ANMELDENVioletThree full days sitting alone in this empty vacation house was torture.I paced around the silent living room, staring down at my phone screen for the hundredth time today.There were zero missed calls, zero text messages, and no sign of Dante."Is he seriously ignoring me on purpose?" I asked myself, throwing the quiet phone onto the soft couch cushion.I thought back to how he held me against his study desk, making all those grand speeches about missing me and begging for thirty days.Yet the second I moved out to this remote lake house to recover in peace, he went ghost on me."I can't just sit in this quiet forest doing nothing forever, Nala," I grumbled out loud, crossing my arms over my chest."He's probably just busy dealing with Gwen and the elders," Nala offered softly in my head. "You know how crazy things are back at the pack house right now.""I don't care how crazy things are," I muttered back, staring out the window at the tall trees. "He could have sent a simple
DanteI pulled the SUV into the pack house driveway, cutting the engine before the dust even settled.Bret hopped out of the passenger side and yanked the back door open, dragging Morgana out by her iron-cuffed wrists."Get her down to the sub-level cells," I told Bret as I stepped out into the night air. "Keep her separate from Doctor Evans so they can't coordinate a lie.""Got it," Bret said, hauling the trembling witch toward the side basement entrance. "She won't make a peep."I marched straight through the front doors of the pack house, my boots echoing heavily off the marble floor.Ted was standing near the main staircase waiting for me."Did you send out the notice?" I asked, stopping right in front of him."Yeah, Alpha," Ted nodded. "All five council elders are already assembling in the high chamber, along with Gwen and her father.""Good," I said, a dark wave of satisfaction washing over me. "Are my personal enforcers posted at every door?""Every exit is locked down tight,"
Dante I followed them inside, shutting the storage room door and leaning my back against it."What do you want with me?" Morgana hissed, glaring up at me with pure hatred in her dark eyes. "I left your territory two years ago! I don't owe your pack anything!""Two weeks ago, a female wolf named Gwen came to see you," I said, walking over and standing right over her.Morgana kept her lips clamped shut, turning her head away to stare at the stacked cardboard boxes against the wall."She paid you to perform a blood-binding spell on a vial of blood," I continued, keeping my voice steady and cold. "Don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about.""I deal with dozens of desperate idiots every week," Morgana lied smoothly, raising her chin in defiance. "I don't remember any wolf named Gwen.""I don't have time to play stupid games with you, witch," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a small dagger coated in rowan wood oil.Rowan wood was pure poison to rogue witches—it didn
DanteI walked back down to the freezing basement cell, my heavy boots thudding against the cold concrete steps. I needed a name, and I wasn't leaving this underground room until Evans gave it to me.Bret was standing right outside the heavy iron door, tapping his foot against the floorboards while keeping guard."Did you call the tracking team?" Bret asked as I stopped in front of him."Yeah, but sending them blindly into the southern swamps is going to take way too long," I said, pulling my key ring out of my jeans pocket. "We need the name of the witch who did this.""Evans was practically fainting when I left him in there," Bret warned, stepping back to let me unlock the door. "He might pass out the second he sees you again.""Then I'll wake him back up," I said flatly, turning the heavy metal key until the lock clicked loudly.I pushed the iron door open and stepped inside the dim cell. Doctor Evans was slumping forward in the chair, his chest rising and falling in shallow, panic
DanteI pulled the silver chain back, holding it dangling in front of his face. Evans dropped his head back against the chair, panting heavily while blood and tears dripped down his face."I'm listening," I said, leaning over him."It wasn't a fake test kit," Evans wheezed out, his whole body shaking out of control. "The machine actually read the sample as your DNA.""How?" I demanded. "How did my DNA get into her sample?""She brought a sealed vial of blood into my office two weeks ago," Evans stammered, his words coming out in a frantic rush. "She told me to mix it into her own pregnancy sample and run the paternity panel.""And you just did it?" I asked, my voice rising in anger."I told her no at first!" Evans cried out. "I told her it was illegal and unethical!""And then what happened?" I asked."She threatened my family!" Evans wept, squeezing his eyes shut. "She said her father would have my medical license revoked and banish my wife and kids from the territory!""So you took
DanteI walked down the dark stone stairs leading to the basement under the pack house. The air down here was freezing cold and smelled like damp earth. Bret was waiting for me outside the heavy iron door, his arms crossed over his chest."Is he inside?" I asked, stopping in front of the door."Yeah, he's inside," Bret nodded, unlocking the heavy iron latch. "We grabbed him from his clinic right after he finished his evening shift like you asked.""Did anyone see you?" I asked."Nobody," Bret said, pushing the heavy iron door open for me. "He was alone in his office."I stepped into the dim room, watching the heavy door swing shut behind us with a loud thud. Doctor Evans was sitting in the middle of the room, tied tightly to a heavy metal chair with leather straps. He was sweating profusely despite the freezing air, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose."Alpha Dante!" Evans gasped, his voice trembling violently as he looked up at me. "What is the meaning of this? Why did y
Violet's POV. "Alpha Dante?" My voice came out too small for my own good. A squeaky high-pitched tone that I could do nothing to control. If that kept happening he would find out faster than I would like. He tilted his head, watching me with gold-flecked onyx eyes. Is he going to turn? Luc
VIOLET'S POV"That's it, take five," Our instructor said, and I let out a sigh, as I reached the floor like a puddle of slime.I looked around to see that I was the first one on the floor not surprising... I'm the weakest one here.We had been running for hours. Not the dramatic kind with screaming
DANTE'S POV I stepped out of the car, taking in the house in front of me while my men spent the small seconds doing a sweep. It had to be one of the blandest houses I had seen, white all through, probably because of all the shady stuff that happened behind those wooden doors. I never liked to
Volet’s POV“What the hell is wrong with you?”I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I failed.My eyes stayed on Derek. I couldn't look away even though my chest burned. He was on the couch in the balcony with Cherry, his ex-girlfriend, sitting on his lap like she belonged there. His hand was un







