"Let's start with basics," Lena squealed rushing to a floor to ceiling window lined with shoes, boots and sandels.
"Oh my Goddess," Serena squeaked holding her hands to her chest. "Casper only ever brought me sneakers and big army style boots. What are those?" She pointed to a pair of shiny black shoes with red soles and a spike protruding from the heel.
"Those, darling, are Laboutin."
"They're beautiful."
"Luna Lucy used to have some," I said frowning at the shoes. They never looked comfortable when Luna wore them and they didn't look comfortable now.
"Those are basics, right? Like they're things I need?" Serena pleaded. Lena shook her head pouting.
"Sorry but basic are those," she pointed at a pair of flat black boots similar to the ones Maddox wore. "Dr Martins."
"I like those," I said. Lena and Serena pouted at me and dragged me into the shop. I was thrown to a stool and ordered to remove my shoes so Len
Maddox's POV Casper stood in the middle of the training hall, feet apart, hands clasped behind his back. Five of my warriors stood to attention behind him. Blake, Lena and I stood to attention in front of him. Serena and Kayla fidgeted in the corner whispering nervously between themselves. "I've watched your men train," he addressed Lena. "They're impressive. You've trained them well." "Thank you, sir," Lena barked. Out of the side of my eye, I watched the corners of her lips raise and her chest puff out. The way her men fought was the thing she was most proud of. "You have a lot of strong warriors. They'll serve us well in the war but we need more." Lena nodded. I had the largest troop of warriors since the White Wolf army. My fighters were renowned for their speed and their strength but Casper was right. They weren't enough. Not when we had no clue what and who we were facing. Whoever the traitors had on their side ha
Kayla's POV Serena fastened the padded training gear around me and strapped my hands into my gloves. Blake grabbed extra crash mats, placing them around the edge of the training square painted in the middle of the hall. My heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy. Serena sparred with me once, back at Paradise. I lasted around three seconds before she knocked me out cold. Izzy had wanted to kill her. Casper gave her hell and for the rest of my time there I was assigned fitness tasks to build my strength. While Casper and Serena sparred I swam or ran through the tide. I had muscles in places I didn't think muscles could grow. I could run for miles. If running away from an attacker was a way to win a war I'd do fine but fighting? Nope. Never in a million years would I be able to fight. "Kill her," Izzy growled pacing in my head. "Go for the throat." "I'm not a wolf, Izzy." I sighed trying to catch my breath, "I don't
Kayla's POVSerena and Lena huddled in front of Maddox's mirrored wardrobe, their makeup spread over a thick white towel to protect the carpet beneath it."This is for base, right?" Serena asked holding up the foundation she bought earlier. "As in my skin?"Lena nodded, her mouth hanging open as she painted her long lashes with jet black mascara."All of it 'cause I don't think this tiny bottle will cover my entire body?""No," Lena laughed, "just your face, here let me show you."Lena grabbed a bouncy, black sponge from the towel and dripped some of Serena's foundation onto the back of her hand. Serena wrinkled her nose as Lena bounced the sponge over her face covering up the natural pink hue of her cheeks.I perched on the edge of Maddox's bed my mind still racing after training. Lena was an amazing warrior. Serena knew three different martial arts. I couldn't even duck a punch but I was su
Maddox's POVCasper smirked as I entered the office for the morning's pre-training meeting."Don't," I warned.Blake sat in the corner, head down. What I could see of his face was red raw. Glitter, as it turns out is harder to remove than anticipated and eyeshadow can actually stain your skin if it's pigmented enough. Lena offered to use more makeup to help us cover it. Blake almost imploded. I had more important things to worry about than dusky purple eyelids. Lena sat by his side, her laughter scarcely suppressed. Blake growled."Well, ladies, let's get things started."We started with discussing training Serena and Kayla, debating who was most important to the cause and who deserved the most time. Both, as white wolves, direct descendent of the Moon Goddess herself, were stronger than any regular wolf. Serena as a descendent of the Royal family was destined to become the strongest living wolf in existence but
Kayla's POV The sun streamed through the white linen curtains, warming my face. The soft mattress cushioned my body. Moments like this made it easy to forget but the war lingered in the back of my mind always there, always waiting to kill the mood. "Enter," I replied to the knock on the door. "Maddox needs you downstairs," Lena told me, grabbing my hand to pull me out of bed. She threw the soft, fluffy pink robe we bought yesterday and lead me down the winding master staircase. People paused to nod and smile as we passed. Although Maddox and I hadn't made it official or completed the mate bond I was their future Luna. "Morning Luna Kayla," Amber grinned she skipped past me with a slice of toast hanging out of her mouth. Maddox swore to protect these people and once I became their Luna I would feel the same sense of duty he did. "Morning," I smiled back. Lena entered the office first, pulling me in behind h
Maddox's POVKayla stood, feet hip-width apart, arms crossed, chin jutting out in defiance. If it wasn't for the sleep ruffled hair sticking out of her head at random angles she'd be almost fearsome. A silence so heavy you could slice it with a knife filled the office."The Lycans will help us," she repeated confidently.Casper shook his head. Lena raised her carefully shaped brows and pursed her lips."She's actually insane," Blake muttered."Kayla," Casper said calmly, taking her tiny hands in his massive bear paws. "The Lycans have never, ever helped werewolves.""But they will now," Kayla insisted.I glanced at the map. It would take us half an hour out of our way but no one else had come up with anything. We needed to protect Casper and Serena at all costs. My pack were fierce warriors but without Blake, Lena and myself they were leaderless. If an attack came Casper's concentration would right
Maddox's POVShadow circled in my mind. Blake and Lena held each other's hands so tight their knuckles glowed."ENTER!" The sound reverberated off the stone walls. My stomach clenched. I inhaled, closed my eyes and pushed the doors open with my eyes closed. The sound of feet shuffling came from behind me.I opened my eyes slowly. Sunlight streamed through tall, stained glass windows, casting a rainbow over the polished stone floor. Intricate tapestries hung from the walls. A red carpet led from the doors to a small set of stairs.The King sat on a large, grey stone chair, his fingers templed together as he looked down at us his head tilted."Mr Mason," He said curtly nodding his head.I stepped forward, "Your Highness.""Last time I checked, I wasn't your King," he sneered. The few Lycans who were gathered in the throne room snickered. I scanned the room. Five Lycans huddled together in
Maddox's POV The room came back into focus slowly. Kayla stood by my side, her tender hand rested on my shoulder, concern etched into her face. Blake and Lena stand behind her, hand in hand. Most of the Lycan's had dissipated into the bowels of the gargantuan stone building. The King hovers at the back of the room chatting with a younger Lycan. This one was different to the rest, leaner and cleaner with clear scar-free skin and slicked back ebony hair. He wore the obligatory black combat pants and t-shirt and clutched a glass of ice water in one hand and a small white box in the other. He turned his attention from his King to me and sauntered over to our group. I remained on the wooden chair that was shoved under me minutes ago my body still too ravaged with agony to stand. "Here," he said, tipping out two white pills from the small box he held. "What are they?" I asked, tracking my thumb over one. "Tyle