HUNTER’s POV I sit in the darkened office of Tim’s Pharmacy and stare into the eyes of the man who killed my father. There is fear in his dull brown eyes. But it is a fear that has come too late. He rubs his palms together, begging for mercy on his knees as Liam, my Beta hangs him by his shoulder blades. I trust Liam with my life, he has stuck by my side ever since we were children. We’re pretty much blood brothers though we look nothing alike. Liam wears his light brown hair sleeked back and tied up in a little ponytail and has the build of a Greek god. Even as he extends a claw at Tim, Liam towers over the trembling man. “Please, I have a wife and a kid,” Tim begs with a quivering voice. I lean forward from the worn-out plastic stool that I sit on and stroke the man’s pudgy cheeks with my own claws. We of the Storm Riders pack have a special ability; we can shift parts of our body at will without going into full werewolf mode
FREYA’s POVIt’s been less than two hours since Elena’s been gone, but to me, it feels like an eternity has passed. I wonder if she will be able to find any medication for father, but more importantly, I have to wonder if the medication will work at all given the condition that he is in right now.I look at Dylan who is sleeping soundly next to me on my bed. He has kicked off his blanket in his sleep and is drooling all over our pink worn-out mattress. I love my little brother, but I hate his drools. They stink. He’ll probably stink even more when he finds his wolf one day.In the next room, it sounds like father has woken from his sleep and is talking to mother, but I cannot be sure. All I can hear are incoherent sounds coming through the paper-thin wall between our rooms.I stand up from the torn and tattered bed and walk towards the only window in my bedroom, wishing for some fresh air. The room is too stu
ELENA’s POVWhen I was young, probably around three to four, father would perch me on his broad shoulders and run around our little wooden house as I flapped my hands in the air. I’d imagine myself a bird, soaring free and high in the sky.I remember how happy I had been then. My lips would curl up so high they would reach the corners of my eyes. Such was the joy of our simple game. I’d always ask for ‘just one more time’ and though father was weary from work, he never failed to indulge in me. Father worked hard for all of us, and now the time has come for me to take the burden from him.“You?” One of the man from Blood Stone pack laughs. He is probably the leader. An eyebrow arches high as he looks me up and down, not sure what to make of my offer. I guess volunteering is not a common thing.“Yes, take me. Leave my sister alone,” I say with resolute, trying to hide the fear in my voice. From
HUNTER’s POV I stand atop the balcony of my late father’s packhouse overlooking our land. There is a gentle breeze that plays with my hair as I look at the world that lays before me. I lift a hand with an outstretched arm and curl my fingers in, seemingly swallowing the land whole. It is only a matter of time before I claim back what rightfully belongs to the Storm Riders pack. My pack. My father, the late Alpha was one of the most powerful leaders of his time. He was ruthless and his name evoked fear throughout the land. If he asked you to down a bucket of shit, you would do it with a smile, otherwise, not only would you lose your head, your parents and children would lose theirs too and everyone else who is even remotely linked to your name would end up facing the guillotine. But my father never crossed a man, or in our case, a wolf that didn’t deserve it. He played by the rules of the werewolf world. And because
ELENA’s POV I don’t think this is the Alpha’s room. It certainly doesn’t look like one. I had always imagined an Alpha’s room to be adorned with riches and opulence but this one is more like a holding cell of some sort. There is a lone window that has been heavily barred with timber planks leaving just enough space for you to peer out and catch a glimpse of the starry night, but not enough for you to stick a hand out to signal for help. Help. That is something I desperately need right now, but who would come? Who would step into this hellhole and free us all? No one. There will be no help. There is only one piece of furniture in this cold and unforgiving room. The four-poster bed, but it gives me no solace for I know the crimes that have been committed on these beautiful white linen. I can hear the ghostly echoes of the omegas who came here before me as their hopes and dreams were stripped away from them and thrown into an eternal abyss of da
HUNTER’s POVThe Blood Stone pack had always been a notorious one, but of late, with the Alpha King of the North dead, they have become even worse. In a desperate bid to claim the now vacant throne, Clyde has taken countless lives, many of those who were once near and dear to him. My father’s life included. That Alpha is crazy, left unchecked, he will lay waste to all the land.And I for sure will not stand by and let him unleash carnage over what does not belong to him. Father’s death at Clyde’s hand was a wake-up call to me. It is time to put an end to this chaos, once and for all.We leave our land and move under the cover of the night and a cool gust of wind caresses my skin as we finally reach our destination. Clyde’s packhouse looms over us as we crouch hidden in the tall grass. The place is dark, save for a few torched flames that Clyde’s men carry as they patrol the premises.Helios, who i
HUNTER’s POVQuietly I make my way down the long, dark and smokey hallway of the topmost floor. I know Clyde is nearby, I can smell the stench of his wolf even through the smoke. The guy needs a bath. And maybe a full-body scrub too.There are other scents too…Clyde is not alone. I draw my gun, time for a little game of cat and mouse.Two dark figures run across the hallway and I smile. I chase after the men who lurk in the shadows and realize that one of them is trying to corner me.Swiftly, my left foot lashes out and I catch one of the men in the centre of the breastbone. I hear his bones crack as he topples backwards onto the floor. He wheezes and gasps for air as blood drips from his mouth, he may be hurt but it is only a matter of time before his healing factor kicks in. I kneel beside him and gently pat on his head, ready to crack his head when amidst the smoke, another scent catches my attention.The scen
HUNTER’s POV“Doctor, how is she?” I ask the moment Doctor Olcan steps out from behind the dark mahogany door. Doctor Olcan is our pack doctor, he looks at me and pushes the round rimless glass up to the bridge of his crooked nose, silently shaking his wintry white head.I feel my gut clench. Why is he shaking his head?Behind the doctor, I see his nurse tucking in the girl under a thick white comforter. The rays of the breaking dawn stream into the room through the stained glass windows and cast a pale haunting glow on her. Believe me when I say she looks like a sleeping beauty. But I am no prince, and no amount of true love’s kiss can wake her up from the poison that Clyde cursed her with.“I’ve administered the antidote into her and treated her wounds. She’s lucky to still be alive,” the doctor says. The nurse steps out of the room but leaves the door ajar and my eyes linger on the