LOGINEva stopped as she was passing by the training field to the Granny’s house, where everyone—every able adult—was practicing hand-to-hand combat. No one was shifting, at least not fully. A woman flipped a man; she winced a little as he landed on his back with a thud, sand cushioning the blow, splattering around. Briefly, he managed to overpower her, but her last move was so swift to catch that the man ended up on his knees with a blade at his throat.Eva blinked in surprise at the blade.“Now! Everyone, see that,” Sebastian called out from behind the watching crowd, rolling his sleeves and leaning on the iron ring enclosure that surrounded the training area, his eyes fixed on everyone’s movement. “Now move in pairs and practice.” He clapped. “Come on!”At his command, everyone did as he said. They all made their own circles, and everyone had a blade in their hands.“Efficient, isn’t it?” Maya said, coming up behind her.“I didn’t know they trained like this. So far, I just saw them shif
Eva’s whole weight leaned on Sebastian as he held her, and their lips moved in sync. The kiss was soft and deepened with every breath. There was no urgency in the kiss or the moment as Sebastian’s hands wandered up her sides, then to her shoulders, leaving soft trails of shimmering heat under her skin. She gasped a little as their lips parted, and his hand came to her face to tilt it so he could kiss her deeper. His tongue brushed her lower lip in a silent question, and she opened her mouth. Their tongues slid together, sending a current through her whole body. She arched into his touch, and his hands went to her thighs to pick her up and press her against the wall. They parted, breathing heavily.Eva wrapped her legs around his waist as his lips trailed down to her neck in open-mouthed kisses. She moaned, squirming in his hold, rubbing herself against him.Sebastian’s tongue traced a path from her shoulder to just below her ear, where she now knew why she was so sensitive. She shiver
Demon Wolf – they called me. A demon who sucks people’s very soul dry from fear. A reputation that served me well, both on our side of the camp and the enemy side, but my soul is being devoured by pain and grief. I lost my best friend, my guardian, my second family to this war because of one pack’s greed. No matter how much blood I spill, no price can turn time back. ~ Bash’s Journal.—“I see my image is perfectly ruined,” Sebastian said as he looked over Eva’s head as she tried to put together some notes Maya gave. Eva looked up, and he sighed in embarrassment. She had taken over his study. It was good to be productive.“I know now why you just gave only little comments in the form of feedback in papers,” Eva said, looking down at the notes. There was no way anyone could understand that.“Don’t ever tell that to Maya,” he said. “I have immaculately kept my two lives apart.”“With me here, I don’t think you are succeeding very much,” Eva grinned as Sebastian moved a chair to sit besi
War changed everything. When I thought everything in my life was now settled, after losing my parents at the age of 10, eight years later I had a purpose in my life until they came. ~ From Bash’s Journal.—-It got suspiciously quiet for a few days. Her days were actually filled with peaceful walks into the village and the people around her being very excited whenever they saw her for some reason, but everyone here was sweet. Granny and Amon also made her and Sebastian join them for lunch after they had a tour of one of the berry farms.Apparently, because they couldn’t have any business relations with other packs, they had business contracts with human society. They had produce of berries, oranges, and other fruits along with woven cloth. So everyone had more or less the same homespun, ethnic quality in the village, she noticed.Unable to hide her curiosity as they were served lunch at the little table by Granny, she turned to Sebastian and asked,“Why did you become a professor then
It was a new low, feeling this pathetic. Eva thought and looked up at Sebastian. “If—,” she began, but her mouth was shut with something warm and soft, her insides melted. She uncurled herself and her hands came to Sebastian’s face, trying to hold him closer. His hands came down to her waist as he kissed her and she felt the hollowness filled with his warmth, his lips pressed harder and her mouth opened to reciprocate, slow, steady and hard, he parted her knees and moved her legs to hook them around his waist as she moved her arms around his neck. She pulled away, coming up for air.“You—” she sputtered in disbelief.“I don’t know what to say to let you know how wrong you are,” he pressed her to the couch and kissed her, her lips moved with the same favor against him as desire uncurled inside her and her heart felt full. Sebastian’s hands came to her cheeks then to her jaw to hold her in place as his tongue pressed inside with intensity, blowing fire in her veins. To tell her the thing
The Blue Moon pack is the most ancient werewolf bloodline. It was their ancestors who first turned into wolves, blessed by the Moon Goddess, as the legends say.For generations, there were Alpha-heads. The first four packs were ruled by the Alpha King born in the Blue Moon pack. The practice of separating the alpha wolf spirit from the host body was developed by them to keep the succession of kings within a single family. Soon, the packs began to separate because of this tradition, but they continued to practice the ritual within their own packs to retain power.The practice was followed for hundreds of years, to the point where only a few Alphas were born in each pack. Even then, it didn’t stop them from continuing it.“It is like being some sort of demented creature—Maya explained it to me once,” Sebastian said when Eva asked how this affected the people. “Maya doesn’t even remember ever shifting. Amon was only two years old when it happened.” When he spoke about Amon, his shoulders







