LOGINRio. I've been stuck in my office in the pack house, chatting with those who have decided to invest in Wolf D. Fortunately, the conversation is going well, and at this rate, we'll be having a physical meeting soon. Just as I'm rounding up my discussion with them, a rap comes on the door. I let the person in, and Pudim appears. He lingers a bit by the door before approaching my desk. There's a piece of paper in his hand. "I see you're busy, alpha." He says, grunting as he takes the seat across from me. "I can spare a minute if you have good news for me." He gives a low chuckle and then hands me the paper he's holding. "That some cheque?" I joke, taking it and unfolding it. "That's what I could gather as Alpha Damon's routine." My breath quickens, excitement bolting through me at the development. Scanning the paper, I read out his routine. "Takes his four-year-old daughter to combat training on Tuesdays around 4:00 PM." "Does jogging every morning along the Sixtmus Avenue o
Veil. "The fuck are you doing?" Hunter hollers as I cling hard to him, fighting a full-body shudder. "I'm hiding. You've got to protect me!" I shriek, my voice shaking. A string of curses ripples from his mouth. I was scared he'd push me off, but to my surprise, he allowed me to hide behind him. I sneak a look from his side, watching the figures advancing on us, silent as death. Where on earth did they come from? Skull heads, is that a thing? With how tense I am, my brain can't process a thing. Hunter reaches for his guns and takes a stance. "I don't fancy surprises like this, creeps," Hunter says, the wind carrying his voice. They keep advancing silently. It's only the wind that announces their presence. "Oh, guess you don't fancy talking, skull heads." Hunter blurts, flicking off his safety. And just like that, he unleashes a flurry of bullets at the five figures advancing toward us. I clap my hands over my ears in fear, feeling myself reacting the usual way I do at the
Veil. Hunter's eyes flare with undiluted rage. He quickly snaps his grip free from mine. Air abandons my lungs at what just happened. "The fuck is your problem, witch!?" He barks as he removes the cigarette from between his lips, that usual darkness in his eyes. I flinch away, lowering my head. "I'm sorry. I thought it was someone else." A humorless chuckle rips from his mouth. "Who'd have thought the witch has a kink for spanking in the cemetery?"What? My eyes flash up to his. Unbelievable. Why would he say such a thing?He continues talking like he didn't just blurt the weirdest thing I've ever heard. "Look, I don't care what your kink is. Just watch out for your partner and don't go about spanking random people." "I don't have whatever kink you think I have." I snap, disgusted by the idea. "Whatever. Just get out." He pulls back the cigarette and resumes inhaling and puffing it out without a care in the world. I watch his broad back, my legs unwilling to move. Hunter is e
Veil. It takes the help of Evoc, the old man who takes care of the cemetery, to find my mother's grave. I feel a certain kind of calm settle over me as I lay my eyes on the grave, and then the feeling quickly morphs into pain and sorrow. "Gotta leave it to you, kid." Evoc splutters and quietly limps away, the cane supporting his movement as his left leg is broken. The moment he disappears from sight, the first tear slips down my cheek. Goddess, that heart squeeze is unbearable. The sorrow is crushing. I don't know how I managed to stay put together since I returned to the pack without coming here. I miss my mom. Automatically, my knees buckle. I kneel before the grave, my fingers scraping over it after I drop the flowers. Her name 'Commander, Lady Nightsaw," is written on the gravestone with her portrait. "M-mom." My voice cracks, and without warning, the sob ratchets off my gut, splitting the air. "I miss you, mom." My head bends to the gravestone, tears now rushing down my
Veil. I expected Gilly to disagree with my offer to team up and find the moonstone. Much to my surprise, Gilly is a hundred percent willing to embark on this journey with me. She believes it's time my innocence is proven. Of course, she was a little disappointed that I attempted to escape from the pack without informing her. I felt really bad. I somewhat betrayed her trust, but we've buried the hatchet. We've moved on to the next agenda, and for two days we've been restlessly researching, reading books, and surfing the internet to find out places where the moonstone can be kept. It appears the energy the moonstone carries makes it impossible to keep it anywhere. We're yet to determine the kind of places the moonstone can be kept, and when we do, we'll be hunting for it in places like that. Today is Gilly's day off, and she's gone to meet her father and his new family while I'm working in the pack house, cleaning hurriedly because I have somewhere I need to be. Sweat pours from
Veil. I stir awake, realizing I'm back in my bedroom. I'm not surprised. I remember Rio and Pudim bringing me down from the saltire I hung on all night long. Goddess, my limbs are already screaming in pain, I can't move them. Hunter really punished me. When he brought his men in, my heart left my chest. I thought they were going to ràpe me like Ryder does. It's fortunate things didn't turn out like I feared. Whatever made him change his mind and flee from the room, I'll forever be grateful to that."I bet you're regretting being back here." The bass voice startles me, and I wrench my eyes from the ceiling to my left-hand side.There he is, Rio, swinging on the armchair back and forth. No smile lingers on his face. Beady eyes narrowed.I force myself up on the bed, turning to him cautiously. Heavens, I know he's seething with anger now.My intention was to flee to Nariah and start a new life. I never thought the plan would flop. Never thought I'd see him again, so, of course, I did
Veil. The overlapping voices of the servants rattle the ambiance of the kitchen. They're all discussing the fight earlier, admiration clear in their tones. Apparently, this isn't the first time such a fight has occurred in the pack house. It's recurrent, and always as bloody. I refrain from join
Hunter. The rebellious brother. That's what people call me because I don't follow rules. I never have. I never will. Rules are made for the oppressed. The poor. Never for the elites. The pack expects that term to shame me; unfortunately, I bask in it. If any of them grew up the way I did, being
Veil. “You're awake, finally.” The baritone voice slams through me as I pop my eyes open, groaning at the intense pain I feel going through me. A look around the place shows I'm in a hospital. Again? What's with me and getting stuck in a hospital? Seriously, I'm beginning to dread the idea of i
Veil.Tears rush down my face in a frenzy. There's nothing gentle about the way he's taking me. His thrusts are deep, brutal. It severs my grip on control, and I'm left a wailing mess. Quin's beast is lost in the throes of pleasure. It's evident in the powerful slam of his hips on mine, the leng







