*Maddox POV*
It’s getting hard as shit to avoid all the rogues in the area. A full week since I last saw my dad and I am no closer to coming up with a way to live out here and get the justice I deserve. I have been running on only a few hours of sleep over the past few days and have nowhere to hide. At this rate, I may as well just lay out in the middle of a fucking field and let them kill me however they please.
The only thing keeping me from doing that is Lana. No matter how much I want to hate her for the sick fucking video she emailed me, I find I can’t. Every time I close my eyes and decide to just give in, I hear her voice, the sounds Kohen elicited from her once perfect lips, the vision of her on his lap. The way the light of the moon exposed her bare body enough to show me her nakedness. It reinvigorates me every time, making my anger for her grow and my hatred for Kohen even more deep-rooted.
I am going to make sure he never gets to hear those noises from her again. If shit hadn’t gone down the way, it did. I might have let him live in peace with the woman I have craved. But now that he thrust his shit in my face and I have to live with the consequences of his actions, all bets are off. I will do anything to ensure he loses everything like I have. I just have to come up with a way to do it.
A howl breaks out of the bushes to my right, another to my left, and I can hear the wolves charging me from behind. I am outnumbered no matter what I do and with nowhere to go to hide; I know there is only one option remaining. Stand a fight, even if the odds are against me. I slow my pace, coming to a stop in a sparse part of the woods where the moonlight leaks through the trees and the ground is soft.
This is as good a place as any to die.
“You came to your senses and decided to just give up, then?” A lanky man struts forward, his skin dirty and his hair in dreads, knotted in a low ponytail with a piece of fabric. Rogues are known to be dirty, not as bad as the exiles, but exiles living long is rare so no one really has expectations for us. I shift into my human form, pulling out a pair of shorts from my bag.
I am a formidable fighter in both wolf and human form, but with all the running and lack of food, my wolf is exhausted and needs to rest. I puff out my chest after pulling on my shorts, watching the band of merry ass rogues all take their human forms. Some put in the effort to pull on clothes, others not caring enough to even try.
There are five in total. All equally crazed in the eyes and dirty in the face. I sniff the air, trying to decipher what I am dealing with here. Thank fuck there are none of alpha blood in this hunting party. In fact, I don’t pick up a scent of ranking at all among them. The odds aren’t leaning in my favor, but they aren’t completely stacked against me either now.
“You enjoy hunting exiles?” I ask, looking around, trying to buy myself time to formulate a plan. There are two smaller rogues near the man talking. A man and a woman, both gaunt and lanky. They should be my easiest targets.
“Gives us something to pass the time,” One of them shrugs, taking a small step toward me.
“Exiles are criminals, love.” The woman says, A slight British accent when she speaks.
“Or wrongly accused.” I offer and she cackles.
“Don’t make no difference to me. That bloody X on your face makes you a spot of fun.”
“Don’t taunt the prey, Mildred.” The guy that appears to be the leader says, clicking his tongue. “Wouldn’t want to scare the big guy away, now would we?”
“So you do just hunt exiles for fun, then?” I scoff, trying to wrap my head around a life where the only thing you live for is killing someone with less of an advantage.
“Yes, and no.” He shrugs. “Sometimes we turn the dead bodies in for a reward. These smaller packs don’t like the idea of criminals running loose. The bigger packs have nice, fancy borders and border patrols. But these smaller ones, well… Their borders get overrun from time to time. When exiles or the real nasty rogues want things.”
My mind swirls back to the time when our smaller pack was riddled with attacks from rogues for no reason other than to take what they wanted. And when we fought back, they took nearly everyone’s lives with them. My anger grows and I grip onto it like it’s a lifeline. There is no talking my way out of this, and there is no escaping this without killing at least a few of them.
Unlike most of the warriors from the Ruby Star Pack my age, I have taken lives before. It’s not uncommon to take a life or several as werewolves, but with the peace that the pack has had for so long, there have been many who have never had to truly fight outside of their training. I am ready to do whatever the hell I need to in order to survive. All I can do now is hope it’s enough.
