Se connecter[Parris–about 30 minutes ago]“So this is the wolf causing all the commotion,” Commander Sterling stood tall in his black fatigues, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow to show arms laced with deep scars. “What did you say his name was?”“Daniels,” the Brotherhood soldier reported, using the identity we had crafted back at the base with Calyx in case it came to this. “Marcus Daniels. Third Division. Level 2 Gamma. Trained in the special forces in Moon River City.” “Ah,” the old wolf tilted his head, eyeing me up and down, looking for signs of recognition. “Have you checked his credentials against the system?” “The name reads, but there isn’t any known ID on file with an updated picture. This was the best we could find.” The soldier handed his tablet to the commander. Chancy snorted. “What is this? A high school yearbook picture?” Then, looking at me, he asked, “Are you a ghost, soldier? Where is your Driver’s License? Your shifter level card? Your medical ID? Why are there no recent p
[Amaryllis]All traces of the man who had only minutes before had been tending me with such love and care were gone as Calyx took a spot next to me. As we settle into our seats, the driver, a member of the Witch Force, leers back at me, eyeing me with a mixture of desire and disgust. Our eyes meet, and I can feel him scanning my mind, looking for something to prove I’m not what I say I am, that I’m not as meek as I pretend to be. But after having been abused by my uncle, forced many times to do things I regretted and wished I could race, I was good at disassociating and letting my mind fall blank. After a few minutes of intense eye contact, I feel his searching mind retreat as he sat back, satisfied.“Is there something wrong,” Calyx bristles, his tone as cold as winter. “We’re needed at the site. The spell must begin in…” he looks down at his watch, “...precisely 7 minutes. Otherwise, we’ll miss the window and will need to wait another 6 months. Do you want to explain that to Command
[Amaryllis]Standing nearly naked on the sidewalk, I watched the Brotherhood jeep ride towards Calyx’s “home.” Once it reaches us, the plan will spring into action, one that Calyx had been crafting in secret over the last few days as we made arrangements for the spell. He knew that the best way forward to success was to gut the brotherhood from the inside out. So, in typical Calyx fashion, while working with the Alpha King and my father, the pack’s lead Gamma on ana defensive attack plan, he had also gone rogue, planning a mission of his own. “If I had told you, and the others, they wouldn’t have let me do this,” he responded with his signature arrogance. “I’m too young for most of them to take me seriously. But I know the Brotherhood better than any one of them ever will. They don’t understand how they think, how they work, but I do.” As much as it made me bristle knowing that Calyx developed a plan to use me as bait, I knew that what he said was true. Just like I understand my unc
[Sylvester] I was born an alpha. Even before I knew what that meant, I could feel that I had more power than others, that I was destined to lead. As an alpha, I have never bowed to anyone before. When a weaker wolf bows, it is because they are drawn to do so, out of respect, out of fear, and out of the sheer force of charisma coming from the more powerful wolf. And yet, in this moment, as my wife and luna floated above my head, glowing radiantly with power, I didn’t just bow, I fell to one knee, my head lowered in submission. A collective sigh ripples through the battle field as every gathered creature–wolf, witch, hybrid and human–follows suit, falling to their knees, holding up their hands in prayer. Myself included.As I kneel there in a daze, Apple, the girl I was once foolish enough to believe human, glows like the moon as her power radiates outward, touching me everywhere with sweet softness as every cut, bruise, and burn is healed, leaving behind smooth skin. Gazing around,
[Sylvester]It is impossible to guess the length of a battle. When you are in the middle of fighting for your life, time doesn’t have the same meaning. Maybe it’s been minutes, maybe it’s been hours. All you know is that you are exhausted, but you can’t keep going because stopping is death. As Alpha King, if I stop, it means leaving a nation of wolves behind. It means leaving my queen and our babies behind. That is unacceptable. We need to persevere. “Alpha, we need to evacuate!” Maverik, one of the young witches from Salem Coven announces, his hands burning with fire that he shoots into a group of drones raining bullets down on our heads. “There are too many of them.” Surveying the scene, I know he’s right. The humans came with drones and automated tanks. There are a few on the ground, but they are leading legions of twisted rogues, wolves who have been modified beyond the effects of the Hellsbane virus. These wolves feel no pain, some even have the ability to camouflage and “disa
[Apple] After the initial fear wore off, and my people started to relax around the witches, they began traveling through the portals in small groups, to relocate them to witch towns across the country. Because the existence of the witch towns is limited to the witch community, they are the safest places for our people to hide. “Humans can’t cross the threshold–not enough inner spark,” Araminta explained as she went over the plan with me and Hawthorne, “And wolves cannot enter without an invitation. Even then, they can’t use their natural strengths within the borders. This means that neither the humans nor the rogues they are using as weapons can get in.” “And most tech fails too,” Hawthorne pointed out. “Their drones won’t be able to enter either.” “This bunker can do the same, to a smaller extent,” Araminta added. “But the witch towns can keep the protective field up indefinitely.” As Luna Queen, I can command anything of the wolves under my care. It only takes a trickle of po







