ANMELDENThe air in the whole room suddenly dropped and became tense from Aiden’s presence.
"What is it?" "It's April..." Nathan started to explain. But I interrupted him. I was done being talked about like I wasn't standing right there. Done being a victim. "Take a guess, Aiden," I said, and I emphasized his name like a curse. "Your Beta Josh felt it was okay to bite me on the neck and sentence me to death." My voice was shaking with rage and fear and pain all mixed together. "So please tell me you have a cure, because I'm really not ready to die today." The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Aiden's face darkened like a storm cloud. He looked at Nathan. "Is that true?" Nathan nodded once, his expression grim. The next moment, Aiden's eyes flashed bright red—Alpha red—and his head snapped toward Josh with inhuman speed. "Aiden... Aiden, calm down!" Nathan said quickly, but it was too late. Aiden vanished from his spot, moving so fast he was just a blur. He reappeared away from Aiden not willing to listen to any more words from him. Then he growled. “JOSHUA!!!!” “How dare you” It wasn't a human sound. It was pure Alpha dominance, a sound that resonated in your bones and made every instinct scream submit or die. The whole building shook. I felt it in my chest, in my teeth. For a moment, nothing happened. Everything was silent except for that growl still echoing. Then Aiden spoke, his voice dropping to something that was barely above a whisper but somehow more terrifying than shouting. "Josh. Get. In. Here. Now." Josh stepped forward, and I saw him actually flinch under Aiden's gaze. Then Aiden moved again—faster than my eyes could track, just a blur of motion. "Aiden, wait—" Nathan shouted, reaching out. But Aiden was already there, his hand wrapped around Josh's throat, lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the wall hard enough that I heard the stone wall crack behind him with his bones. Josh's feet dangled. He clawed at Aiden's wrist, gasping. And I watched. Part of me knew I should feel something—horror, pity, fear. But all I felt was satisfaction. Good. Let him know what it feels like. My vision started blurring around the edges. The burning in my veins was spreading, getting worse. I could feel my body temperature rising, sweat beading on my forehead. Twenty-four hours. I had twenty-four hours to find a cure. Or I was dead. The world tilted suddenly, and I felt myself falling, but a strong arm caught me before I hit the ground. "Nathan..." I whispered. "I've got you," he said. "Stay awake, April. Stay with me." But the darkness was creeping in at the edges of my vision. I heard Aiden's voice, distant now, still filled with rage: "If she dies, Josh, you die with her. Slowly." Then everything went black for me for some minutes as I endured the excruciating pain from my neck to my whole body. I came back to consciousness in pieces. I could hear the sound of voices—urgent, overlapping. Then the sensation hit me. The burning in my veins, worse than before, like liquid fire spreading through every capillary. Finally, my vision slowly came as opened my eyes, it was blurry at first, then slowly sharpening. I was on a soft leather expensive couch. Nathan was standing over me, his hand still pressed to my neck with the makeshift bandage. His shirt was soaked red now. Aiden was still beating the shit out of Joshua. While I was dying, AGAIN!!!!!!!! I needed an answer at this point, because I had just suffered from a terrible injury and yet got treated back, then when I tried to to escape, the guy with the deadlier bite decided to bite me. Sentencing me to death with no way out and no cure as they said, what did I do to him to deserve that? And the worse part of it was that Aiden who everyone feared had given the Alpha order that no one was to touch me yet Joshua did. I found that extremely strange. Despite Nathan who seemed like a really close friend to Aiden had warned him on the spot and he ignored. Something was really up. Definitely fishy. The last person that threatened to kill me was Maxwell who said It was an order from my father. It just didn't make sense to me, yes I was weak, worthless and wolfless to him and he saw me as a disgrace, even his looks on me always told me I was the outcast in the pack. But that still wasn't enough reason to want me dead. Yes I was an over-thinker, so I thought about every possible scenario. I pictured Josh as a spy working for my Maxwell so he sent him to kill me, but that didn't make sense to me, according to Nathan it was Aiden who had saved Josh years ago. So it can't be, while lost in my thoughts and trying not to die I suddenly heard a loud bang from behind the sound of cracking of bones and when I turned blood splashed on my face. My God!!! Aiden killed him!AIDEN’S POVI’ve been in this world long enough to know that both humans and creatures — werewolves, vampires, and everything that moves in the spaces between — have a tendency to mythologize violence. They dress it up. Give it weight it doesn’t always deserve. Some call it the warrior’s call. Some call it the honor of a clean kill. Some call it a fair fight.I understand the impulse. Mythology makes uncomfortable things easier to live with. It turns brutality into something the mind can file away neatly, something with shape and meaning and a story attached to it.I’ve never found it useful.Violence, to me, has always been a transaction. You weigh the cost. You check if it’s worth the return. Then you execute. Sentiment about the method is a luxury that belongs to people who don’t do it for reasons that actually matter.Tonight, like I had said, the reason I was going to be violent didn’t matter at all. I needed no reason to.I gave out the order and my pack went to it immediately.
