*Ingrid* Am I prepared for this? Stone's question bounces through my mind, playing on a loop. 'We can do this Ingrid, we can take Quinn. You, me, and our powers? You know we can take his whole pack out with just the three of us. Stone knows nothing about me or the thing that lurks in the shadows.' Jules says encouraging me. 'Jules, we don't really know enough about the shadow or what he is. I don't even have a good handle on my powers. I could hurt someone from out pack. We can't risk that... But you are right. If this is what Stone wants to do then this is the way we have to do it.' Having made up my mind I speak out to answer Stone, "Fight you to the death for the Grey Ridge Pack? Absolutely. For my mate to not be harmed? Yes. I'm prepared for that Stone." I can hear the whispers swirling around me, Stone's pack members wondering why he's even trying to humor me. They think he will rip me apart since I don't "have a wolf." Seems like Stone threatened Ezra and the other men who
*Willow* If this fucking inbred stupid little bitch thinks that she can disrespect my Alpha In front of our whole pack she has another thing coming. I’ve hated her since the moment my father brought her home, clinging to him, covered in blood, screaming bloody murder. We had been just fine without her, him and I. It was few years after my mom died in the rogue attack, dad and Alpha Stone were following a trail on the rest of the rogues who attacked us. Hours later he came bounding in the front door Stone hot on his tail with Ingrid wrapped around him screaming like she was on fire. Ever since he brought her home I’ve always felt second best to her, dad paid her more attention, babied her every step of the way. Everything he did just made my hate grow into something uncontrollable, so I set out to make her as miserable as possible. Hoping she would tuck tail and get the fuck out of my life. Although I never suspected it would come to this, I never thought Alpha Stone would try to
*Ingrid* It felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares. The ones where you have to run, run until your lungs feel like they may burst right inside your chest. But you just can't seem to make your body move fast enough. I know I'm close to overheating, pushing my body to far way to fast. The sunlight beating down from the sky is burning my skin. Hot. Bright. All-consuming. My legs burn with the intensity of this stupid three day trek across the mountains and into the forest, but they seem to move slower and slower as I try to fight my way through the dense terrain. My body wanted me to give up completely, but I have come so far already and there was no freaking way I could stop now that I'm almost there. This journey is imperative to my survial. I just hope I make it before my body decides to gives out. The only time I've stopped to high up in a tree they almost caught me. I had to wait hours curled up on a branch barley moving before they moved onto another se
*Quinn* I was ninety-nine percent sure I was actually losing my mind. The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was sitting right at the edge of our protected lands staring into the forest. Somewhere I hardly ever ventured unless it was needed. But the intense pull that I felt to this piece of the land today made it extremely hard to stay away, even if I didn't know the cause for the pull. So I've been laying here in the field for hours, just enjoying the sunshine. Staring into the forest at all of the different animals wondering about through our land, basking in the scorching heat from the day. Waiting for whatever reason I've been pulled here to come to light. And the second reason, I was almost positive that I could hear at least a dozen sets of feet hitting the earths floor coming straight towards our land. At that thought my brain finally snapped out of it's internal fog. Fuck. This is why I'm here, this is why I felt the pull to be here so strongly today. This ha
*Ingrid* The enormous black wolf lunges straight over my head, crouching down in front of me. Letting out a growl so deep from within his chest it shakes the ground beneath my feet. I fall back onto my butt, scared out of my freaking mind, I crouch down behind this menacing wolf thats trying to protect me. All I can do is thank the Goddess it was aimed at the men who were chasing me and not towards me. I could feel the anger pouring off of Alpha Quinn, seeping into the air. "Alpha Quinn, my name is Ezra. I'm a warrior for the Black Ridge Pack. The girl belongs with us, she is the daughter of our Beta Donovan. She is meant to be Alpha Stone's next mate by the full moon in two weeks." Abso-fucking-lutely not. No, I wasn't. At Ezra's words a sudden anger takes over my body, clouding around me and trying to pull me under. I can't shift and try to attack them. I can feel the fast beating of my heart and the high-pitched hum of blood in my ears. Anger racking over every inch of my bod
*Quinn* Ingrid's wolf stalks forward, every muscle in her body taut like a predator about to pounce on the prey.'Her wolf, that isn't possible.' My wolf Maddox says, and he's right. It's not possible. The legends about white wolves are just that. Legends. Myths. They go back further than anyone knows, but I've never seen one or met anyone that has come into contact with a white wolf. I never would of thought the stories were true, but here I am, seeing it with my own eyes. So how is this possible? Ezra said she is suppose to be a Beta's daughter? With the size of her wolf there is no fucking way that is accurate. She's got alpha blood running through her veins, I have no doubt about that. Who the fuck is this woman that is my mate? 'Doesn't matter, she's our mate Quinn. And I can't wait to get her wolf to come out and play.' Maddox snaps. 'Oh calm down Maddox. I was just wondering what the hell is going on here.' Howls resounding through the forest breaks me out of the argumen
*Ingrid* As I lay in bed curled up next to Quinn one thought kept rampaging through my head. I can't say for certain when the idea of killing Alpha Stone first crossed my mind. It could of been the night that father first told me Stone intended to take me as a mate, it could of been when I learned that they had been poisoning me, or it could of been when Ezra threatened that they would come for they Grey Ridge Pack. For a while now, nothing has seemed real. Could I kill him and anyone else who dared to stand between us? Random memories keep flash through my mind of Father and I many years ago, laughing and chasing eachother through the house. I was young and carefree, I was also a major daddy's girl. Everything changed when I first shifted, father stopped spending time with me and basically went out of his way to avoid me. But I still kept asking myself if I truly believed that the man who I thought loved me could be capable of hurting me? The idea has sat in the back of my hea
*Quinn* Every piece of research I've come across hasn't brought me any closer into figuring out where Ingrid really comes from. There's absolutley nothing along the lines of missing children from the year that she was born that look even remotley like Ingrid, no adoptions records, and no records of her being born into the Black Ridge Pack. The story that Ingrid has been told her whole life was that her mother Laura died giving birth to her, but the records indicate that Laura died in a rogue attack two years before Ingrid was even born. Her Alpha and father have hidden and lied to her about every aspect of her life, including about Jules being sick. When I told Ingrid the possibility of them drugging her because of her wolf being different I could see everything shifting into place in her mind. I don't think she could actually fathom before that her father would willingly maliciously hurt her. Stone had told her that Jules was sick and the injections were to keep them both safe, b