SYDNEY
We had never found the body that the blood belonged to and all of the workers that were working that day checked out clean after we did thorough background searches on them. Majority of the workers were werewolves and belonged to the pack but a handful was human. The perplexed look on their faces haunted me. It was difficult explaining to them what the writing meant. I simply stuck to it being a prank pulled by a group of deranged teenagers. That was far from the truth though, and every day that past felt like the danger that lurked around every corner only grew.
I feared bringing my pup into our world, more so now that everyone seemed against us. I'd give my life up for my pup and I knew Quade or Victor, or anyone of my pack members would do the same but I didn't want that to happen. I didn't want it to get to reach that point. My pup needed a safe environment to grow up in, one where I could watch him or her grow and flourish. Maybe
SYDNEYStorming out of the front door, I began walking to the back, edging my way into the dark woods that offered me some sort of reprieve. With Quade persistently following me, I knew that peace wouldn't last long. My arousal drifted around me like the sweetest perfume. Being in the woods probably wasn't the most smartest thing to do with the amount of unmated wolves running laps through there. The sweet scent would be like a beacon to them, putting them on autopilot, switching their primal instincts on. They wouldn't care if I was their alpha or not, all they would smell was the potent aroma of my arousal and all they would care about is mating with me, whether I was mated or not."Sydney, wait a fucking minute would you," Quade growled, clutching my arm and whirling me around to face him just as we entered the forest. The second he got a whiff of my scent his eyes flashed a steely silver, "fuck!" His grip on my arm tight
QUADE"That's good, but keep your hands up at all times to protect yourself. If they attack you can always use your arms to protect yourself and spread your feet more so you have some center of balance at least," I instructed the pup sparring with me. He was newly shifted and — because he lacked the decent control — no one wanted to risk sparring with him.I knew if Sydney wasn't about to pop she would have happily trained the pup. She prided herself on her combat skills, completely certain that she could kick my arse if she really wanted to. She probably had the skill too, I definitely didn't put it past her considering her history with arsehole Alphas that unestimated her."I'm tired, can we take a breather?" The pup grumbled, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead. It still surprised me, even after three months in this pack, that everyone respected me as their own. The pup was actually quite fucking thrill
SYDNEYI stood with my hands laced over my belly, my back against Quade's chest, and his hands over mine. Monica and Lana had just arrived and we all wanted to give them the homely welcome they always received. Because this was their home, they were always welcome here. Monica spent more time here than she spent in her own pack. Mom thought it had a lot to do with the fact that she lost her wolf all those years ago."Gracey baby," Monica gushed with enthusiasm, throwing her arms around mom's shoulders and wrapping her legs around her waist, "I missed you."Mom caught her with ease, laughing at the antics of her best friend, "Yeah, Yeah. I missed you too, Mono," she replied between bubbles of laughter.Monica slipped both feet on to the ground, finally letting go of mom and giving my dad a once over, "Daddy Silas," she taunted, shooting him a wink that had my father awkwardly shifting from one
QUADEI had never thought about it before, not until Monica had brought it up and since she did, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Yes, I should be thanking the son of a bitch for his selfless sacrifice but why did he do it in the first place? Why the fuck did he let her go to save me knowing that they could have probably been happy with me gone?Sure, I realized that there was that possibility of her dying with me. Mates usually died after one another. I figured he wasn't willing to risk it even if he knew she was half-human. So why even mark her in the first place? Why the fuck did he go down that road when he found out I was in the picture? He deserved my thanks, yes, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he was fucking selfish before being the self-righteous pain in the arse.I kept my focus on the punching bag in front of me. There was a gym in the packhouse for those who wanted to d
SYDNEY"As far as I know, there are only two ways for his body to end up like that: either another vampire or werewolves," I pointed out, taking a seat behind my desk.In my study with me was Tane, Quade, Victor, my parents, my brother, and Xander. It was a full room but I hadn't stopped there. The moment I entered the pack house I had a conference call set up. The two betas from the packs I had taken over, the head of the hunter's circle, and Tiana and Zephyr were listening in."I'm not seeing what the big problem is," the head of the hunter's circle quipped. He was a middle-aged man with solidified beliefs that couldn't be changed. Therefore, I expected his response, "vampires are blood-sucking vermin anyway. You say we shouldn't kill your kind because you're harmless to humans but they aren't. They deserve to die.""Is this your way of admitting it was you who did this," Zephyr sneered, tak
QUADE "Are you sure this is the right address, mate?" Enzo asked, looking at the piece of paper with my handwriting scrawled on it. We were in Oregon, outside what looked like a fucking strip club. If this place was owned by Dimitri then the fucker was one freaky blood-sucker. They were all disgusting to me but this might have scored him some points if he were alive and I had no mate. By the enthusiasm shimmering in Enzo's eyes, I knew he had just found his little fucking slice of Heaven on Earth. "Wipe the drool off your face, twat," Zen grumbled, hitting him upside the head which caused a lock of Enzo's hair to fall over his forehead. Racking his fingers through his hair, he whistled as one of the girls walked out of the club. I held in my snicker when she whirled on him and shoved her middle finger in his face, cursing him out in what sounded like Spanish. "Stop be
SYDNEY"I'm sorry, it's what she wanted and I couldn't say no," Quade mumbled for the umpteenth time, "she wanted to be with him. If I didn't do it, she would have gotten someone else to."And I understood that. I knew what the need to be with your mate felt like. Being away from Quade for two days left me restless. The thought of Ambrosia living her life without Dimitri sounded like a form of torture I wouldn't even wish upon my worst enemy. Vampires were different from werewolves in that sense. When their chosen mate dies, they had to go on with their immortal life bearing that pain."I know, Quade," I breathed, looking down at the grave we had buried the two in.Dad wanted to bury them with our fallen warriors because they were one of us. We would have waited for Julian's presence but the other wolves were getting uncomfortable with dismembered vampire body parts being kept in the morgue.
QUADEJulian had arrived a few days ago looking like the literal definition of shit. I couldn't blame him. Two people he cared about had died, for him. That must have been a tough pill to swallow. It certainly was one for me when my sister died. I gave him the space he needed. Sydney thought it best to inform him of Ambrosia's death which meant he didn't want to talk to me either way. But things were getting worse as each fucking day passed and we couldn't wait for him to finally wake up from his stupor.This morning news from a pack in Texas had reached us. Some of their patrol wolves had been found dead. There was no trace left behind as to what the fuck had happened to them but I had a feeling they would have told me the same thing Ambrosia did — it was an invisible threat. But that only led me to believe that said threat could mask their scent because even without eyesight, wolves could have used their sense of smell.