LOGINAyla lost her family, her pack, and her freedom at a young age, all taken away in the opening hours of a war that has been raging for nearly four years. Now, as the war is coming to an end and life is returning back to normal, she finds herself in the cruel embrace of fate. Living with the Alpha Lord and his family, treated worse than a servant, Ayla must use all of her strength to survive in a Pack that doesn't accept her as one of their own. With a sister who hates her, a brother who was granted the most coveted gift any werewolf could ask for from the Goddess, and a grandfather who is half mad, Ayla's future is going to be anything other than simple. To further complicate things, young Warriors from a neighboring Kingdom arrive, several of which quickly feel a bond towards her. And looming above them all is the powerful Night King, who seems to have taken a keen interest on both Ayla and her Pack. Join the slow burn of Ayla's story as the adventure of a lifetime unfolds before her.
View MoreAs I waited for the gate to open, I couldn’t help but smile a little at the memory of Claire’s little act. She thought she was being sneaky, but I could see right through her, and so could Granny Alisha. There was no way she was going to stick to the plan I came up with, but that was alright.Because I also planned for that.The gate finally opened and the rogue behind me pushed me hard, causing my back to scream in agony. Unable to stop myself, I fell to my knees and emptied my stomach. The wolfsbane I was fed last night causing more than a little blood to mix with the water, making the scene look quite disgusting.Though, not nearly as disgusting as the smell coming from my back. Between the dizziness I felt, and the stench of something dying, I almost missed the approaching wolves. Looking up, my eyes still seeing double, I watched without panic as half a dozen full rogue wolves came barreling towards me. You could see it in their eyes, the fact that all humanity had left them. Par
ClaireClaire woke up and panicked when she didn’t detect Ayla’s scent. Not the smell of death and sickness that oozed from her back, but the subtle scent that was defined who Ayla was. To Clarie, it smelled of flowers, warmth, and safety.Ayla smelled similar to how her mother used to.Claire’s panic faded quickly when she looked over and saw Granny Alisha guiding Ayla back towards her. Getting to her feet, tripping slightly while trying to unwrap the tightly wrapped blanket from herself, she fought the urge to run over and jump into Ayla’s arms.Clarie started to notice it the day before during training. Ayla was hurt, badly, and was looking worse than ever. Every step made her lips twitch in pain, her face was so pale that it almost started to look green, and even the smile she was sending back at Claire was almost forced. Claire had planned to argue more about the plan, but one look at how tired Ayla looked took the fight right out of her.“How did you sleep, my little monster,” A
AlishaAlisha woke abruptly when she felt something moving in her lap.Looking down, she was confused to see a sleeping Claire snuggling closer. After several hours of praying to the Goddess, everyone in the circle curled up to try and catch a few hours of sleep before morning came.And the fear that came with it.What confused her was the fact that she recalled Claire falling asleep in Ayla’s arms, a sight that made her smile before sleep overtook her. Now, however, Claire was in her lap, and Ayla was nowhere to be seen.Worried, Alisha gently rolled Claire off of her lap and wrapped her tightly in her blanket. After making sure the little Witch was still sleeping soundly, Alisha rose to her feet to locate Ayla. Luckily, since the slave pen wasn’t very large, it didn’t take her long to spot the small form sitting against the cage. As she approached, her worry grew by leaps and bounds by the sight that awaited her.Ayla was hugging her knees with her arms as tight as she could, shiver
Anyone whose had to live under the thumb of another, powerless to do anything but surrender or die, knew that the first thing one had to give up was their pride. Humiliation and pain was the price a slave needed to pay if they hoped to live another day. Eventually the will to live is slowly chipped away and some start to lose any hope for a better life. At that point, it’s just a matter of before their body, or their mind, finally breaks.I still wanted to live, despite how unlikely my chances were. But more than that, I needed to protect Claire and the others for as long as I could. We could try to fight now in a futile effort to resist Jason’s demands, but the only outcome would be a slow and painful death for many of the slaves. In order to keep them safe for another night, I wasted no time in crawling towards Janet.“No,” Claire began, trying to rush over to stop me, but Alisha quickly grabbed her and pulled her back. I could hear her pained sniffles as she peaked around Alisha’s
We talked for hours about many things. I asked about her life back home and what her Pack was like, while she quickly realized that asking me about my life was pointless. I only gave vague or single word answers. I could see and feel the concern from her eyes, but with Claire still napping in my la
“No matter what you see or hear, don’t leave this tent until I come back for you,” I whispered to Claire, hugging her close and kissing her forehead. Tears filled her eyes, threatening mine to follow suit. Instead, I laughed and handed her my two inhalers.“Don’t worry about me, little one,” I cont
MaizeThey were hunkering down in a small glade of trees, waiting for their parents to arrive, all of them naked as they had to shred their clothes in a hurry to escape as swiftly as possible. The fact that the rogues had silver ammunition meant the danger they were in was at a maximum. Maize had b
“Why are we still working for these fools,” Blake grumbled, Jason’s current right-hand man. Apparently, I killed his old second in command when they came to steal away the Pack’s pups. “Paxton is a coward and a moron, and his brother, the Rogue King, is nothing more than a pencil pusher. I’ve never






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