Huntress of The Damned

Mira's POV The beeping sound wouldn't stop. I turned slowly, relentlessly. The sound continued like a countdown. My eyelids felt heavy. I opened them slowly, the dizziness hitting harder. The blurry room turned clearer. I turned my head to my side and immediately regretted it. My head tilted, and my stomach rolled in slow, nauseating waves. “Ugh, what…?” The words froze as I glanced down at my arm. A thin tube was taped to the back of my hand. I swallowed. My throat felt dry and empty. I stared for a moment, trying to decide on my next move then I acted. My fingers reached for the tape, peeling it off my skin when the door suddenly opened and a loud voice hissed at me. “Don't.”I raised my head to see a man in white coat suddenly at my side. He held my hand and pushed it away from my arm. “Don't touch that,” he said like a robot. “That's only going to make everything worse.”My lips parted. “Where…am I?” “St. Helena's hospital,” he replied, watching my eyes closely. He blink

Mira's POV The news came in five words. “Alpha! The shipment's gone!”My pen froze on the paper for a second. I didn't look up from the document I was signing. I twirled the pen, a less smooth, precise line, finishing the signature with a sharp flick of my wrist. “Which one?” I asked gently as I set the pen tip down on the table. I raised my head, staring at the man talking beside me. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and responded quickly. “The northern route Alpha. The police had gotten information that we would be there and seized the Rotterdam port.”I stayed relaxed, biting down on my jaw. “And the second deal?” I asked calmly. His hesitation gave the answer. It was longer this time. “The Crimson Sparrows took it, Alpha.”My hand tightened into fists and I slammed hard on the table. “How did they get it?”My voice was cold but still low. The guard blinked, like he was having second thoughts on what to say. “I don't know, Alpha. The Crimson Sparrow's showed up before our m

Xavier’s POV “Kill her! Taste her blood!” The demon’s voice echoed in my mind, and I lost my sanity.“No!” My wolf was roaring inside my head, fighting to be heard. “She is ours to protect!”My body was at war. My muscles were tense, my tendons stretched like bowstrings, and I was sweating profusely. I had her right where I wanted to. Mira was backed against the wall, her back pressed firmly against it. She was breathing rapidly, erratically. I could actually hear the beat of her heart. It was music to me.“Stay back!” Mira yelled, holding up her hands, which were shaking like the leaves on a tree swaying wildly in the wind. “Don’t touch me! I said stop!”And yet, I did not. The connection was like a magnet, and I was sucked in.I pounded my fists on the wall on both sides of her head, caging her in. She gasped at the shock of it, and her eyes went wide at the beast she was seeing.“You…you…” Mira stuttered, and tears filled her defiant eyes.I leaned in close, and I was greeted

Mira’s POV“Mira…” The voice pierced my dream. “Mira… wake up…”I rolled over in my bed, my chest tightening, my sweat breaking out on my skin. The voice didn’t stop. It got louder.“Mira!”I took a deep breath and sat up, my heart thuddling against my ribcage.The air around me seemed off.It was cold, unpleasant and a rough hand on my skin. And then I saw her. At the foot of my bed.I stared at her, my breath caught in my throat.Her dark short hair resting on her shoulders with bright eyes. The dark eyeliner gave her eyes a moon-like sheen in the darkness. “You did well to get into a home,” She breathed. I sat upright. She was real, wearing a long black gown covering her feet. One step from her made me scoot back on my bed until the back of my head bumped against the wooden headboard. “Who are you?” My heart was going crazy, but my voice came out normally. “How did you get into my room?”Her face contorted to a calm smile, but there was nothing friendly in the smile.“You real

Mira's POV I took a step back. “I... I'm sorry.”He took a step forward. I took another back.He looked down at my neck. His nostrils flared. A look of pure raw hunger flashed in his eyes.He leaned in. He inhaled sharply near my throat.“You smell of fear,” he growled. “And something else.”I gulped. I hit the edge of the table. I was trapped.“I'll send the baths to your room,” he said in a low voice. “You must use them.”“Okay,” I squeaked. “I will.”I turned to leave. I needed to get out of there.I saw it then. Dark veined lines creeping up the side of his neck. They pulsed like living things.Suddenly the dagger at my back jerked.It vibrated violently against my spine. It felt like it was trying to tear through the fabric of my dress. It wanted to fly out.I gasped and slapped my right hand behind my back to hold it down.Xavier’s head snapped up.“What is wrong?” he demanded.“Nothing,” I stammered. I pressed harder against the trashing metal. “I just... I feel itchy.”He nod