She felt as she had the first time she got to the house — dejected, hopeless, the crushing feeling of loneliness threatening to squeeze her heart to a mute stop. She paced the cramped room, sat on the too-small bed, and got back up in what was a mixture of confusion and frustration. Lumos sat in a corner of the room, napping. It occurred to her that at some point she would need to sleep, too, to rest her body and mind, but with the way her mind ran wild with thoughts, she knew that would be impossible. After a few hours, the weak light of dawn came into the room in dull slants."Morning," she said under her breath, realizing that Arielle would soon come for her.And she was right, in a few minutes, the door swung open and Arielle — her face sagging and worn out, her disposition irritatable — walked in. Claudine could see that she was in trouble. She stumbled to her feet to face her elder foster sister."G-good morning, Arielle," she said.Arielle simply nodded — a gesture more of
The air in the warehouse was taut with tension, apprehension palpable in the disposition of all present. Reid — flustered and frustrated — paced the floors of the warehouse, from wall to wall, his head tossed upwards, as if he was imploring some deity. Moss and Keeran, both still exhausted from the rigors of battle, sat on the ground, their backs against the wall. Other wolves sat on the ground, too, in various stages of injuries, nursing their wounds."Fuck!" Reid suddenly let out, punching the wall, his fist cracking going through it, mortar and dust sprinkling to the ground.The noise from his punch gave everyone a start, and they fixed their eyes on him."We had everything planned out," he said again, his breath shallow. "Every single damn thing, and now this."Keeran got on his feet, padded over to where Reid stood leaning against the wall and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezed gently."Be calm, Alpha. We did our best," he said. "There's no need to have regrets. We can always
At first when she opened her eyes, she did not know where she was. She ached all over, every single muscle in her body that could ache ached, but her head most especially — it seemed like there was a battle ground inside her skull two opposing factions were warring bitterly. She grunted as she shifted, trying to make sense of where she was. Slowly, painfully, she managed to sit up, and it occurred to her that she was in the outhouse. The stench of blood was still in the air, and her memories came back in bright and obscene flashes — Arielle taking off Lumos's head, the spurt of blood, the physical exertion it had taken to clean the room."Ohh, no," she said to herself as she straightened up."Ahh, ahh, ahh," she heard a familiar voice. "Look who's awake."She saw Angelo's wiry frame make it into the room, a smug smile on his face. He must have been standing outside all the while."Girl, you look terrible," he said to her, and Claudine could tell, by the look of disgust on his face, a l
Several days had passed since the Blackmoon pack faced the brutal attack from the Bluefur pack, and while a semblance of normalcy crept back in, the weight of that fateful night clung to Denzel's every breath. He secluded himself in his room, neither eating nor emerging. Even Nira, with all her influence, couldn't sway him. Respecting his solitude, she turned her attention to aiding Ronald and Cordelia in the daunting task of leading the pack in the alpha's absence. Though not their Luna, they obeyed her nonetheless."Terry, hands off," Nira warned Terry, halting his attempt to sneak away with a piece of meat.Terry, a handsome guy, dropped the pilfered meat. "I'm starving," he protested."When are you not hungry, Terry?" Nira retorted, rolling her eyes."Seriously, Terry, your appetite is relentless," Ronald chimed in, playfully smacking Terry's stomach as he made his way to the mini bar."Are you guys calling me a glutton?" Terry asked, a mock offense in his tone."Worse," Cordelia
The Blackmoon pack's celebration unfolded through the night, lingering until the first rays of dawn. As the sun timidly peeked from behind clouds, a serene slumber embraced the pack. Bodies were sprawled across sofas and littered on the floor, a testament to the night's revelry. In the midst of this quiet aftermath, Denzel and Nira remained awake, perched on the front porch, engaged in conversation while witnessing the sunrise together.“Something intriguing occurred at the founder's ball,” Denzel shared.“Many intriguing things happened that night, Denzel,” Nira responded. “You'll have to be more specific.”“I'm referring to when I carried you in my arms, fleeing from the police,” Denzel recounted.“Ah, that moment. What about it?”“Well, I caught a hint of mate scent in the air,” Denzel revealed. “I believe my mate was present at the ball. Yet, when I glanced back, she was masked. Ezrianna was with her—I could sense her witchy fragrance.”“That's good news, Denzel. Maybe Ezrianna ca
Ariella was in disbelief—Denzel was mated to Claudine. "No, this can't be," she exclaimed. "Claudine cannot be Alpha Denzel's mate; it's impossible.""Why?" Denzel asked."Because I'm superior to her.""And if you are?""Then, logically, I should be your mate. She's not worthy of you."“The moon goddess knows best,” Denzel said, his brows furrowing.“Claudine, tell him you refuse him,” Ariella turned to Claudine. “Tell him right now!”“What? I can't do that,” Claudine said, looking bewildered. “I can't refuse my mate.”“Claudine, you selfish... Tell him now that you are unworthy to be his mate.”Choosing not to respond, Claudine shifted her gaze away from Ariella. Ariella lunged at her, but Denzel caught her and slammed her to the ground, his eyes flaring red."Ariella, enough," Denzel commanded firmly. "Mating isn't about dominance; it's a connection that surpasses our werewolf understanding. Respect that.”“Alpha Denzel,” Ariella's father said, approaching cautiously. Ariella's moth
Ariella effortlessly hoisted Claudine's limp body, carelessly maneuvering her into the trunk of the car where her parents impatiently waited. With a loud bang, she shut the trunk and slipped into the back seat. As her dad secured the doors, the engine roared to life, and they sped away.As the car raced down the lonely roads, Ariella stared out the window, the blur of trees melding into a monotonous rhythm. Minutes stretched into an eternity, and Ariella's patience wore thin."Are we there yet?" Ariella's question pierced the silence, laden with frustration.Her mother's eyes twinkled with amusement as she glanced at Ariella. "Look around, dear. Do you see people or buildings?"Ariella bit back a retort, her irritation simmering beneath the surface. "Couldn't we have found a closer place to stash her?"Her father snorted dismissively. "If you have a better suggestion, I'm all ears."Ariella's lips pursed in contemplation before she exhaled heavily. "I just want her gone for good.""Do
Claudine’s PovClaudine opened her eyes and groaned. The sunlight streaming in through the stained windows of the little room hurt her eyes as soon as she opened them. She automatically flipped an arm over her eyes and groaned again."Today's adoption day," giggled Annette.Annette is one of the overly chirpy roommates that Claudine had been saddled with for the past six months in the orphanage home. There were so many mornings that Claudine wished she could hear just her mouth, and today was one of them.Utterly oblivious to Claudine's thoughts, Annette continued eagerly to the other girls."Miz Lucas says I'm going to be picked today." She bounced giddily on her toes as she proclaimed the girls who made suitable happy noises back at her.Claudine climbed down from the bunk bed, plunking her feet firmly on the ground to distract them and keep them quiet even for a minute. She succeeded because they all paused in their conversation to spare her a glance. Annette hissed and sneered at