Noah's Point of ViewWe had reached the cabin in the woods to find that no one was there. Well, no one alive, that is. A dead male werewolf was on the floor with a silver dagger sticking out of his chest. He had been cut up well and truly, and it looked like another werewolf had used claws on him. Based on the state of the body, he hadn't been lying here for too long, maybe two to four hours. His blood had congealed, but he was still warm when I put my hand on him. Viktor was not above killing his own men, it seemed. That just made me worry all the more. What would he do to our Luna if he didn't get whatever it was he wanted.Suddenly Kristof yelled, "Aláine! We need to get back to the packhouse now! Aláine is in danger."Enraged, he shifted into his Lycan form and returned to the vehicles. I followed suit, as did the others in our team. I was worried that in his current mental state, Kristof might set off any trap we hadn't found and defused, but luckily he didn't.We got dressed an
Three Years AgoAnya's Point of ViewFinally, I got my long-awaited spa day. I had been waiting for this for ages, and Boris wouldn't let me go. You would think that a little bit of self-love every now and then was a crime. According to Boris, everything outside of the pack is to be shunned. He is such a purist. Humans are worthless in his eyes and don't even get him started on human-turned-werewolves. Consequently, getting to town, or anywhere beyond the pack borders, had been rather difficult.Boris doesn't let me out often without a guard, but since he wasn't here, he couldn't do anything about it. He and my elder sister, Alexis, were off visiting King Hans of the Grey Moon Kingdom. Boris doesn't like the King much because he mated with a human, and Queen Dana is a human-turned-werewolf. Still, King Hans is so powerful that Boris has to toe the line or lose his pack. Before he left, I told him I was meeting my friend, Lydia, from one of the other packs nearby. We would be with he
Viktor's Point of View A sleeping Anya was the first thing I saw as I opened my eyes. She was so beautiful, and she was mine. If I had to describe the perfect woman, it would be her. Long dark brown hair hung down her back, almost reaching her pert butt cheeks that I had gripped as I fucked her last night. I stared intently at her face memorising every single one of her features. Shut eyes hid her intensely blue eyes. My gaze lowered to her kissable pink lips. I could gaze at her all day and night. I felt anxious for some reason, and I was afraid the moment with her would end. Last night, we'd made love for the first time. Anya told me before that she would mark me when we made love. She said she was a werewolf and I was her true mate. I would become like her, and we would stay together forever. I had never even thought of finding someone I wanted to be with, let alone falling in love, but here I was. She had my heart and soul entirely in the palm of her hands. Not just my cock.
Viktor's Point of ViewNext Full MoonAnya and I were preparing for the full moon. It would be the day I changed from being human to becoming a werewolf. I was excited but terrified at the same time. The transition would be painful for the first few times, but I would no longer feel the pain after a while. This was also the day I would mark Anya, and she would fully become my mate. We both stripped naked as the sun went down, and Anya shifted into her Lycan aspect, her six-foot physique towering over me. She had gorgeous brown fur that was a similar colour to her human hair.As the full moon showed itself for the first time this evening, I could feel my body becoming uncomfortable. Sharp pangs shot into my arms and legs, and I started screaming in agony. I felt and heard my bones crack and break as they changed size and shape. Light brown fur began to sprout from my skin. My ears grew pointed, and my hands elongated into claws. My face contorted into a snout and my teeth extended in
"We run, and we hide," she whispered."We run and hide and never let him find us."Viktor's Point of ViewA Year LaterIt had been about a year since Anya and I had marked and mated. A year of love and delight, exploring one another and falling even deeper in love. We hadn't been formally mated in front of Anya's brother Boris, the Alpha of the Lycan Pack, because he wouldn't have accepted our union. As much as I wished I could change our circumstances, I had been born human. If he found us, he would probably kill us.Anya's love for me was strong, and I, in turn, loved her with all my heart and soul. There was no doubt in my mind where her love was concerned. She had given up so much for our love when she could have rejected me when we first met instead. Her brother's pack rules were that you were expected to reject any mate who was not wolf-born. It wasn't like this in other packs, but Anya was scared her brother would find out, so we ran.Now we were rogues on the run. Anya had rej
*** Warning: Graphic violence.*** Viktor's Point of View There was no way I would run away and abandon her to deal with Boris. I might not be as powerful as him, but I was not a coward to run off and leave my mate behind. I ran back to the clearing to find that Boris and his pack had surrounded us. There was nowhere left for us to run or hide. He was standing over her looking exceptionally angry. Anya had shifted back to human and was sitting on the ground naked. I decided to join her and shift as well. I would stay there naked with her. If we died tonight, it would be together. "Together forever, my love. Together forever!" I mind-linked to her. "Together forever!" she answered. One of Boris' men grabbed me and pinned my arms back as I walked over to her. He was much stronger than me, and I was unable to move. As hard as I tried, I could not break free. "Boris! Please don't hurt him," Anya cried. "Please, Boris! He is my mate, the man I love. The Moon Goddess wants me to lov
Viktor's Point of ViewA Year LaterI would never forgive Boris for what he had done to my poor Anya, and I would never forgive him for not ensuring that I died that night either. His failure to kill me had guaranteed his death at my hands. I may have healed physically, but my humanity and love were the only part of me that died that night. How I managed to survive, I had no idea, but I would make sure that Boris and his men would join Anya in death. During my time of healing, I managed to find some rogues who needed someone like me to lead them. Even though I knew it was against the werewolves' laws to create humans outside of fated mates, I didn't care. It was those same laws that didn't protect Anya or my unborn pup. Why should I follow rules that ruined my life? I would make my own.It had taken the better half of the year to track Boris' pack and prepare my revenge. It was a reasonably large pack, so I needed to separate Boris and his men from the rest of the pack. My pack and
Viktor's Point of View Ten Days Ago I had found another target. It was by sheer luck that I was walking by a relatively expensive hotel when I smelt him. He was with another man, and by the looks of it, there was an Alpha-Beta relationship going on. Over the next few days, Olivier and I took turns shadowing and investigating them. We learnt their names, Kristof and Noah, and they stayed in the hotel because they lived out of the city. I was absolutely sure they were both wolf-born, just by the way they held themselves. There was a certain arrogance that came with being wolf-born. Boris and the three pack members I had killed had that same arrogance. Even Anya had not been immune to it. It was the self-importance and pretentiousness of being a pure werewolf, similar to being nobility. Boris had the added superiority complex that came with being an Alpha and looks where it got him. I could see this Kristof was similar, and I was absolutely sure he was an Alpha. It didn't matter if