A frantic patter of footsteps interrupted the grey silence. I knew it was Hope. I leaned back against the cool concrete wall and braced myself for fury. My arms rested on top of my knees as I got used to the shitty little metal bed. “Cal!” I am immediately glad for the silver bars. Not just because she is wearing that clinging black catsuit that shows off every curve, but because her amber eyes are glowing with fury. She looks magnificent, even when she’s angry. Plus, her beautifully freckled cheeks are glowing bright red at the fact I’m in here wearing just a pair of black briefs. Clothing, blankets, or any other fabric could be used to mess with the silver bars. So her eyes are all over every inch of my bare skin, and the temperature feels like it’s shot up a few degrees.Reu had hissed he was being kind, leaving me with underwear when he slammed the cell door shut. So now I am trapped like a zoo exhibit, with Hope’s eyes raking dangerously over every inch of me.Seeing as the fu
Angry doesn’t cover it. I’m so fucking disappointed. The man who masterminded the sweetest, kindest gesture I’ve ever known is the same chump who goes bickering with the Alpha over something he doesn't even want?It is my turn to stride down the corridors with a vengeance. As the full moon approaches its peak most people choose to take an early night. They're all couples anyway apart from Ervin and Vera. Why do they even bother with the tea.No early night for me, I'm too het up. My dramatic stomping only leads me to the bathrooms. The tea finally gets the better of me, and I am sick as a dog.The lights are starting to dim down, settling into the orange nighttime mode. There isn’t a sound anywhere. If anyone is enjoying the pleasures of the Freeze, they must have soundproofed their room. These old fossils seem completely against the idea of actually listening to their wolves. If I listened to my wolf I’d be nursing some silver burns now.I brush my teeth and get a shower, painfully
Along with everyone else, I drag my mattress into the Black Space. Once more, the huge bodyguard and Sven are humping the speaker system into place, setting up the generator. I help Brody and Sven with hanging the black curtains that help to dull out the final shades of vision.I keep my head down. There are no further clashes with Quinn, thankfully. Not that the silly woman realises I’m trying to save her neck. If the wrong person hears her calling me a whore again I don’t know what might happen. I stare at the note every night. Angel. I'm nobody's angel.Her face is a permanently macabre landscape of bubbling ridges, forming a permanently foul smile. She stands with Raze, her braids hanging low to try and disguise her scars as he talks through a checklist. Climbing the ladder, all I can feel is his eyes on my hips.I thought it was his eyes anyway. I turn around quickly and see nobody looking. Paranoia kicking in, perhaps. Full moon edginess. Except when I turn around, there it is
I stand with my mouth hanging open like a fool.Which is exactly what I am. Ryan. Hope’s mate. The reason Brody was so familiar to me this whole time, his blonde hair and brown eyes are so alike to Ryan. Brody having a beard had been enough to fool me, but not now. I see the annoyance, guilt, and worry all over his tufted, lying little face. Like a rat.“Oh shit,” Brody stammers, “It’s not what you think, Ryan isn’t one of us. He’s not a Rogue-”“Don’t lie to me, Brody,” I snapped. “You’re brothers, you're in this togrther.”In their shared cell, my old prison, rhe two of them were eerily similar. Brody had whipped his black shirt off, using it to wipe the blood from his slashes. Ryan wore grey jeans and a black shirt. Stood so casually it made my blood boil.Ryan flashed me smile and widened his arms. “Mireille, It’s been a while -"“Are you kidding me? My family gave you shelter, looked after you when you asked to stay!” His pretence of a smile shrank. Instead of a rat, his dark g
I didn’t get a minute of sleep. My mind swung between lustful thoughts of Hope and rage-filled terrors of ripping the blonde, leaden lump Ervin to shreds. I am not fit to be underground during the full moon, it turns me into a deranged pendulum of emotions.When Hope said Ervin had a skeleton key my stomach sank, replaced by fury. Quelling the anger bubbling away inside is a losing battle. How dare he approach her like that. I’m doing my level best to not ruin everything for her. Holier-than-thou light worshipping little bastard he is. He's a fucking fraud.My hands are burned on the silver bars half a dozen more times during the night as I pace the floor. The snacks and books I snuck in don’t even get looked at. It is impossible to concentrate on anything other than Hope.I need unlocking, I need to sprint to her room and make sure, now the full moon has ebbed away that she is safe. I have control of myself again, my wolf has simmered back down to merely being infatuated. I can be
After Vera interrupted my shower during the full moon, I hid. I locked my door until hunger made me roam the empty corridors late at night. I don't want to see her, or anyone, really. Her threats replay in my head.She knows I’ve been to see Sol. I should tell Elvie what I’ve discovered. But then Vera will just wreck my life with rumours about Cal. Rumours that are inches away from being true.I pace the room, despising every single beige tone. Everything here is designed to make me relax. It just increases my irritation. I want something to smash, but there is nothing worth hurling.Out of options, I head to the little library. Numbly, dressed in only my little pyjama shirt and shorts, I start work on a new portrait. It’s not my mother, though. Soft brown curls tumbling over a broad, strong forehead, barely reaching a pair of dark eyebrows.A firm jaw, one I had thought too severe at first. Or too cocky, but now only looks handsome in my eyes. Like it needs my hand placing against
I spend a pointless few weeks after the second full moon trying to read the outlines of various men’s chests under their clothing. The darkness of my dreams allowed me to relive the sensation of his kiss. How the huge, warm frame of the man inside me tensed before finally relaxing and returning my affection with hot, hungry passion. Unfortunately, just like my dreams, I still woke up alone and clueless. Disappearing into the dark as before, he tapped me three times before vanishing. Too strong for me to hold onto as much as I tried.There isn't much else to do, but daydream now, the boiler is safe. Might as well try and rule out some of the men it can’t be. I had thought the tension would wind down after the full moon, but it’s still there. Conversations are stilted, friendships being tested. I’ve walked past two more brawls in the past week. Fingers are being chopped off by Raze for multiple offences. Raze appears to have relaxed the ban on moonshine, though, judging by the stench
The third full moon has landed. For once I have my emotions in check. I’ve been drinking that vile tea since the lights came on for breakfast. I’m not being locked up again.“Looks like you’re afraid of not controlling yourself Cal,” Vera purred, taking a seat opposite me. I grimaced and placed the half-empty cup back on the table. She sat, passing me a bowl of porridge and dried fruit she’d decided to fetch me. I didn’t ask for it. When I didn’t answer, she batted her eyelashes and topped up her flirting with, "Wouldn't have thought that was an issue for you.""Thank you for the food." Is the best reply I can muster.I’ll never eat a fucking sultana again after this winter. They’re never-ending down here. I want fresh fish, caught by my own hand but too much of that thinking will leave me frustrated. Tonight I am calm. Placid. In control.“Hey, you okay, seem a bit out of it over there?” Vera smiles, placing her small hand on top of mine. I try not to flinch away, I still need her