When I came to, I was in an unfamiliar building, the lights were too bright and I was tied to a chair, the room I was in was painted black and red, a flag was raised with the insignia of a wolf attacking another wolf.
“About time you woke” came a sinister voice and I raised my head to stare at a thin lean man, he looked calm but I could see the madness in his eyes. “Aren’t you the chosen mate, well well, nice to meet you” he said. “I don’t know what you are talking about” I said and he grinned, his eyes turned yellow and he backhanded me, I cried out in pain, the blow stung. His eyes returned back to normal and he smiled as if nothing happened. “Oops, my wolf doesn't like lies” he said and leaned closer, he sniffed. “You aren’t human yourself Amelia, are you” he said and I stared at him, first Logan now this creep, I was completely human, right? Or was mom and dad……….no that can’t be true and how did he know my name?. “I don’t know” I blurted out and in some way that was true, I didn’t even know who I am again, “Please I did nothing wrong release me” I begged and the man roared out in laughter. “You are my bait, Amy” he said and outrage filled me, how dare he? Only Logan and Reagan called me that, “I want Logan killed, I know he will come for you or send his beta, that cold prick, Brock” he snarled “You seem to know him well” I blurted out and chided myself, what was wrong with me? I am getting bolder these days. The man smiled and ran his hand along a long scar on the side of his face. “Brock did this, the guy is way too powerful for a beta, anyways I’ll kill whoever it is that tries to retrieve you, he turned to his guards and nodded and one raised a fist high and punched me, and as I sank into darkness I vowed to get my revenge on the bastard._______________________________________ I woke to someone slapping me hard, I opened my eyes to see the bastard who had punched me earlier, he had a plate of steak in his hand and a bottle of water. My stomach rumbled, I could have sworn that something inside me growled. The guy dropped the tray on the floor, and motioned with his head for me to eat, I raised my tied hands showing him I was bound. “And so? Eat like the dog you are” he pulled me out of the chair and pushed my head to the food, i was hungry so I used my lips and teeth to eat, humiliated as the guys started laughing at me hysterically, that’s when the atmosphere became charged then the rogue werewolves were blasted back by lightning, A black wolf charged in, and I recognized it as Brock in wolf form. ‘Quick! jump on my back’ his voice rang in my head, I raised my hands and showed him my bound hands, with one slice of his paws, the rope cut and I jumped on the huge wolf back and he took off, alarms blared to life and bullets rained everywhere, but Logan deftly dodged. I could feel his muscles working as he agilely dodged bullets. There was a loud explosion right behind us, and Brock increased his speed, he was so fast the moving landscape was a blur. We had left the building behind us when the landscape changed and shifted, the terrain moved like waves and Brock leaped over a huge rock that would have slammed into us, but before we could recover, a huge tree hit Brock and we went flying. I crashed hard into the ground, groaning I looked for Brock and saw him standing putting on a pair of jeans, I stared longer at his backside and blushed, how had he even landed on his feet, the guy was damn arrogant, he even left me to even fall, very callous. The landscape had stopped shifting and changing, Brock put on a shirt, he stared ahead and muttered a curse. I walked up to him “What’s wrong?” I asked and he turned to me, his green eyes were fierce , like he was expecting a fight anytime. “Labyrinth mode” he said curtly. “Meaning?” I asked and he glared at me, the wind blew his dark hair, making him more handsome and dashing, not what I needed to picture in my head right now, but my stupid brain refused to follow my mind. I stood staring at him, he finally sighed and sat on the floor floor “They trapped us, the Quintus werewolves have that ability, their prisoners hardly escape, it is rare. We have to find Daedalus' map to escape, it is rumored to be hidden in this wild lands and nobody has found the map, not even the Quintus wolves, they just have the magic to manipulate this labyrinth.” He explained and I blinked, wow! This was the first time he ever said something this long. “How can we go home now?” I said “We can’t” Brock scowled, “We are trapped till God knows when” With that he lay back on the grass and I wondered why my life was so fucked up, Then fur started erupting from my hands.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