We had been here for a month now, Brock and I, surviving and struggling, Brock usually hunted antelopes, sometimes in wolf form, other times as a human. I stood now watching as he fired an arrow at a deer, the arrow hit precisely and the deer dropped on the ground, twitching a few times before it became still, Brock, face devoid of any emotion, stalked to the deer and pulled out the arrow. Brock had spent lots of time making weapons, we needed them as there were a lot of predators here: lions, bear, warthogs, boars, Hippos, you name it, Brock had been training me hard ever since a lion almost got me, the guy was certainly crazy, he trained me like I was his equal, and had no mercy. I watched as he hoisted the deer on his shoulder and walked past me heading to our make shift camp which was few minutes away. We got to the hut made of log and tree branches and leaves, tightly woven and covered with a blanket in case rain falls, my stomach rumbled loudly and Brock stared at me.
“You ate last night didn’t you” came his primal deep voice. “So?” I countered, even since Brock had started training me, I was getting more hard headed and bolder, “This is past noon, I am not you” I said and Brock stared at me longer, before setting the carcass down and cutting into pieces, I brought out ingredients for stew, that we had processed from trees. Brock cut the last of the dead animal and washed his hand and his knife, I had discovered Brock had nature magic, he could summon steel from under the earth, which was what he used to make our weapons. Brock went into the hut and I could sense him sleeping, and I delve into my cooking, when I was done, it smelled so nice, some wild cat came out to inspect and I threw pieces of meat to them, By the time Brock woke, which was five minutes to when he slept, I was done eating and served his meal, he stared at the steaming hot stew with chunks of meat. “Maybe I should feed you” I offered and Brock's lips twitched. “I should have left you to the Lion” he said seriously, for a moment I wondered if he meant it, but he grinned and my breath caught. Brock was so dazzling when he smiled, heat pooled from my stomach to my legs and I shifted where I sat, was that dimples? Brock had sexy dimples, he studied me. “I have never laughed for long” he said and I was suddenly curious. “Why?” I asked, cautious not to break the fragile bond we were slowly having. “It’s a long story” he replied, smiling sadly, his green eyes looked lost, “Anyways I have not been myself ever since” Brock said and tore into a huge chunk of meat, he chewed with relish, his eyes going back to stony mode, I was watched as his mouth moved eating the meat bones and all, he drank the orange juice we made then he leaned back, contented. “We have training this night, by full moon” Brock announced and I gasp. “At night, that’s dangerous I am not doing th…………” Brock quiet stare made me shut up, the guy knew how to scare someone with a look, he nodded. “Get some sleep, we train at full moon” Brock said firmly and closed his eyes_______________________________________ The woods smelled like piss and I crunched my nose, the smell here was killing. “Why this part of this forest, Master” I asked and Brock turned to me, he was usually serious when he trains me. “Shut up, Amelia, I want to train you in full moon, under full moon werewolves can barely resist the urge to shift and I know you are not human Amelia, so I want to see how you react to full moon” Brock said and i stared up at the night sky, the moon was almost risen, I could see part of it in the thick night cloud. Brock moved ahead and I followed, he stopped at a clearing and took of his shirt and my mouth opened in shock, Logan was well endowed but Brock was too perfect, involuntarily, I licked my lips. “Don’t want to ruin the shirt, in case I shift” he explained. “You should take off your trousers too” I suggested and cursed myself when the words came out of my mouth. Brock green eyes regarded me as if trying to decipher something in my face, then without warning he pulled his trousers and holy shit……. I turned away but the image of what I saw was imprinted in my brain, I blushed. It’s full moon Brock said in my head and I jumped, when I turned I saw his huge familiar black wolf. I stared at the sky the moon had fully risen. “See nothing is………’ I winced as pain flared up around my body and I screamed in pain, Brock, in wolf form, just did nothing and sat watching me, I stared in horror, as fur started erupting from my arms, then my fingers turned to paws and suddenly I was on fours, my sense of smell was heightened, I could hear everything more clearer and louder, I trotted awkward to a river and stared at a river. Staring back at me was a black wolf with yellow eyes, I moved my head, and it’s head moved in the reflection I turned to Brock, So I am a werewolf all this while I said to Brock who inclined his head in agreement ‘Am going to teach how to battle in this form, charge at me’. He barked in my head and I ran full speed at him, maybe if I slash at him with my paw, I would destroy his beautiful face, with surprising speed I covered the distance between us and slashed at him but suddenly he wasn’t there and before I could turn I was sent crashing into a tree and look up to see him charging for me and out of fear, I unknowingly shifted back to human form, naked and in his surprise state he accidentally shifted and landed on top me, the feeling of him on top me muddled my brain, and I did the one thing that came to my head. I kissed him.I woke up with a start, my head throbbing and my vision blurry. The pain in my skull was sharp, but the overwhelming sense of dread was sharper. I struggled to sit up, my hands and feet bound tightly, and tried to make sense of my surroundings. Dim light filtered through cracked windows, casting shadows on the walls of what looked like an old, abandoned warehouse.Just then, I heard a familiar voice in my head. Brock.“Amelia, where are you?”Relief and panic mingled in my chest. I focused on our bond, trying to project my thoughts clearly. “I don’t know the exact location. It’s a warehouse. It’s old and looks abandoned.”There was a brief pause before Brock’s voice came through again, calm but laced with urgency. “There are hundreds of warehouses around here, Amelia. But I can track your scent. Hold on. Logan and I are coming to get you.”The telepathic link went quiet, and I was left with my racing thoughts and the oppressive silence of the warehouse. The faint sounds of the city ou
