登入***FionaThe cold embrace of the cellar floor woke me. A film of grime stuck to my cheek, clinging to stale tears. I must have been crying in my sleep again. Seemed fruitless. Those tears of mine that went unseen for years. This overwhelming sadness that I carried with me. Hopelessness was a constant friend here as I curled up alone on the concrete wearing only a thin beige slip, waiting for the inevitable. For whatever horrendous act Greyson had planned for me each day.No one was coming for me. No one here to save me.My body shook, teeth chittering against the bitter cold. Bruises, old and new, painted over my legs and torso with reminders of his petty torments. My knees buckled and I thought of the bastard’s etched words hidden inside my thighs. Goddess, when would this man be done with me?Just let me die and be done with it, a bitter thought danced in my mind.It was so cold tonight, more than the normal winter nights wallowing in the basement. I walked over to the small iron ba
***Julian“Beatrice, please!!!!!!!!” I barked, after almost kicking in the cottage door. The old woman tutted, only sparing me an annoyed glance as Fiona’s body draped lifelessly over my arms.When I pulled her bloody body from the floor, I ran like a madman, her body pulled tight to my chest as I raced to my truck parked far from the outskirts of the city. I didn’t care if the pack tried to follow me. After I got her to safety, I’d fight them off, one by one. But no one came for us. They had a dead alpha and a new leader to appoint not to mention a pissed off Gileon pack still in the center.I only hoped whoever came into power would be better than the last asshole. Somehow, a peace fell over me with the thought of the twins. Fiona trusted them, having told me all about them, the scheming and sly pair they were. They would handle Grey City.“Please! Can you help her?” I urged, the towel pressed to Fiona’s neck now fully soaked in ominous red ruin. The witch only waddled slowly throug
***Greyson“What the fuck?” The words sat like stones in the hollow of my throat. That was not the man I killed weeks ago, slit from ear to ear, watching as a ribbon of red leached into a pool of thick warm blood. Fiona gave a guttural scream as her hands frantically tried to press life back into the wound. And I had smiled, smirked even, as I watched the light leave his eyes.I looked around. Archer poised to Fiona's left, glowing with absolute delight as the enemy pack crept slowly behind my warriors. Milo stood smug, eyebrows raised with that irritating face of his, Angus Crow. Angus, the leader of Gileon pack, glowered, arms crossed at his chest. The man had been waiting years for vengeance but could do nothing due to the pack truce. He knew I had killed his daughter yet couldn't prove it.Fuckers... all of them. Those that awaited my demise.But the monster in front of me. He was a distorted creation of the dead man I watched die with vengeful glee. Huge. Larger than the mortal h
***FionaThe air turned sour, night stifling to a bitter brine. I felt a roar of anger tremor down my spine, a wave of wrath rushing towards me. But I was ready. I had been steadying myself for this war against Greyson for ages. He had only hours to plan and stew in his vengeance.Me… I had years.I stood, centered at the doors of Carter Mansion with Archer to my left and Milo to my right. The rest of the city gathered below. Waiting. Strangled murmurs blanketed the sculpted lawns as snarls and sneers gathered, charging towards us. Greyson led with a hundred Gammas at his back.The crowd parted like a silent tide as rage and wrath burned in his eyes. He stalked closer, face lethal… vicious as death slit eyes set on me. No wolf as he shifted back, taut muscles rippling over sweat beaded skin. A body I once thought alluring and magnificent. Not anymore.Greyson roared.I smirked; I enjoyed playing with my food before I devoured it.This man had branded me, mutilated me, manipulated me…
***Greyson - seven years agoShe was a goddess, an absolute vision. I had noticed Nivea year after year but this time I knew it. I knew she was the one. My mate. My match.First it was her scent that stopped me in my tracks, feet frozen to the arena floor. I peered up to the heavens, towards the balcony as ribbons of scarlet tendrils waved in the air as she leaned over. Her green eyes scanned the crowd but until they fell on me, finding me staring, gaze pinned on her.And she felt it, just as I had. The teether. The pull toward one another.I told no one. I knew how the Gileon pack felt about my father, the tension between the two clans. But once we declared ourselves, told the world of our uniting, it would be different. Our family wouldn't be able to deny our union, blessed by the Goddess herself.And so I ran to the orchard, sprinting with a rush of adrenaline I had never known. This frenzy of energy was so strong, so undeniable. Just the thought of being with her sent me into ov
***Nivea - seven years ago"That boy from Grey City... Goddess, I hope he'll be there!" I shrieked to Mina, my wolf.I felt her rumble low inside of me as she purred, "Mmhmm, he's dreamy!"It was the Annual Champions Trek. Packs from all over brought their best and most ferocious fighters to compete in various games, to win the coveted title of Trek Champion of the year. I had been attending with my father, Angus Crow - leader and Alpha of the Gileon pack, for years.There were always so many new fighters... eye candy for us girls to chose from. Never had I seen so many men and now I was 18. I was sure to find my mate among one of them. But my thoughts went back to him... from Grey City. But he was no longer a boy, but a man now. The one with the tattered blonde hair and diamond blue eyes that always found me in a crowd. We had never spoken, only silent pleas from across the room. Daddy forbade me to talk to any of the other pack members, especially them, he had once said. Alexander







