-CLEO’S POV- How could I be so stupid? I walked right into a fucking trap. When I called Aunt Sora on the number that she gave me, she pretended to be extremely thrilled and specially requested to see her long-lost niece in Albus City in Washington. I was aware that Blayne would prohibit me from leaving the territory by myself. I didn't want him to be overbearing and smothering which led me to venture alone. Blayne had missions coming up and since we were meeting in a city that was neutral territory, I took the risk under the mistaken impression that these were people who cared about me. Forest Gladiators Pack owned forty percent of Washington and Venomane Krymes possessed thirty percent. Located in the center of the state, Albus City was unclaimed and so anyone could enter. Therefore, I thought that I would meet and greet them and then be back in Dark Wolverson before Blayne returned from his missions. “I warned you, but you never listen to me,” My wolf scowled. “Stop making me
-CLEO’S POV- Run! Cleo, run! Fangrymes Survivor had begun. The gates closed. I sprinted down the dark passageway of the tunnel. Staying ahead of my rivals was vital since I was the number one target. There was a tangible black veil of gloom. A reminder of our date with death. The horrifying sound of ripping flesh resounded through the underground corridor. One, two, three, four different utter shrills and pained howls announced their departure from the land of the living. Speed, strategy, and perseverance. Footsteps were a mere mile away. Their thirst and tenacity for blood clung to the air that surrounded us, coupled with the chilling wails of despair. Musty air, grey brick walls, and dusty rock flooring sharply cut my bare feet. I tried to shift but could not. Wolfsbane mist must have been pumped into the PVC pipes in order for it to percolate into the tunnel from the utilidor to affect us. Luckily, I had a disadvantage over the Omegas. After being marked by the Royal Gamma
-CLEO’S POV- As the tunnel ground quivered from the explosion, hysterical screams filled the air. The omegas panicked and hugged each other. My body swayed like a surfer trying to keep from tumbling over. A gas line had obviously cracked and permeated the tunnel. Dirt particles rained down on us, creating clouds of dust. Only a few grey bricks fell out of place. Were they going to fry us like chicken tenders? The gas odor was so strong that the slightest spark could bake the entire underground channels. Cough! The shaking ceased. Every head turned to look at me. "Check the person next to you and ensure that they are okay. Let me know if anyone is hurt." I ordered. We had to leave the tunnels and at the same time plan for battle. I helped the young blonde to stand on her feet. The bleeding on her forehead halted, slowly healing. I scanned the open space. "We need to move out. There's a gas leak and we don't know what they're planning." My wolf sat on her rear, wagging her ta
-CLEO’S POV- Alpha Vance redirected his lethal glare to Alpha Richard Krymes. Blayne and I stood in an embrace watching the scene. Clinging to his touch was my attempt to placate my nerves. His wolf was on edge because he didn't want me out of his sight or away from him. The Omega participants from Fangrymes huddled in proximity. Other members of the pack, both clothed and naked, drew close to watch the conviction. Anxiety seeped through their pores. It was Krymes' turn to bow to someone, namely, the towering Alpha King. Duke stood tall and broad with a permanent scowl on his otherwise handsome face as he kept a watchful eye on the surrounding wolves. Unclad, Wade ran up to us and bowed his head to deliver the report. “Alpha, all our men are unharmed. Venomane lost three hundred warriors. We got the people out of the underground bunker. Everyone is accounted for and the borders are secure, sir.” “Contain the dead and let their families take care of them. They may hold proper bur
-BLAYNE’S POV- Cleo disappeared into the pack house to request that the Omegas prepare rooming and board for us. All the Krymes spawns were apprehended and placed in the cell. Vance’s order was to eradicate the entire bloodline to ensure that not one of them could create further tyranny or war in the future. The sight of their quivering forms was like fuel to the gorging fire or reprisal that burned within me. The acrid scent of their fear distastefully hung in the air. My judgment was extended to them for allowing one of their own to hurt my Cleo. My wolf wanted their blood, especially since we did not get the opportunity to kill Richard Krymes. My beast was overpowering me now. Ready for a killing spree, here, in their underground rooms. Their gut-wrenching screams reverberated through the underground facility like a horrendous contagion effect. Standing shirtless and in black gym shorts, I looked around the torture room at the bodies before me. Blood flooded the floor, washing
-KEISHA’S POV- My foot pressed the throttle pedal to accelerate on the state highway with the scenic Cascade Mountains in the distance. I was in a hurry. This was an emergency. It was now or never. My pulse quickened from the anxiety. Ten minutes away from Tara’s café. I’m tapping my index fingers on the steering wheel and whistling to the tune of ‘You and I’ by Lady Gaga. Glancing at the time, it was around one o’clock now. The phone screen lit up on the dashboard, chiming ridiculously non-stop. I took it out of the holder. It was Andrew, Duke’s father. Oh, goddess. My breath hitched. Letting it go to voicemail was a better option. I’ll call him back soon. I managed to lose the warriors who were assigned to be my bodyguard. Even knowing how worried they were because I was not at the pack house would not deter me from my goal. I had to be quick about it before going home. Therefore, I drove adequately fast. This was a secret that solely Tara would know and I just might get away
-SIANNA’S POV-“Ugh! I cannot support this!” I argued with cracks between my brows. Contorting a perfectly glamorous face. “Why do you force me?”“Firecat,” My mate extended a hand and helped me from the silver-grey limousine in front of the grandiose hotel at RoseWater Prowlers Pack. “This is no different from when a werewolf rejects his fated mate to be with another who he might choose.”Lightly, I bit my bottom lip because I wanted to be angry at this man. However, the gorgeous sight of his chiseled jaw and nose, lush soft lips, and piercing green eyes that gleamed in delight of my outfit, made it impossible to hold a grudge.He’s been raking his lustful eyes over me since I got dressed for the event. I wore a baby pink floor-length one-shoulder sequin mermaid dress with frills and crystal embellishments that zips up the back and has a long split up to the hip on the left.You’d think that I was naked because of the way he licked his lips a thousand times, with eyes narrowing and n
-SIANNA’S POV-A pin-drop silence hovered throughout the building. Everyone cowered, trembling like they were standing on awfully cold ice, enveloped in trepidation.Vance’s pitch-black eyes search for the grimy, disrespectful Alpha, clenching his fists and ready to wipe the floor with his blood. His nostrils flared, diligently trying to detect his scent. Small stubble of bristling fur began to protrude from his pores. He was about to shift.As his Luna, his lethal aura did not negatively affect me. Instead, it brought me warmth and an urgent need to embrace him. Although to others, it was strangling.Stepping in front of Vance, “Baby, he’s gone.” I palmed his face to eliminate the cold baleful features that settled in his expression with sparks from my touch. Gradually, pristine emerald green swirled into his eyes. My hands dropped to his tensed shoulder blades which abruptly hung loose. To break the ice, I glanced at the slice of sachertorte cake on his plate and coquettishly uttere