My mind was on overdrive as I roughly bonded two long planks of wood together for the new cabin. I was tired, furious and I kept picturing Violet on the night of the fire. That girl has got some damn good acting skills, I really believed her that night, she just looked so genuinely scared for me, and I felt like the biggest fool to have ever listened to her and trusted she wanted to help me. Everything about that night just wouldn’t stop flashing though my mind no matter what I did to try and distract myself. The mood I was in was certainly clear, it must be so evident on my face, as everyone kept their distance and gave me some space. Even when we walked back to camp yesterday, Neither Izzy, Dante or Zach said anything as I stomped along in silence. The urge to tear her apart was bubbling inside of me, and I’d even fantasize about doing it. What she had said was true though, and that’s what worried me even more. My father had been at Caleb’s side for so many years now, his best guard
For two nights we had been doing this, two long exhausting nights, and my enthusiasm for doing this was beginning to fade. Grams kept reminding me to be patient, but that was easy for her to say, she wasn’t the one who’s mind was beginning to feel warped, and her body wasn’t flashing hot and cold. I’d have moments of feeling like I was physically in front of Violet, I could feel the rage, and my body would burn, always leaving me with a thumping migraine. The visions were so clear, I could see the colour of her eyes, smell the earth around me, and feel her neck squeezing in my hands, the way her heart would quicken as she tried to gasp for air. But as soon as I’d come out of those visions, I’d feel as if I was about to keel over from exhaustion. Both nights she had me focusing on Violet and the night of the fire, all the bullying and snide comments she had made throughout the years, and her success in managing to turn the entire pack against me, including Caleb, who no doubt wished he
“That felt easier!”. I said to Dante as I quickly covered myself with a blanket. “You can turn around now”. I told him as he had his back to me, so that he wouldn’t see me naked. “You’re shifting a lot quicker now”. He acknowledged, turning round to face me. “How is your body feeling?” “Umm… I definitely don’t feel as tired, and my legs feel fine”. “That’s great, Raven. Considering how many times you’ve had to shift, you don’t seem fed up yet”. “I’ll take this over the training grams was giving me”. I chuckled as Dante handed me some food he had bought with him. “It might have been exhausting but it’s gotten you to this far”. He pointed out as we both sat next to each other on the grass. “True! Honestly Dante, I really thought it was all a waste of time. I still can’t believe it worked, and I have a wolf now!.... I.have.a.wolf!”. I smiled widely. “And a strong one at that!. Seriously, Raven, your wolf is remarkable”. “Thank you!”. I chirped. “The emotions and the strength I
We crept closely to the border, Dante on my right and Izzy to my left. We had barely left the camp before Izzy came bounding over demanding to know where we were going without her. As soon as I told her, she was insistent on coming, in fact, it wasn’t even up for debate, she was coming, whether we said yes or not. But I liked having her with us, she knew everything there was to know, and she already hated Violet almost as much as I did, and I knew she was doing this for me, and it would pull at my heart strings to feel like I had actually found someone I could call a friend. “It’s quieter today”. Dante observed as we peeped through the trees and looked along the border. “Look…”. I said to them as I pointed toward the palace. “Most of the guards are over there. Why are so many posted at the palace? Have they learned nothing? There’s not near enough guards watching the border!”. I scoffed in disbelief. “Well, we haven’t been here for a few days, perhaps we missed something”. Izzy poin
The following morning as we sat around the camp together eating our breakfast, everyone was mulling over the events of last night. Talking about how the ruckus woke them and how concerned they were with having yet more rogues coming into our camp. It seemed as though, we had to start treating our small piece of safety as an actual piece of pack land. When Dante, Izzy and I had finished our guarding duty early this morning, grams had woken up early and began assigning a rota for several camp members to take in turns with guarding the camp area. She informed us all, that we were to patrol near the treeline in our wolf form, hoping that would be enough to warn any rogues not to approach. Dante had told me that they’ve never had to do anything like this before, and he felt that savage rogues were on the rise. Just as the rest of us were cleaning away the leftovers from breakfast, Zach suddenly let out a growl, loud enough to warn us that strangers were coming. We all gathered closely in
One week later. No one came that night for Violet’s note. But since we had been spying every day, what we did know was that someone did eventually come, we had just frustratingly missed them. Since then, we had decided that each watch would be for four hours, with another group of three coming to the border to take over whilst the others headed back to camp, meaning that any move Violet and her mystery friend made would not be missed again. “What’s with the sudden fascination with that Whitlock pack then Estelle?” Oscar asked curiously as me and grams poured the fresh water we had collected into the shallow well. “We think the men that came here are linked to the attacks that have happened to the Whitlock pack”. She told him. “Ok..”. He shrugged looking confused. “But who cares, what’s that got anything to do with us?” “I came from Whitlock”. I chimed in. “I have people there I care about”. “It also happens to be where I came from too”. Grams admitted. “Sooo, are you saying we
After a night’s rest we continued our journey to the Lundberg pack to see alpha Wayne. We had to travel another thirteen miles before we finally reached a noticeably well-guarded pack. I looked on in awe at the high stone wall that wrapped all around their land with two thick steel gates at the centre. “This is….. something else!”. I said to grams in astonishment. “Why have Whitlock never done this?” “You’d be surprised at how many packs don’t protect their territory as well as this”. “Well then they’re definitely falling short”. “Are you ready to go in?” Grams asked as we walked over to the ten foot high gates, and closing her hand into a fist, she hit it hard enough there times to cause a loud banging that echoed around us. “WHO’S OUT THERE? AND WHY HAVE YOU COME TO LUNDBERG?”. A deep mans voice called out through the gates. “I AM ESTELLE GRAYSON, I AM HERE WITH MY GRANDDAUGHTER, RAVEN HANSLEY. I HAVE COME TO SPEAK TO YOUR ALPHA, HE KNOWS WHO I AM”. She shouted back. “ONE
I decided to take a little walk around Alpha Wayne’s land after digesting the information from hat book. With it still clutched in my hand, I walked past some of the pretty houses as his people greeted me politely any time they passed me. ‘This would have been a good pack to runaway to’ I thought to myself as I thought back to when Addison tried to have me kicked out of Whitlock, and how much things have changed since then. Back then, I always thought of myself as quite stubborn, and at times, a little hardheaded. But now… Now I was that and more! I was even more determined to not let anyone look down their noses at me or make me feel any less worthy. After all these years, I thought I was so unlucky to have never shifted, only for it to turn out that, I had a wolf all along and it was the most fierce and desired wolf in all of our werewolf history. “Have you read the book yet?” Alpha Wayne asked as he walked over to me, tearing me away from my deep thoughts. “I have… it’s…. it wa