LOGINApril
The low roaring of the engine wakes me softly.
Opening my eyes, I recognize that I’m sitting in my mom’s truck, tucked in a warm blanket, about to leave the pack in which I grew up, fell in love and was betrayed by it.
I push out a shaky breath just as we pass the statue of my father’s wolf, which was erected to honor my father’s sacrifice for the pack and his Alpha. Touching my chest, I press onto my skin above my heart as it twists painfully in my chest at seeing that it has been completely destroyed. As we pass it with the car, I sit up to look back at the pieces of it shattered on the floor, and my mother sighs sadly.
“This was just mean,” she whispers as she has her eyes still set on the road before us. “And unnecessary. There was no need to drag him into this situation after what he did.”
I blink repeatedly, looking up at her with a heartbroken expression. “I’m so sorry, Mom. Please forgive me.”
If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be banished.
My mother shakes her head, shushing soothingly as she reaches out to caress the top of my head. I can hear her voice heavy with sorrow as she speaks, fighting back her tears. “Don’t worry, my love. Everything will be alright. It’s not me you have to ask for forgiveness. I will always be here for you.”
Her words hurt me badly, but I take comfort in her having my side, even if she doesn’t believe me. Flinching, I reposition myself in my seat, and take a deep breath, waiting for the pain streaming through my body to fade.
“We can start over in a new pack, find a new home and live a good life nonetheless, I’m sure about that.”
She flashes me a smile as we pass the pack’s border, feeling one last tug which makes us go rogue.
We have been driving for hours as heavy raindrops start hitting our windshield.
The car slows down as my mother applies the brakes, wanting to adjust our speed to the weather raging around us. I can feel her helplessness growing as seeing the road clearly is nearly impossible by now.
“Where are we going to stay?” I ask quietly, making her hum.
She activates the higher level of the windshield wiper, squinting her eyes onto the streets. “I don’t know, honey. I thought about finding a cute little pension to settle in for a few days. If we are lucky enough, we can start asking a few Alphas ruling over the packs in the closer vicinity to ask if they would take us in. Otherwise, you don’t have to worry, either. I have enough saved up to keep it going for a few weeks until we find a job and maybe a cozy apartment in town.”
My heart squeezes in my chest as she turns towards me with a smile.
She needs to change a lot as if she doesn’t want to hurt me more, otherwise I will die.
“Mom!” I scream as suddenly a dark shadow moves, getting right into our way. She hits the brakes, causing me to fly forward. Whimpering, I clench my teeth as the pressure of the seat belt on my rips makes me black out for a second.
“Sorry,” my mother says quietly, as she looks outside. “But what was that? I didn’t hit it right?”
Pushing out a deep breath, I scoot back into my seat, leaning against the cold leather while closing my eyes. “I don’t know. But it seemed huge.”
“Should I go out and watch if I hit it?” She utters her thoughts out loud, relaxing into her seat while still holding onto the steering wheel. “I wouldn’t want it to die or, even worse, roll over it.”
The silence is only interrupted by the wiping noises of the wipers, scratching over the windshield with a monotonous tune. We stare into the distance spellbound, and I’m just about to say something as I turn towards my mother, seeing a huge wolf charging against our car.
“Mom! Watch out!”I scream as the gigantic rogue slams into us, hitting the car with an enormous force.
The car gets catapulted towards the side of the road, causing it to topple over. I shield myself from the car parts and shattered glass exploding around me and fight to ignore the pain surging through me as my wounds must have reopened.
My mother’s scream rings in my ears as we land in the ditch next to the road, and I cough as I move, cutting myself on the glass sherds lying around. I groan, fighting against the door while the side of my top drenches with fresh blood, streaming out of my wound.
“Mom,” I breathe out as I check if she is doing fine.
“I’m here,” she moves towards me, kicking open the door to get us out of the car.
The raindrops crash heavily on us, drenching us in a cold and uncomfortable wetness, making it hard for us to drag ourselves from the car wreck.
“It’s alright, baby,” my mother continues to whisper comforting phrases to me while we get circled by rogues. “Press this onto your wound.”
She hands me her scarf, and I flinch as I press it on the wound on my waist, cursing Scott internally as I roll back into a ball.
Unfortunately, this is the worst situation possible as the rogues surround us slowly, fletching their teeth while their hungry and crazy eyes set on us as foam already forms at the edges of their mouths. I sense how my mother’s thoughts are running wildly in her head as she is about to construct a plan for our safe escape.
Desperation crawls up my legs, taking my body hostage as I feel so useless as all I can do is whimper while sobbing on the dirty floor.
“Don’t worry. I got this.” She suddenly grabs me, lifting me up, making me scream in pain, and starts running into the forest. “I know it hurts, but them getting us will hurt more.”
I roll myself up into her arms as she manages to outrun the rogues for a few meters before they catch up with us. She lays me back onto the wet ground and turns around to face the rogues.
After taking a few deep breaths, she shifts into her wolf. She assesses the situation, pacing back and forth in front of me before charging against the rogues already coming to attack us.
I would like to get up and help my mother but my body slumps back down powerlessly, and I can’t do anything more than watch her fight against the group of rogues.
Suddenly, it strikes me.
My mom didn’t do anything wrong, and this place is still not too far away from Scott’s pack.
I can beg him to accept my mom back into his pack.
Still harboring this stupid feeling for Scott together with the hope for him, I take out my phone and dial his number, convinced that he is my only chance to save my Mom.
