“How sure are you?”Sandy, Clara’s mate, is a senior soldier in the pack and he looks tense. The whole room is filled with people. Aside from the people of the Midnight Wolves pack, everyone is here. Lucas is silent, standing at the back, his eyes burning. He’s looking at me but he’s not once uttered a word since he came in.I’m trying not to look at him because every time I do, I think back to Malcolm’s words.Now that I know what’s going on, I thought it would ease some of the pain but the wounds his actions have left inside of me are showing no signs of easing. “Here,” I hand over the torn part of the uniform which holds the insignia. “I took this off one of the bodies. All of them had a similar one one on their arms.”“So, they’re watching you,” Wyatt says, warily. “Why?”“They’ve attacked me three times so far,” I say, tightly. “This is no longer coincidence. They’re definitely not the Hunters we are looking for. These people are different. I've asked ar
The look on my face is blank.Never again will I make myself vulnerable to someone else.“Is that so?” I ask, softly.He just arches an arrogant brow.“Alright,” I turn my attention away from him to the two wolves from the Midnight Wolves Pack, “Since my mate is so incompetent, I am putting you two on that duty. Two days. You have two days to figure out the patterns and look for any holes in their defence.”The two shifters look almost stunned at my cool dismissal of Lucas and they bob their heads up and down in quick agreement.“Wyatt, I would like two of your soldiers to assist them. And, since it seems that you are more than welcome by the townspeople because you’re a healer, maybe you can find out more information about this Taskforce.” I can see Lucas bristling near the door but I ignore him, “Sandy, Clara, I want to talk to you in private. Come to my room later.”Everybody begins to file out of the room but I see that Lucas hasn't moved.Readying mysel
I was already aware that they had been an attempt to poison my child.But that had happened back at the den.And then it had been both Kayla and Samantha who had told me that I had been poisoned again. So I'm not really surprised. Angry? Yes. Surprised? Not really.I already have a strong suspicion as to who it could be. But right now, Carmine is very well protected. However, it does confuse me because she Clara makes sure she brings me my food herself. Nobody goes near my food but her. She prepares her plate with mine so that no one gets suspicious. So how is the poison being given to me?The only other times I’ve eaten or drank something has been… I freeze.It’s been in Samantha’s home.Despite my sudden suspicion, I try not to reveal it. Why would Samantha try to poison me? And if she did poison me, why would she try to save me? It doesn't make sense. I am the only friend she has right now. And she has no reason to bear any animosity towards me.
The next meeting does not include Lucas.It is a deliberate choice and while I can sense the wariness in my own people, I can also see the relief in their eyes. Lucas's behavior has flummoxed all of them. He’s gone from a loving and devoted Alpha mate to this cold, arrogant man who is ignoring his pregnant mate and shacking up with the woman who has threatened to destroy our pack.“Rock, Phil, what do you have?”Both men have pale faces, “An underground room. Filled with people. The Bores brothers are holding people hostage. We didn't get to see much because I think they noticed our presence. There are a lot of people and I don't think all of them how are from this town. There were children in there as well.”My mind goes to the large crates I saw being wheeled into the mayors mansion, where I had seen a human arm poke out, desperately.We've seen no signs of the hunters that we are looking for and at this point, I am inclined to believe that they're working with the may
Childbirth is not an easy process.Despite my suspicions of Samantha, she and Clara get me through it.The pain is horrendous but five hours later, my body battered and sweaty, I’m holding a small infant in my arms, wrapped in a blue cloth. Samantha’s eyes are filled with tears. Seeing the tears in the eyes of the hardened woman makes me feel a little emotional.However, we leave soon enough.I don’t wait for time to recover from the birth. A part of the reason is selfish. There’s a flicker of hope inside of me that maybe if Lucas sees his son, he will somehow snap out of whatever spell he is under. However that doesn’t happen.He is waiting for me when I walk in, carrying the small bundle.“What happened to you?” He demands but I’m too worn out to reply. “Where have you been?”It’s Clara who says instead, “She went into early labor last evening.”At Lucas’s stunned look, Clara gestures towards the child I’m holding and Lucas staggers forward.I see him l
We don’t put up a fight.I am still weak from child birth so I can't even protest when they drag my roughly through a marbled mansion into a dimly lit dungeon which reeks of blood and other bodily fluids. My stomach threatens to churn.Wyatt looks pale and I feel bad for the gentle natured healer.We spent the whole of last night planning out this infiltration. Once again, Lucas hadn’t been part of the discussion. Sandy had expressed some concern over what to tell Lucas when he noticed I was missing but I had just shaken my head.“He won’t,” Had been my words, my tone carefully unbothered.Lucas has seemingly forgotten everything aside from Carmine. I still don't fully understand why a half witch would try to take Lucas away from me. I can only come to two different conclusions. Either the reason behind Carmine’s constant confidence when it came to obtaining Lucas had stemmed from the fact that she knew a half witch, or the Order is behind this, trying to put a divide be
A slow horror fills me, “Who are-?”“They come and go,” The man tells me and I can hear the weariness in his words. “Some give in. Some fight back. Some, like me, are used.”For a moment, he sounds almost lucid and then he begins humming that haunting tune under his breath.My mouth feels dry and I remember something important.My father.When I had once hovered between the land of life and death, the memory of that time and the words spoken to me have returned to me over the next few months. I know the Order has my father. I know he’s still alive.Is he here?My heart pounds wildly, “Ah, my - do you know if someone from the Clear Mountain Clan was brought in here?”I hear a sudden laugh.It screams of insanity and rage.I try to ask again but the man just keeps laughing.“Hello?!” I decide to take my chances and call out. Maybe someone else will hear me.“Don't bother with them,” The man suddenly says. “I've become used to the poison. They haven't.
I freeze at his words, “What?”He winks at me, grinning, “The Alpha, sweetheart. All you women are just the same. A few sweet words and you're so easily convinced. I worry about your pack. Having a leader like you? One who just walks into a dangerous situation so recklessly.”He crouches down in front of me, his face level with mine, “But then, I guess I should blame your reckless behavior on your mate. You know, the one who can barely stand to touch you?”My jaw tightens, “You’re working with the Hunters?”“The Hunters?” Wyatt lifts a brow. “That was just an excuse to bring you here.”“So, you killed -““If you're going to ask me if I killed Carmine’s father, no I didn’t. That was a sweet coincidence. But, I did manipulate the video feed to show one of those men dropping the weapon. We planted that ourselves. There are no Hunters. Hunters went extinct centuries ago. I had been planning to launch a full-scale attack against your pack using my men disguised as Hunters