Office. Silvaton Wing. Thursday, May 24th. Next day.Late Afternoon.Ten delegates, including myself, are seated in a corridor of the War Office. Five delegates from the werewolves and five from the vampires.Every muscle in my body is wound tight with anxiety.Today we're meeting the Commander. We sent word to him two days ago, and we finally received a response last evening.A memory drifts through my mind."The Commander has agreed to see us," Elder Cali had announced during the council meeting last evening.The room had fallen into a heavy hush."I propose that ten delegates go to meet him. Five from the werewolves. Five from the vampires."Murmurs broke through the silence.I stood."As Alpha of House Denvers, I volunteer to go."Silence had settled over the room once again. Every eye had turned toward me.One by one, others had risen until ten delegates stood together."Why isn't the Commander here yet?" Marcel from House Fay asks, pulling me back to the present. I loo
Zeus Ironheart.Minutes later…Battle Chief of all the Regions. Ha.Some achievement.What a way to go, Zeus.Brandishing my title as though it somehow scrubs away the slur forever welded to my name.Bastard.Bastard brother to the Overlord, Norman Ironheart. My position in Norman’s new world does
Athena.April 28th. Two days later. Evening.I stir. I shift to the left, but my body collides with something solid. A wall. Cold and damp. Reeking of blood, rusted metal, and mould.That smell drags my eyes open.Ugh.I jolt upright on the narrow bed, a cry tearing from my throat as pain shoots th
Athena Denvers. North Region. Silvaton Wing. April 26, 3055. Evening. The world has changed now: North, South, East and West. Countries of the earth are now divided into regions. Cities and towns are now carved into wings. Everyone classed by the portion handed to their wing. Everyone valued by
Zeus. An hour later… The sounds of guns blasting through the grounds hit hard like flash grenades. The sentinels positioned at the walls continue raining a barrage of laser bullets at the rebels. Vampires and werewolves who have decided to breach the walls of the health station. “Shoot ever