She's not going to run.'"No, there’s no need, she has nowhere to run to" I agreed.She did a systematic sweep, left to right, measuring the circumference of the situation with those dark eyes. Running the numbers. Arriving, I suspected, at the same conclusion I would have arrived at in her position — which was that the numbers were terrible and that there was exactly one variable in the entire situation that was not yet fixed.Me.So I stepped out of the tree line and walked toward her.My boots were wet and the forest floor was soft after the rain and I made no particular effort to be silent. There was no point. She knew I was there the moment I moved. She turned to face me before I had taken three steps, and the shift in her focus — from the pack to me, from the general to the specific — told me she had already identified that I was the Alpha. Not by my size, not by my leather, but by the way the other eyes and body adjusted when I moved. It was a Pack orientation. She'd grown up
The current had her, and she was too tired and too hurt to fight it head-on, so she didn't. She worked with it instead — angling herself, conserving, reading the water rather than battling it.It was the right call. It wasn’t the call an experienced swimmer made, she that was panicking suddenly gain a real energy and strength all of a sudden.She was battered and bleeding and half-drowned and she suddenly changed the table with such boost.Something definitely had happened there.I had been told this girl had no wolf. No power. Nothing exceptional.But with what I just saw I was revising that assessment in real time.The branch caught her, or she caught it — I couldn't tell anymore which was which. She pulled herself hand over hand along it with arms that had no business still functioning, clawed up the bank on sheer will, and collapsed face-first into the mud.I came in downstream and surfaced quietly, moving to the bank twenty feet from her. Stood in the shallows and watched her I s
My wolf made a sound that, in a human, would have been a laugh. It wasn't quite that. But it was the closest equivalent.'Did she just aim the machine at him.''She was going to hit him.''A mortal girl on a motorbike was going to ram Maxwell — full shift, two hundred and thirty pounds of Black Shadow's head enforcer — head on.'"I am aware of what she was attempting to do, yes, it was stupid and dumb, and extremely desperate."Unfortunately she didn't get the chance to complete it. One of the flanking wolves — Daniel I think, from the angle — came in from the side, claws first. The motorbike went down. She went with it.My jaw tightened. As expected.I watched Maxwell's wolves pull back — not to help her or to finish her, but to play. That was the word for it. The deliberate circling, the strategic intervals between lunges, the way they let her get back to her feet and grab the bike again not because she'd escaped but because they were choosing to let her believe she had. They wan
The girl refused to give up, she was still moving, she tried fighting back and refusing to be in that situation.I found Maxwell in the chaos on the far bank, tracking his grey form through the undergrowth. He was a known quantity — I had a file on him, of sorts. Not a literal file; I didn't keep paperwork. But the kind of comprehensive mental record you maintained on individuals who were assets to your enemy and therefore potential variables in your planning.Maxwell had been Quinn's head enforcer for eleven years. He had a gift for obedience, which made him useful to Howard, and a gift for cruelty, which made him good at his job.He also had a habit of enjoying the hunt more than the conclusion.Which meant he would play with her first. Which he had done.From that Howl he was going to end it now.Nathan identified the other three when they moved into better light near the water's edge.“Beside Maxwell is Marcus. Daniel. Peter.” He said silently to me.“Who are they? Are they strong
AIDEN'S POVI have watched a great many hunts in my life, one of which I enjoyed, some I was hunted. Mostly, I have run some of them myself. I have been the quarry in others — in the early years, when being a rogue Alpha meant that every established pack within three territories felt entitled to test whether you could be removed. They all learnt the hard way and never got the chance to use such lesson.You see you learn things about a hunt from both sides. You learn what the hunters are telling each other in the pitch and spacing of their howls.You learn what the quarry is thinking from the direction of their movement, the choices they make at forks in the path, the difference between a person who is running in panic and a person who is running with a destination in mind.The girl definitely had a destination in mind.That was the first thing that struck me as strange.The second was her determination and will to live and survive.Her tenaciousness was way over the top.We had take