They all take slow calculated steps closer, spreading themselves out around me, trying to keep me trapped, surrounded. I lunge for the woman first. In a fight of five versus one, there is no choice of being a gentleman. Not if I want to be a living one. She is quick, sidestepping me, but I manage to wrap my hands in her matted hair. She screams out in pain as I slam my fist into her face as another jumps on my back.
I snarl, releasing her and reaching up to grab his neck. He is slight in physique, weighing nearly nothing compared to my alpha sized body as I grip his nape and yank him hard off me. His nails tear through the flesh of my back as though my flesh were merely a soft cheese. The pain causes me to hiss as the smell of my blood dances through the air.
The others don’t wait for me to handle him one on one as they all leap toward me at the simultaneously. I sprint forward through their small crowd, their claws digging into my skin as I drag them along for a few steps, then abruptly drop to my knees. All but one stumbles over the others, falling and releasing me as I take the leader to my right and tuck his head swiftly into my hands, and yank as hard as I can to the right.
His head snaps, his body going slack as I drop him and ready myself for the next one to attack. The she-wolf shrieks and hisses at me angrily before jumping into my chest, claws slashing wildly as the other transforms into wolf form. They grip onto my legs and ankles, finally drawing a cry from my lips as I stumble to my knee.
My wolf comes alive inside of me, his thirst for blood becoming my own as I grab her, exposing her neck and bare my teeth. They sink into her flesh with ease. The copper tastes of her blood hitting my tongue and letting loose the feral part of me I once locked away.
I can feel her pulse with every burst of blood spilling into my mouth and down my cheeks. I want nothing more than to make it stop. For her blood to run cold. She shrieks and squirms in my hold, trying to escape my death grip. I bite down as hard as I can as someone bites into my neck. Her throat crunches under my jaws, and I toss her to the side, letting her bleed out on the moss riddled ground.
Two down, three more to go.
I reach back, searching for the one moving up my back. My thumb finds the eyes of the asshole biting into the muscle of my neck and I press in. The wetness of the tear duct, growing as the wolf whimpers but clings for dear life. My other fingers find his floppy ear and I use it as leverage to thrust my thumb deeper until the tension gives way and my thumb slides in with ease.
His hold on my neck loosens, and he tries to pull away, but I yank with all my might, throwing my body forward as he soars through the air. He lands roughly on the ground, a whimper tumbling from him as he bounces. I turn my attention to my left calf muscle, which has been obliterated as the wolf there works on tearing my leg to shreds. I focus my energy on getting him off it by shifting into my wolf.
My brown fur stands on its ends as I growl down at the much smaller wolves who now face me. My left hind leg dangles behind me but my other three stand firm as I launch forward and tear into the one who tries to flee. He exposes his throat, the number one mistake in any fight for your life, and I seize the opportunity to latch on and shake him from side to side as his breathing turns into a gurgling cry as he drowns in his own blood.
My eyes scan for the last one, who is nowhere to be seen, three dead bodies and one limping away, before shifting into his human form, holding his eye. I’d chase him if I had the energy or strength to do so, but my body needs whatever reserves I have left to heal my torn muscles and blood loss. I drag myself to where my bag was left behind and shift back into my human form, pushing myself up against the base of a mossy tree.
Pain filled groans break from my lips unbidden, but with no one to hear my cries, what’s the point of stopping them, anyway? I pull out the herbs for my face. Only a week’s worth of them left and my scar would have possibly been far less worse and much less noticeable. But my leg needs these medicinal herbs more now. Who the hell knows what kinds of diseases these mangy ass mutts carried out in the wild?
“Gaaah! Fuck,” I grunt, pressing them into the gaping wound and hoping I am doing this shit right. My leg sears as though it is sitting in a flame and my back and neck aches from the claw marks and bites that slowly seep my blood. Five against one wasn’t great odds, but I survived my first rogue encounter as an exile. Now I just have to survive the injuries that came along with it.
