ohhhhh no!! Did you see that coming?? Next update is Tuesday.
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “I’ll rip his freakin’ throat out and happily eat it,” I shout, as I frantically pace the cave next to my slumbering mother. Once I had my tantrum I thought about it for a minute … I decided the actual physical act of being a cannibal didn’t even remotely sound appealing. Yeah let’s not do that. Just as I had that thought, my gums began to hurt and heartburn grew in my throat. Blood, my body wanted it. Specifically, Isaac’s. I gulped and clutched my throat. “You’re not going,” Rafe says, matter of fact, putting his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged out of his grip. “The hell I’m not,” I shout, maybe feeling a bit too big for my britches. But I’m a fierce beast who has only had a tiny taste of the blood of my enemy. I mean Patricia is definitely an enemy right? My body hums with the idea of her mutilated face and how painful it’ll be to heal. Goddess what the hell is wrong with me?? If the Rhodes family has been basically wiping lycans off the map for y
~Hannah’s Point of View~ The very moment I get into our tent, I strip off all my clothes and get cozy in a pile of blankets. The Alpha offered to have a quick cabin assembled, but we insisted it wasn’t necessary. I declined because I love being closer to the forest, and the guys? Well I’m pretty sure they don’t believe we’re staying here very long. Frederick wanted me to sleep on a cot in the cave with him but there was no chance of that happening. So a tent far into the middle of the woods it was, and the boys have one about a five minute walk away. For good measure, I tug out my braids and fluff my hair. They love pulling on it, and I have to give my mates what they want. It’s been days since I felt one of their bodies fully pressed against mine, their weight on top of me. It’s time. If I’m to face Isaac, I do it with their marks, their scents mixed with mine. I’m certain nothing will piss him off more. After a minute when they still haven’t showed up, I get annoyed and raise m
~Rafe’s Point of View~ “Shit like I’m not already bad off enough,” Parker groans, holding his neck. I spit and blood comes out, making me shake. My vision goes blurry and I try to focus, but it's pointless. I practically fall on my ass like a drunkard, trying to stand is impossible. I’m dizzy and pretty sure I have a concussion from getting my head knocked off of Parker’s. Who needs a weapon when you’re a pissed off mama beast? I glare a few feet away at the half lycan half human female, holding onto Hannah like she’s a baby and cooing. And she’s still naked though the female is too. Hannah keeps giving me sympathetic looks, but she doesn’t dare move. Hannah’s emotions are forefront in my body now, she’s our mate and it’s a done deal. I know she wants to mark us both too, but that’ll have to wait. “Now what,” Parker groans again, as he lies next to me. I’m really not even sure how we explain to Jane everything that’s happened. Since we’ve told Frederick and he seems to have a p
~Hannah’s Point of View~ I can’t help myself as I nibble on Parker’s ear while we’re supposed to be paying attention. Since getting mated, my body is just dialed up to 10 every second of the day. I’m on sexual overdrive and there’s no getting enough. My body hardly gets tired anymore, I could just go all day and night. Frederick says we’re naturally born to move, run, exercise. He didn’t say the big word but he hinted around it for sure. Born to breed I’m willing to bet. There’s no way a beastly creature with a lust for blood and fighting doesn’t want to get off 24/7. Also, since my shift I swear to the Goddess my hips have moved and are wider and I literally FEEL ready to pop out a kid. *Pay attention.* My mind tells me, and I turn to narrow my eyes at my mother. She winks quickly though, and that makes me blush. I never dreamed I’d find my mother, let alone have her find me in the throes of getting mated. AWKWARD!!! “And that’s when our surprise fighters will come in the next
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Stop.” “Stop now.” I understand now that when I’m shifted, understanding a human talk is too hard and that’s why I have to rely on the other lycans around me. Frederick says he can comprehend people after decades of teaching his lycan half, but he can’t verbally respond. I’m nowhere close to that and a million times more impulsive. My body is also very much used to just knowing what to do in any situation and maybe that was always the beast side of me. I’ve always had to adapt and keep moving. A rogue can never appear weak and I was a master of disguise. Except with Isaac. He tore right through my protective walls, he laid me bare when he demeaned me. For a child, one of the worst things is disappointing your parent and I never felt good enough for him. But that was just one of his many methods of controlling me. When a big hand lands on my arm, I turn and give a low, menacing growl trying to assert some level of dominance. While I want to fight him, t
~Rafe’s Point of View~ Cruz stands in a sea of body parts and blood, panting and desperate for some water. Our entire body aches and burns in ways we’ve never felt. We no doubt have broken ribs, and cuts that will take a while to heal. But we’re alive. *Getting together a count of our people, I’m not picking up Parker’s mind-link,* Pax says, pulling me out of my thoughts. Cruz’s neck jerks up at those words and scans the area. Maybe half an hour ago we’d last spoken, but in the thick of the fight we’d long gotten separated. I focus all my efforts on trying to pick up not only his mind-link but our bond. Nothing. My heart nearly explodes as my eyes scan the bodies. No … no… I’d have felt our bond sever. Not only as twins but via our strengthened bond. I’d have felt it. *But how could he be out of range? Even taking a piss he’d be close,* Cruz asks, confused. *All paws on deck, Parker is missing,* I shout, over mind-link to anyone from Nightwind within range. The sounds of paws
~Hannah’s Point of View~ The rational part of my brain was completely at war with my heart. I just knew that I couldn’t leave the last place I’d seen Parker, I couldn’t leave without him. But after multiple searches they all finally convinced me it was time to pack it in. Rafe left a note at the battle site and at the camp we’d had with some sort of “bro code” that would tell Parker we were in fact going back to Nightwind. “So, Reign didn’t exactly tell us to come but he didn’t say not to. Your mom is still so pissed but the idea of her babies being slaughtered by rogues was likely too much to bear. We actually had to turn people away. Well over a hundred showed up, wanting to come out. He absolutely had to know we’d go, he’s a fucking coward. But if anything, it proved that your father is losing his grip on the pack. The next generation backs you fully and that was on display for all to see. After all we’ve done to fight the Rhodes clan, rogues in general and especially when his so
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Hannah? I was just coming to--” My feet blow right past Scarlett, and I try to act as if I didn’t see her which is ridiculous since she’d been literally in my path. I’m not sure how I know where the skank will be, but I just know she won’t lose the chance to see Rafe. The packhouse is in sight though I have to cross the main road to get there, and there’s an awful lot of activity. I can’t be bothered to wait for people to get the hell out of my way! I feel my fingertips twitching, my throat is literally on fire with the craving. The thirst that I am still not at all used to. Would I actually bite and drink from Cassandra? I’m not sure if even that enemy is one I want mixing with me. I literally want nothing from her except for her new home to be at the bottom of a deep well. It’s literally as if I have tunnel vision and when my nose thinks it recognizes her scent, it's like I can’t even control my movements. When I see Rafe near the road, talking to her …