"I know." Gwen lightly rapped her fingertips on the surface of the table. "I really should be out there."If they have a need for you, I have no doubt that they will find a way to contact you."No, that's not what I meant. I am now the leader of the pack. If my father were to be hiding out in the house, I would know about it."You're not 'hiding out,'" Greta told me. "You're keeping an eye on the house in case those shady characters decide to try to sneak in here," I told you.“Right.”"A movie is being watched by the other adults and children who have gathered in the clubhouse. Would you like to go to that location?""No, I don't feel like keeping a lot of company." She let out an audible sigh. "I really wish I knew what was going on out there."Phil went stealthily throughout the night, making no noise with his feet as he followed the fence line and kept an eye out for any wolves that may be hiding in the darkness.After making four circuits around the perimeter, he finally picked u
Because the males were so focused on attempting to rape the woman, they were unaware that they were in imminent danger until it was too late to do anything about it.The first man's neck was broken by Phil, and then he tore out the heart of the second man.The woman passed out suddenly.He barely managed to get there in time to grab her before she fell to the ground. He held her in his arms for a brief period of time before lowering his head to her neck while she was still unconscious and taking a drink from her. Because he had just succeeded in saving her life, he didn't think she would be upset about it.Gwen fixed her gaze on Phil. You put an end to their lives? What steps did you take to dispose of the bodies?"There's no reason for you to know that. No one does.""I have no doubt that Rudolfo will show up here with inquiries. And even if he doesn't, we can be sure that he'll point the finger of blame at us for their disappearance."Just tell him the truth if he comes here, that's
Phil was approached by a young man who had light brown hair, was of average height and weight, and was of average height and weight. "I am José Grayson, the last of my line," he said. "I am the only one left in my family." "I am the only member of my family still alive." "As the one who will eventually take my place as Alpha, I beg of you to take my life if you must, but to spare my pack. Please don't take my life, but if you must, leave my pack alone. This wasn't the fight that happened between the two of them. Because of my uncle's misguided desire, I do not want them to suffer the consequences of his actions.Phil's response was, "That decision isn't mine to make," but he couldn't help but appreciate the boy's perseverance. "That decision isn't mine to make," he said. He responded by saying that "that decision is not mine to make." In spite of the fact that José couldn't have been more than twenty years old at the time, he carried himself with the natural pride of an Alpha and a re
ProloguePhil Marty's limbs hurt from the weight of the heavy silver chains that were shackling his ankles to the thick cement wall that was behind him. He peered into the darkness as the pain in his limbs increased. It seemed as though his entire body was on fire from the inside out, which caused his veins to contract and his skin to tense up in a way that was excruciatingly painful. He was desperately in need of sustenance.He hadn't eaten in such a long time.It had been such a long time since his thirst had been slaked.When he saw the tall woman enter the basement, his eyes narrowed slightly. She appeared to be an angel since she was dressed in a shimmering white robe that was trimmed in white fur, but in reality, she was anything but.When she got closer, the bottom of her velvet robe produced a quiet swishing sound, and once she was there, she kneeled down outside the holding cell. Raquel.As Phil saw her take up the thin silver-bladed knife that was sitting next to a golden je
It was futile for him to try to fight what was clearly going to happen, so he just laid his head on his knees and shut his eyes. How long had he been held captive in this particular location? A year? Two? He was completely unaware of the passing of time. Because there were no windows in the cellar, there was no way to tell whether it was the summer or the winter. He felt the constant chill of the floor beneath him.He blocked out the sound of the woman sobbing next to him in his imagination. Women. They had always been the cause of his problems, beginning with his mother, who had deserted him when he was thirteen, and culminating with the cruel woman who had taken his mortal life and transformed him into a monster. He had always blamed them for his problems.He had made the mistake of putting his faith in a long series of different women, including Raquel. He thought about the notion that she was probably going to be the final person in a morbid way.The aroma of the unfortunate creat
She raised her head and howled at the moon as it rose. How many times had she hoped that she could change her appearance more frequently than once a month, so that she could feel the awe and freedom of this moment whenever she wanted to? She frequently fantasized about being an Alpha like her father, being able to transform whenever she pleased, having her father's unbridled power and authority, and being the one to issue commands rather than having to follow them. Nevertheless, longing for something that could never come true was fruitless.She gave her head a shake and then launched into a ground-eating run, yipping with delight as she leaped with ease over boulders and brush. She continued this for a while. As she continued to move quickly, she took pleasure in the feeling of invincibility that swept over her.She hadn't gone very far when all of a sudden, a jackrabbit burst out of its shelter.The werewolf gave a short yelp before giving chase, taking pleasure in the sting of the
"You promise?" Gwen asked, her resolve slipping."Okay, let's move quickly and get changed so we can get there."Gwen was worn out from the argument, so she dashed into her bedroom. She shrugged out of her jeans and sweater and put on a long-sleeved white silk shirt, a short black skirt, black leggings, and a pair of knee-high black boots that had cost her a month's pay but were well worth the investment. Her new outfit was complete.When Gwen came back into the living room, Melissa broke into a smile. "You're going to put an end to that.""Are you kidding me?""Cheer up, girlfriend. It's possible that a shot or two of firewater will bring out the glint in your eye and the bounce in your step.Gwen gave a sarcastic scowl in response to the reference to firewater. Although she didn't do it very frequently, Melissa couldn't help but bring up Gwen's Lakota ancestry every once in a while when she just couldn't help herself.Melissa took a step toward the door, then halted and looked back
His fingers wrapped around her forearm like a viper snapping its jaws, and he pulled her closer to him as quickly as he could.He mumbled, "I'm sorry," but his tone of voice was harsh."I beg you, please don't."He hid his face from view for a little while. It's possible that she might have assumed he was praying if he hadn't been a vampire. She thought, with a wry sense of humor, that it was more likely that he was saying grace.She took another look around the cage, searching for something that she could use as a weapon, but she couldn't find anything other than a dull lightbulb that hung from a knotted cable on the outside of the jail.After that, he looked at her with those devilishly bloodshot eyes.Again saying, "I'm sorry," he pulled her into his hug, pushed her shirt collar to the side, and pressed his head on her neck while he apologized.When Gwen felt the painful prick of his fangs across her flesh, she shuddered. She was aware that continuing to struggle was pointless. Eve