Dear Lovelies Thank you for reading and for your patience while waiting for updates. As you know, I have encountered some health issues that I had to tackle down first. I am slowly getting better, but it takes time. Unfortunately, the stress coming with the exams around the corner led to a bit of a setback, and I had to go to the doctor's to change my medication. With new medication, there comes fear and, more importantly, fatigue, which I am trying hard to cope with. At the same time, I had to lower my dosage of Ritalin intake, which doesn't help at all, but is important for my heart. I hope to adjust to it soon, but even my doctors said not to force it, because it will take a few weeks before it will happen naturally. Two years ago, I lost my uncle because of a heart attack; he was just in his early forties. This broke our hearts and ignited a new fear in our family, but maybe it was also what saved my father's and my life. So that's why I am being extra cautious when it comes t
ScottI know that I have assigned them the rooms to use at their disposal. I know that to secure the most unbiased and in-depth investigation results, we had those quarters locked down.But being led through the hallways of my own pack house as if I were a total stranger doesn’t sit well with me. Watching the broad shoulders of General Alastor while following him, I suppress a tsk at the anger rising in me. There is nearly nobody who is taller than me, not even among the alphas in the strongest packs around mine. I am towering over most of them. Especially over that stopper of alpha Noah. That thought gets me to smirk, but I lose it quickly. Why did they send this guy out of all of them? ‘I don’t think that April is easily impressed only by tallness,’ my wolf wheezes while trying not to laugh too hard. Idiot. Erecting a wall between us because I am tired of his know-it-all demeanor, I roll back my shoulders, concentrating on the general again. Still. I am already pissed that
Scott ‘Who am I to stop you,’ my wolf mocks, commenting on the mantra I am murmuring in my head. Stay away from her. Why are you getting so close to her? Back up! Just when my sense is kicking back in, forcing me to distance myself from her, something flashes up in her eyes. Her irises light up, an unfamiliar color circling in them before disappearing again. Even if I hate to admit it, I have known her for long enough. And this is not her wolf. While my brain is working hard to solve the mystery of where it might come from, I inadvertently inch closer. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, signalling me something unconsciously before she averts her gaze. “You could be honest for once, you know.” The glistering on her lipstick-red lips captures me in a trance, and before I can help it, my hands have already moved. The tingling of the sparks travels up my fingers, spreading on my palms as I hold her chin to get her eyes back on me. ‘This will not end well,’ my wolf
April “Don’t you want to know what was in the bottle?” His question triggers me to look at the jar automatically, spotting the droplets left in it. I feel like it is a trap, but I seem to have long lost the ability to think logically. “What was in the bottle?” I ask, and he grins slyly, stepping closer. He hands me the jar, and I fold my fingers around it, closing it in my fist. It isn't as cold as I would have expected, and I guess that it is the warmth of Scott’s hand left on the glass that is just streaming into my palm. “I gave the original bottle to the lycans,” he whispers, making me look up at him. “To have it tested, so we don’t know for certain. We suspect that it is some kind of benzodiazepine. The brownish color would indicate some street-level quality or that it was contaminated.” “That would explain a lot,” I observe calmly, and I get enraptured by the sparks the pride flashing up in his eyes creates. “Someone did his research right.” I have to suppress a l
April Snatching my wrist, he pulls me back, preventing me from grabbing the doorknob that was just inches within my reach. “The fuck?” he snarls, turning me around, only to make my back hit the wall. “What did you just say?” I stand my ground, ignoring the pain of the impact pulsating up my back, and refuse to squirm in his grip. “That you tortured me and didn’t mind asking for my help even though you knew it would—” “Not that,” he barks, causing the words to get stuck in my throat. “I took advantage of you? While you were obviously not in a conscious state?” I grit my teeth, wanting to disappear through the wall so I could escape him holding me hostage. “That’s not even the worst you have done to me. At least this time, I didn’t have to live through it. No way this is the only thing, in all that I told you that you registered with that fast brain of yours.” “The fuck, April?” he growls, baring his fangs that look like they are growing. “You are not calling me a rapist. You were
April “I beg your fucking pardon?” My hiss makes him flinch, and even if it is barely noticeable, I am hella proud of myself. Taking a step forward, I finally release my fingers, feeling them totally numbed. “You will take that back or I will slash your fucking throat,” I reach him, holding a finger into his face. He laughs, obviously not seeing me as a threat, but I can still see a confusion light up in his eyes. Is he really taken aback by my reaction? These men really don’t use their brains as they used to. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he chuckles, literally causing my blood to swell over at how much it is boiling by now. “What the fuck is wrong with ME?” I gasp, straightening my spine as if it could make him look down at me less. “What the fuck is wrong with YOU?” He is still grinning broadly when he lowers his head, shaking it like I was some deranged, petulant girl. Inhaling, he is about to spit some more bullshit, but I stop him efficiently. “Don’t you
Scott“I can’t believe you did this to April and her mother,” my father mumbles as I pace back and forth in front of him. “And I can’t believe you convinced me not to execute a death sentence for her. She killed my Luna, I should have executed them both,” I shout, growling as I try to keep my wolf fr
April“Oh, April,” my mother starts, making my heart race. “What is it? Did you keep something from me?” I ask her, my voice nearly failing me. She lowers her head, giving me the worst presentiment.“I’m sorry that I never told you, but there was never the right moment to address it,” she starts
AprilThe white light envelopes my mother, making me look at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes with wide eyes. I see the wounds on her body heal quickly, the life returning into her body as she recovers slowly. Happiness streams through me at the thought that she is regaining her senses and
Scott My leg jumps nervously as I’m sitting in one of the cold chairs made of plastic which are affixed to the wall. The sterile hallway of the hospital is full of scurrying nurses, stalking doctors, people visiting with sorrowful expressions hidden behind forced smiles, and patients trying to get a







