Abigail's povI decided that I've had enough turning and rolling around on my bed, and that's when I decided to get up.I wasn't supposed to be this restless, especially after all the activities that went on today. My muscles were a bit sore and took some of Hazel's pain relieving tea to help me heal. I should be fast asleep by now.I was met with a pair of concerned, glowing red eyes, shining down at my soul in the darkness of the room. White. He was probably feeling my restlessness. I reached out for a small lamp beside my bed, turning it on to get a clearer view of my surroundings...since I don't have glowing eyes like a werewolf. White squinted his eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness and I chuckled at his funny facial expression. His ears perked up at the sound of my laughter and he bent down to lick my face."Eeeww! Stop it, you slobbering creature." I giggled as he attacked me with more licks. A few hours ago, this same creature was in tearing demon wolves apart with his ba
Mark's POVI marched alongside fifty of my best Deltas. We were heading towards the Burning woods to get some answers. White wolf or not, there's no way she'd take on all of us that easily.I had three of my Alphas with me, Athena included. Cara wanted to come along, but I gave her a strong disapproval. She was expecting pups and was in no shape to be out on the fighting ground. I would have gone to ask Niolba to tag along, but the dragon hasn't really been himself since his last encounter with Hazel. The last thing I wanted to do was to make him face her again. Not after all those things she said to him."How's she doing?" I asked Athena as she came to walk beside me. I was asking about Cara." Very pissed. She's giving Bruno hell." She said, looking ahead at the direction we were going."We've got bigger things to worry about though." She said, a worried look on her face. I gave her a curious look."You don't think we can take her?" I raised an eyebrow at my sister, earning a scoff
Abigail's povMy vision was blurred with tears and the noises of commotion around me seemed to be fading away, as I knelt down behind White's badly injured body. His wounds didn't seem to be healing and he looked to be in severe pain. His heartbeat was very weak, due to all the blood loss and there was nothing I could do to help him. Benard somehow got away, badly injured too and some of the North claw wolves went in pursuit of him. He was working for my father, that scumbag. They always want to take away anything or anyone that matters to me. He was sent here to probably kill White and capture me. I seethed.I took in a shaky breath, standing up to my full height. I knew what I had to do. I'll end this nonsense, once and for all. I'll find my way to my monster of a father and kill him myself. He has put everyone through enough already and I wasn't going to hide from him anymore."Hey! Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Athena came to stand on front of me, stopping me from going
You deceived me!" Benard snarled at the approaching warlock, Okiro. He was bound in heavy, enchanted chains, his arms spread out on the wall."Don't be ridiculous, Benard! You wanted power and that's what I'm giving you." Okiro casually said to the seething Benard."Power? I barely escaped with my life. The White wolf could have ended me right then and there." Benard hissed again."But he didn't." Okiro deadpanned.Benard looked down at his wounds that were slowly healing. Deep gashes and cuts that were seeping out dark blood. His organs would have easily been ripped out. He began to realize just how strong his opponent was...not like he didn't know before, it just became clearer."I want to be able to kill him." He said with gritted teeth."Patience, Alpha boy! The White wolf is not just any wolf. He taps power from a long, ancestral chain. Eventually, you'll defeat him but you must be patient." Okiro informed him."You were able to get some venom into his system, right?" He asked,
The forest is in disarray.Wildlife at home have now become stray.Smoke and flames rise up from the burning hay.And there's nobody to say if there would be another day. Debris and piles of carcasses are scattered across the bare, bloodied ground, as men who are heavily armed trample upon them. Orders are being yelled out and these orders are being carried out immediately. It was Genocide.These humans were carrying out genocide on species they deem to be unfit to live. They have just finished annihilating a whole pack of werewolves, the only known surviving supernaturals and on the brink of extinction. Pedro Sanchez, the current leader of the genocidal group, "The cut" is standing in the midst of the whole chaos. He had conquered yet another foe. In his tight grip is the head of a dead alpha, bloodied and battered.He raised up the head for all to see, songs of victory filling the air. To Pedro, Victory belongs to the brute.Pedro will always be the brute he needs to be...to conti
Benard's povMy fingers subconsciously played with the rings that had just adorned them. A cloak was resting on my rather lanky frame, weighing me down both figuratively and literally.I had just been made the Alpha of the North claw. One of the strongest, biggest and surviving packs around. I used to be the beta until few weeks ago.News reached us that our Alpha's mate, who was about to finish her customary 2 years medical service to her birth pack, was dead. She was slaughtered along with the rest of the pack in a clear genocidal act. Avery was the best thing that ever happened to our alpha, Nolan Wolf. He was broken... shattered to unfixable bits. He hid himself in his Chambers for days, ashamed of the fact that he hadn't been able to protect his soulmate.I watch my alpha fade away. Succumb to the pain that came with such loss. I watched him drink and cry himself to sleep. I watched him bed endless streams of desperate she-wolves, in an attempt to feel something else. I watched h
Benard's pov"Alpha! The trackers are back. They would like to have a word." A Delta said, approaching me as I sparred with a couple pack members on the pack's training ground.His eyes were cast downwards even as he spoke, and he had a slight tremble in his voice. I gulped the content of a nearby bottle of water, eyeing him.The training ground was filled up with deltas and pack members alike, male and female. No one was too weak to train in North claw pack. The deltas were the warriors and highly trained ones, responsible for everything that has to do with warfare and training of the other pack wolves.A lot of training activities were going on as the stench of sweat and andrenaline filled the air.I finally took slow steps towards the delta before me. My cloak was suddenly wrapped around my shoulders and rings were placed on my fingers. These were the symbol of an Alpha supreme's dominance, think of it like a crown on a king's head. The cloaks were usually made of fur of large ani
Abigail's POV18+ scene ahead... Reader's discretion.My breathing was ragged as I dragged my little sister farther away from that monster. It looked like a very large dog...or wolf?Maria, my little sister was slowing down, making me put in more effort in trying to not get us mauled to death.My eyes were teary and breathing became more labored. Maria was sobbing and calling silently for our mother. Her hands were subconsciously fiddling with the rosary hanging over her neck. I won't let that monster lay a hand on my sister...ever.We were currently in the middle of the woods, running through a maze-like path, constantly meeting dead ends and changing routes hopelessly. The only light guiding us was that of the moon, we weren't even properly clothed for such a bitter experience." I c... can't...go .. further..p.. please Abby." Maria muttered, in between breaths.I was already starting to shake my head furiously, dragging my sister from the muddy ground where she lay in exhaustion."