The island of Bellpond is a welcoming place for tourists—and a home to werewolves. Vanessa Martin, a member of the Silver Crescent pack knows that Jordan Hale is the forbidden fruit—someone off limits. He belongs to the rival pack. And yet, she's attracted to him in ways she cannot explain. When a tragedy befalls him, Nessa wants to be there in some way to comfort him. She goes out of her way, ignoring all words of advice and warnings from her peers and her grandma and soon, a friendship blossoms between them. The smooth wheel rolling down breaks when they find a body washed up on the shore, and soon a couple more follow, piling up. Nessa and Jordan pair up, vowing to get to the bottom of this, but as they investigate more, they realise the matter is more sinister than they expected. Will they stop and expose those involved in these gruesome murders or fall down the rabbit hole trying to uncover the mystery?View More
*Five weeks later* Nessa woke up to a start, gasping for air. Her fists clenched the bedsheets in a poor attempt to calm herself. A moment ago, she was falling from an enormous cliff into an abyss, but that was just another nightmare. She had woken up to a reality that was far more miserable. Perspiration lined her body and her arm was bleeding again, the blood soaking into her white bed sheets. She ripped the useless bandage apart and gave the bullet wound a brief look before getting up. Outside, the world was still enveloped in darkness. Bellpond was quieter now than it had been before and one could smell the despair with every breath. Nessa found remnants of the herbs in one of the chest drawers. Hastily, she rubbed it over the wound. A hiss left her lips as the wound sealed itself, burning as if in contact with acid. There was no more left. That meant she'd need to see that wretched hybrid once more. Pulling a hoodie over her head, Nessa jumped out of the window and lande
“Thought you weren’t ready to kill her. Like ever,” Carol confessed in a mocking tone. Cole regarded her for a moment. “You want me to be honest? I’m not. Look at that face,” he said pointing at Nessa with the sharp end of the stake. “If she’d sided with us, we could’ve made a great team. Too bad I never asked her.” Carol rolled her eyes and looked behind her, a frown starting to form on her face. “Where are Megan and Dan?” “Guarding the cave entrance.” “They don’t need to guard it,” she hissed. “My spell will keep it sealed.” He gave her a wide smile that was in all ways fake. “They might be screwing each other for all I care.” Carol crossed her arms, taking a step forward. “They should be here for the big end.” “Darling, this is only a small start,” he claimed, and Nessa understood they had forgotten her for the moment. The siblings liked to ramble on and on. If anything, she wanted to be done with this so she wouldn’t have to hear their voices again. “What do you think Dad
A rancid stench in the cave forced Nessa to open her eyes. It was not the first time she had done that, but based on how her body felt, it could very well be the last. The notion of death scared her. And that, in turn, made her angry. She was yet to avenge the death of those she had lost. Dying was not an option. Nor was being scared. Her eyes always had the same view—a hunter looming over her, holding a silver stake in hand; spitting mocking words if it was either Megan or Dan. If it was Cole, then the words were more threatening; he never failed to call her darling. Carol, however, needed no stake. All she did whenever Nessa regained consciousness was twirl her fingers in the air. The beta werewolf knew she hated nothing else more than what followed that action. But this time when she opened her eyes, she saw something else. Someone else. Riley. The human held no silver stake in her hands. In that state, Riley was as harmless as an infant, lying too still across Nessa on th
Long after, Nessa and Jordan were still lying on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s still dark outside and cold, she thought to herself, glancing out of the window, but the warmth of the fireplace and her mate were comforting. “How much has changed in so little time,” he commented, his fingers lightly brushing up and down Nessa’s arms. “I’ve lost so much and gained too.”She watched the side of his face intently, but her mind wandered. A frown formed on her face, despite not wanting to let herself get hurt at the moment.“I’m not going to let them take anything more from me,” Jordan continued. A sigh left his lips as his head turned to look directly at her. “I should’ve told you earlier. My dad didn’t die in an accident. Hunters murdered him.”That shook all the senses out of Nessa. She gaped at him. “What?”“I know it sounds crazy. I didn’t know before. My mom told me the truth the evening we found the man at the beach. They found my father staked in the heart with silver.
Several minutes later, Nessa stood outside the Blood Moon packhouse, gaping at its enormity. She was already out of breath from running in the night as she wanted to get there as soon as possible. Whatever Melony had done to her–causing the nose bleed and the burning ear pain–had left her weakened. But as she took every step closer to Jordan, her body was slowly gaining strength. What was she going to say to him? She had called Jordan on her way to get the location of the packhouse. It was protected by the same magic that kept humans from finding the Luna’s temple. Only werewolves could locate the place. Nessa had been eager to be there but now as the three-story concrete and glass house stood boldly in front of her, she felt hesitation rise in her chest. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of the double door entrance, guarded by two betas of the Blood Moon pack. The duo moved aside, giving way for Jordan to come out. The moment their eyes met, Nessa heard him si
For a moment while in the air, Nessa wondered how many bones she’d be breaking from the fall. But she landed firmly on her feet, spraying sand in all directions; she felt only slightly affected by the impact. The sand here was darker and felt sinister as she took steady steps towards the trees. The silhouette stood still as though alerted by her presence. Nessa did not take her eyes away from it, feigning confidence but her heart hammered louder with each step that brought her closer to the spirit of the rogue werewolf she was about to confront. Or so she believed.When she was close enough to see her face clearly, Nessa felt the urge to stop but she did not. The woman in front of her stood with her hands clasped together, wearing a plain dirty gown. She bore a solemn look on her face that was scarred–a long healed gash running from her left eye to her right cheek across her nose. Her matted hair reached beneath her knees and she smelled terrible. But Nessa had expected her to be ol
All of Nessa’s attempts at tracking Cole were futile. She managed to find out the room the group had occupied but there was nothing that made her feel suspicious. The list of people currently staying at the hotel was few and had not been there long enough. As she had made her way inside the hotel, her ears had picked up many things. Some of her people believed the Blood Moon pack was responsible for the deaths since both of the murders were of werewolves belonging to her pack–Silver Crescent. Nessa found that infuriating. She neither had the patience nor the time to deal with such nonsense. They could waste their time blaming each other but she was not going to do the same. When Nessa stepped outside, she saw young members of her pack already lined up in groups to begin training. At least something is going right, she thought, allowing herself to sigh in relief. But what was she going to do? Where could she go? Niall and his betas were scouring the forest. Jordan would be doing h
"Why are we going to the hotel?" Nessa questioned, stopping in her tracks as she realised she had been blindly following Niall and Riley. She found several members of her pack standing outside, young and old. Many of them were carrying bags. Niall answered her question, "We decided it was best to be together. Our pack does not have a packhouse so your mother suggested moving all those that lived in isolated parts of the island here. In the hotel." Nessa nodded, understanding the motive behind this. "What about the Blood Moon pack?" "They still have a packhouse. I don't know what condition it is in but Jordan assured me they'd be safe there." Riley looked out of place. She was looking around with a creased forehead, her feet shifting repeatedly. She was scared too, Nessa realised. Hunters had not graced their land before. Any misery and death had been brought upon them only due to internal conflicts. Territorial breaches or by rogue wolves. Nessa heaved in a deep breath, feeling
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