As he thought his morning would get better, the Alpha groaned in annoyance as phone calls from the Werewolf’s Council came endlessly. He knew he would receive punishment for what he did a few nights ago, but he also understood it was worth every risk. If the Werewolf’s Council had her, he doubted her return. There was only one punishment for a highly wanted rogue.
“We shouldn’t meet after what happened in the pack mansion,” Mira said as she walked to Karmille who waited for her at the Black Soil, the uncharted and unclaimed territory.There were many
She stood there, frozen by the realization. The monster wanted to kill her mate. His blood would be on her hands. She would lose her own sanity by the pain of losing him. Then, the monster would take over her body, mind, and soul permanently because killing a mate was the easiest way for one to lose their sanity. As Peter had said before, Damien was hell-bent to break her away from her sanity and humanity. And the key to that was by killing her mate. That’d surely make her lose it all.
Mira opened the door slightly, listening for any sign of Cohen still in the cabin. Then, she heard the sound of soft snore coming from the living room indicating he was already asleep. She walked silently to the living room, checking for him. Mira grabbed a blanket from the cupboard and used it to cover the Alpha who was sleeping soundly on the couch. She added a few more firewood into the fireplace, keeping the fire alive. Werewolves didn’t need fire to keep themselves warm. Their own body temperature was warm enough to keep them warm even if they were in a snowy area. But like her, warm did make them feel normal.
He was born to be tough in life, no matter what he encountered along the way. He was born to mask his true feelings so he wouldn’t get too personal with everything. He lost a few people closed to him, but he could mask the feeling.When the war ended one by on
Cohen threw his fist onto Vincent. The latter had a short time to avoid his fist. Vincent staggered backward, holding onto his jaw. He ran upstairs and Cohen chased after him. The Alpha tackled him causing both of them to fall out of the window to the backyard. His anger was evident inside his eyes.
Demon wolf — a creature of death. That was what everyone called it. A monster as Mira called it. All species had coexisted with each other for thousands of years especially with the vampires. It was said for someone to become a demon wolf, he or she had to survive more than three different blood in the body. Each blood from each species of the Moon Goddess’ creation. These bloods were poisonous to each other. Nobody could survive it. Everyone just assumed the demon wolf was just a myth.
Pain.Rage.
Vincent drove out of Black Soil and headed straight to Westie’s pub where he usually got his supplies. He couldn’t risk himself being seen in public places, not when the Werewolf’s Council was on hot trail on Cohen and his territory.He knew the moment he sniffed an Alpha’s scent around h