LOGINWho is this mystery wolf....? More story to come soon.
[Hazel] The stunned looks on the faces of the gathered wolves slowly shift to terror as the first drones make it into the tunnel, their silent hums reverberating off of the stone walls. We have maybe minutes before they discover the truth, and then it will be too late. “Explain.” Rudy looked worried, but also hopeful. “Do you have a spell?” “Not exactly,” my heart flutters with warmth. He’s my husband now, but he’s also an alpha and responsible for more lives than just ours. Taking a chance on an unknown skill…that’s risky. But he is willing to believe in me. And that means everything. “Okay, so what if I did something like I just did, but in reverse?” I begin, detailing my plan in rapid fire sentences, short, brief, and concise. “We run, and I crash the helicopter–properly this time, making it look like we crashed into the side of the cliff. If I angle it right…” “You could close the passage behind us,” Rudy sees my plan clearly in his mind through our bond and I can see
[Hazel]>>>My vision blackens and as new memories filter from Hayley to me, unleashed by our new more connected bond, I am taken back to that small apartment, the one I had shared with Hawthorne and our mother. Our mother had to work nights and weekends to keep us fed and clothed. Life was hard for her, with two small children and no family to help. Now that my memory has returned, I can remember the deep circles under her eyes, and the dry texture of her hands that were always stained with some herb or another. She had been a potions witch, and had helped my grandmother run her shop in Haven when she was young. Just like me. It was her most valuable skill. But it was because of that skill, because she started making potions again, that our father found us. One night, when I was supposed to be asleep, I heard my mother talking to Sheila, the nice witch across the street that took care of us when Mother was working. She was worried because someone had seen a wolf lurking around th
[Hazel] Time slows, almost seeming to stop as the voice calls out to me again. I've heard her only once before, but I know who she is instantly, all the way down to the marrow of my bones. Because she is a part of me. It’s my newly discovered wolf, Haley. “Let me help you,” she pleads again, padding forward in my mind. "We don't have a lot of time, but we can still do something to stop this." “How can you be so sure that you can, that we can do anything to stop this?" I demand, as the seconds slowly tick forward. “You are a wolf. Can you bring branches to stop us or make the earth move out of our way? I'm a witch and I've never been able to do that. Having a wolf won't change my nature.” I don’t want to die. But I also don’t want my last moments to be tormented by an annoying, delusional wolf. “I know because we've done it before," she insists. "You don't remember, but you can save us all. I know you don't trust me, but I am speaking the truth. Your powers are deeper than y
[Hazel] The first missile barely missed us. The second one exploded near the front windshield blinding us all with a flash of light. Closing my eyes, I can still see the flying bits of shrapnel like flames shooting across my vision. My heart is hammering so hard it could burst through my chest. I can’t breathe, I can’t think. All I can do is hold only my mate’s hand, squeezing as the helicopter rattles from the force of the blast wave. Only moments ago we were celebrating the most important moment of our lives together. And now, it might be over in a blink. But who is attacking us? “Orders, Alpha,” the pilot turns his head slightly, addressing his question to my husband. He has only been an alpha for just over an hour, but he takes to this new power naturally–as if he were born to it. An aura of authority pours from his core, sending a wave of peace throughout the helicopter despite the chaos swirling around us. Lifting his head, in a clear, calm voice he asks. “Did the blast co
“Wait!” Hawthorne shouts, jumping in front of me with his arms wide, blocking my view of the portals. “Apple, wait! It’s not what you think!”I barely have a chance to register his words before my wolf takes over, guiding my body away in time before launching a ball of fire straight into Hawthorne’s chest. Astrea takes over and with a flutter of my fingertips forces me to reabsorb sparkling energy, setting my nerves on fire with the burn of it. My face flushed, I glare painfully up at my out of breath beta. “What on earth are you doing, Thorne! I nearly blasted you!” If he hadn’t spoken first, he’d be the one looking up at me from the ground, twitching as my power destroyed his nervous system. If my wolf hadn’t been quick enough, he’d be barely more than ash beneath my feet. And he knows it.. Swallowing hard, Hawthorne’s chest is heaving as he looks down at me, his eyes wide. “Couldn’t you sense who it was, Apple? Not many witches can open a portal inside the center of a packhouse,
[Apple] It all looks so beautiful. Like flame-kissed fireworks exploding in every direction, if I didn’t know each explosion promised death, I might have mistaken it as a celebration of our marriage.Except that we are at war with the humans, more specifically the Brotherhood of the Sun, who is currently in control of the human government. The current president is little more than a figurehead and scapegoat for the evils they are creating in the name of “protecting humanity from the monsters.” But who are the monsters now? We are not bombing their cities or killing their frail population with mind-twisting drugs. They are. But I’ve been among them, I know how deep their fears are, and how those fears make them feel justified in their actions. They are under the mistaken impression that this planet belongs to them alone, that it should be for humans only, that we are the abominations. But the children of the sun and the children of the moon have always shared this space. Some even be