As the minutes ticked by, the pain in my head began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of stubbornness . I wasn’t going to let Vincent intimidate me. Reagan’s life depended on me staying strong and thinking clearly. I could hear the faint hum of the city outside, a reminder that we weren’t completely isolated, even though it felt that way.Vincent reappeared, striding into the room with an air of confidence that made my skin crawl. He looked down at me with a cold smile. “Ready to talk, Amelia?”I met his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “I told you, I’m not giving you any information.”He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But let’s not play games. Who did you come with?”I swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t see through my lie. “I came alone, just like you told me to.”Vincent’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. “Is that so? Alone, all the way from your little village?”I nodded, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Yes.”He
We decided to leave for New York that night. The urgency of Reagan’s situation weighed heavily on me, and the fear of what could happen if we didn’t act fast was like a constant, gnawing presence in the back of my mind. Logan, Brock, and I piled into a black SUV, the kind that would blend in anywhere without drawing too much attention.Logan glanced at me from the driver’s seat. “You sure you’re up for this, Amelia? Going in alone is dangerous.”I nodded, trying to muster as much confidence as I could. “I don’t have a choice. If they see you two, they might kill Reagan on the spot.”Brock, sitting next to me, reached over and squeezed my hand. “We’ll be close by, ready to jump in if anything goes wrong. Just get Reagan out safely. That’s the priority.”“I know,” I said, giving him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, both of you.”The drive to New York was tense and quiet. We went over the plan a few more times, making sure we were ready for anything. Logan and Brock would stay nearby, h
The sky was darkening, and the air was thick with tension. We could sense them before we saw them, the rogues moving in like a dark wave, ready to crash against our defenses. Brock stood beside me, his grip on my hand a reassuring constant. “They’re coming,” Logan’s voice was low but steady as he addressed the pack. “Everyone, to your positions.” We scattered, each of us moving to where we’d been assigned. Brock and I took up a position near the main gate, where we knew the fighting would be fiercest. My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt a strange calm wash over me. This was it. We were ready. The first rogue hit the gate with a deafening crash. The force of it reverberated through the ground, but our defenses held—at least for the moment. More followed, their growls and snarls filling the air. “Hold the line!” Brock shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. We fought with everything we had. The night was a blur of fur, claws, and blood. Despite our preparations, the rogu
The news hit us like a ton of bricks. Vincent's attack was imminent. The war room was a hive of activity. Maps were spread out, strategies were being debated, and faces were etched with worry."We have to be ready for anything," Logan said, his voice low and determined. "They could come from anywhere."Brock nodded, his eyes scanning the map. "We need to strengthen our defenses everywhere, not just the south."I felt a lump in my throat. This was it. The moment we'd been dreading. "We can't let them win," I said, my voice barely a whisper.Logan looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "We won't, Amelia. We won't."Days turned into nights as we prepared for the inevitable. We trained, we planned, and we waited. The tension was palpable. Even the usually cheerful faces in the village looked grim.Brock insisted on ramping up my training. He argued that I needed to be able to defend myself, not just rely on others. I groaned and complained, but deep down, I knew he was right.Our t
My head was pounding. Everything felt like a nightmare. Vincent, that crazy guy, wanted me. Bad. Brock and Logan were trying to figure out what to do, their faces all serious. It was like we were in a movie, except without the popcorn. Logan was the first to speak. "We need a plan," he said, his voice low and serious. "Vincent won't stop until he gets what he wants." Brock, my knight in shining armor, jumped in. "Amelia needs to be safe. I'm her bodyguard, 24/7." My heart melted a little. He looked at me with those intense eyes of his, and I felt safe for a second.Logan nodded. “Agreed. We double the patrols. No one gets in or out without being checked. I’ll station more werewolf soldiers at the borders. We need eyes everywhere.”Brock’s gaze never left mine. “I’ll be her personal guard. Wherever she goes, I go.”I couldn’t help the swell of affection I felt for him. “Thank you, Brock. I feel safer already.”Logan’s expression softened slightly. “It’s settled then. Brock, you’ll be