I tossed and turned in my bed, the doctor's words echoing in my mind. My heart raced as I contemplated the possibility of suddenly dying because I no longer had a wolf. Dr. Mitchell had said with cold certainty, "A werewolf without its wolf is only living a half-existence. You can't live without y
The rain fell relentlessly against the window, each drop a sharp reminder of the cold reality I had been trying to avoid. Dr. Mitchell had told me to wait on her call, and I was okay after a few days, but it had been weeks now since the last time we spoke. I couldn't shake the fear and anxiety that
Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me. "I didn't expect to see you here, Terry," a familiar voice called out from behind me. I turned, and there was Alex, the Alpha Heir of the Blood Rose Pack. My blood ran cold; his presence was unexpected and unwelcome. It was the first time his pack had entered the tournament, which was surprising considering their reputation for ruthlessness. "Have you given up being an Alpha Heir and finally acknowledged that you would be a worthless Alpha?" I taunted, my voice dripping with disdain.
The weight of my own exhaustion presses down on me like the gravity of a dozen moons. It's unbelievable that I have reached the final rounds; I am currently gasping for air and struggling to regain my composure. My muscles scream in protest as I reach for another swig from the bottle. The cool liquid offers temporary relief, washing away the metallic taste of adrenaline that lingers in my mouth. "Hey," a voice calls out, pulling me from my moment of respite. My gaze snaps up to find Noah, the guy who placed #12, standing before me. I instantly notice his warm, sunny disposition and the way his eyes seem to sparkle like stars whenever he looks at me. It's both endearing and unnerving. "You were really awesome out there." "Uh, thanks." My voice falters, unsure of how to process his compliment. I've never been one to get attention or praise outside of my pack, especially from someone like him. "I didn't think I'd make it this far." "Neither did I," Noah admits, flashing me a disarming
There was applause and cheers as Dr. Mitchell stepped onto the stage to stand next to Terry, her face unreadable behind a professional mask. Everyone knew her as this elite doctor, but I knew her as the doctor who mutilated me. I forced a smile onto my face, joining in with the clapping. I couldn't let anyone know my true feelings. "Congratulations, everyone," Dr. Mitchell said. "You've all fought hard to get here. Now, you have one month to prepare for the final rounds. You'll be living together and training at the academy during that time. But first, return to your packs and gather your belongings for the month ahead. We will reconvene here later for the celebratory banquet." With that, we were dismissed, the sound of excited chatter filling the air as we walked back to the parking lot. I felt a chill run down my spine as Dr. Mitchell's eyes met mine briefly before she turned away to speak with someone else. As we returned to our packs, I couldn't help but feel uneasy about the s
When we did see Dr. Mitchell, I made a scene as if we were arguing, hoping she wouldn't catch on to our plan. Remembering that moment now, I prayed that Terry's wolf would keep his word and protect me from whatever Dr. Mitchell had in store. Upon arriving at the banquet, Alex accompanied me inside as a representative of the Blood Rose Pack. I was wearing a gown that represented the Blood Rose Pack colors, and despite the soreness and bruises on my feet, I wore three-inch heels to complete the look. It felt strange to be all dressed up like this as I tiptoed around to make sure I didn’t trip and fall, but I knew it was expected of the contestants. The organizers of the banquet, former elite warriors of various packs, watched us closely, their gazes lingering on each of the contestants as if we were commodities to be bought and sold. It made me feel uneasy, but I tried to focus on the positive. I was going to have to deal with this for a whole month, so I need to get through it now. "
I couldn't comprehend what Abby was accusing me of, but her anger was evident. She glared at me with eyes full of venom, and for a moment, I thought she might attack me right then and there. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I responded. I could feel the eyes on us, and I was trying to keep my emotions in check. I had no idea who Alex had been dating, only that he'd recently ended things with someone. And now, here was Abby, putting the blame on me for their breakup. It didn't make any sense. I wasn't even aware of their relationship until this very moment. "Out of nowhere, Alex? Really?" Abby spat, her voice laced with bitterness. "You expect me to believe that you just suddenly decided to break up with me? It seems like you traded me in for her." "Abby, it's not what you think." Alex stepped in, his voice calm but firm. He glanced at me briefly before turning back to face her. "Kailani is my sister." I could see the disbelief on Abby's face as she looked between us, tryi
Terry The dimly lit bar, the smell of cheap booze and stale cigarette smoke invaded my nostrils as I downed another shot of whiskey. It burned its way down my throat, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. This was supposed to be a relaxing evening to get my mind off Kailani being at the warrior tryouts until I caught sight of Kailani dancing with Noah. Kailani had an effect on people, especially men. They swarmed around her, drawn in by her beauty and charm like moths to a flame. But they didn’t know her like I knew her. They didn’t know she had hurt her sister. They were all too blind to see her for what she really was: a little liar. The bile rose in my throat, threatening to spill out, as I saw Noah lusting after her. I couldn’t help but intervene, but I only made a fool of myself. I knew I had to do something before I caused a scene. With a final scowl in their direction, I pushed my way through the crowded room, making my way toward the exit. My phone buzzed