I hear more howls in the distance and my lungs seize up, my eyes scanning the forest silhouette, waiting for more to step out and finish me. I can already feel my wolf curling up, it’s ability to help me with the pain slowly shriveling away as he rests to heal what he can of me. My eyes play tricks on me as I blink them hard, trying to get them to remain open and alert. But it seems impossible as they ache, and my body shuts down.
I try to remind myself of what I need to live for and I can’t seem to conjure up the reason. I have a father who loves me, a woman I want… but my brain tells me that those things aren’t important. Shit, they sound downright exhausting as my eyes slowly slide shut as the figure of a woman comes rushing toward me. I throw my hands out, swiping at the air as my eyes close. My breathing ragged and shallow.
Shit, is this what death feels like? A calm descending of darkness where nothing matters, only letting go? If it is… I welcome it. The solitude quickly erases the pain of the life I have been stuck trying to survive… but maybe this mystery woman will end it for me, give me the peace my wolf and body ache for, my justice be damned…
I can feel my body healing, the magic that is the werewolf blessing knitting my muscles and veins back to what they should be. Each nerve ending shoots a spark through my body, dragging me slowly back to life. I feel trapped inside the darkness of my mind, waiting for my consciousness to wake and free me. Until then, I am lost, floating in the dreams and memories of the only good times I can recall.Lana appears before me in her beautiful silvery blue ball gown. It’s a mirage, a lost memory, but I let it play out, anyway. What else important do I have to do right now, anyway? Her long brown hair is down, curled perfectly and for the first time in our lives, she is wearing a full face of makeup. She is stunning, but I prefer her more natural look. She laughs, standing next to Kohen, whose mother picked out and designed the dress. I must say Prissy bitch, as I like to call her, outdid herself. Its fine silk fabric hugs every curve that Lana usually hides. Her waist is not too thin that
*Lana POV*I slam the door behind me, unleashing a feral yell. This Luna training is complete shit and a waste of my time. On more than one occasion, I have considered just telling my father that I choose to be the Alpha after all and then Priscilla can eat shit. But then I think of Kohen, who has been working tirelessly to become the Alpha, and it feels wrong. Not to mention choosing it because I’m tired of all this ‘young lady’ shit doesn’t seem like the right reason.There is a knock on my balcony, and I close my eyes, squeezing them tight. I know it’s Kohen. It is always freaking Kohen and as much as I enjoy being around him, I just want to be left the hell alone. He doesn’t even bother to wait for me to beckon him in as he pushes the doors open. A soft breeze moving through the room ruffling a bouquet of fresh flowers on my desk.A new one every day for the past few days. The only thing that is making me not want to pummel Kohen for his clinginess is his thoughtfulness with the f
The first and only name on my docket is Michael. The reserved, always kind ex-alpha of the fallen Morning Star pack, Maddox’s dad. I have stopped by to see him occasionally, leaving him some cookies or a cake I stole from the kitchen. I want to make him something fresh, something homemade, but with Priscilla on my ass about becoming a proper Luna time seems scarce.It’s for this reason that instead of going to my warrior training, I am covered in fucking flour and eggs at five in the morning trying to understand what a ‘scant’ of something is. And why does a recipe even call for it? I read and reread the damn thing three times before Innes. The head cook chuckles and walks over. “Lana, I can do this for you.” I pout at her and sigh heavily. “I wanted to do this on my own.”She smiles, her soft wrinkles reminding me she has much more experience than I do with anything in this kitchen. She has been here for forty years cooking every single day for the whole of the pack house. I wouldn
*Maddox POV* I jolt upright, my hand on my chest as it heaves up and down violently, trying to find air. Sweat dots my brow and I swipe at it, moving off the hard bed and swinging my legs to the cold ground. It startles me, but I welcome the reminder of being in the present, not lost in my head like I seem to be every night since my exile. I stare down at my leg that still sports a wicked pink scar where the rogues tore into my leg. Nearly three full days of sleep and healing to get my muscles back. More to get to this point. I have regained full mobility thanks to my healing abilities, but the skin repair has been a little lackluster. Lexi has joked that it makes me look tough. Which is hilarious, considering my face does that all on its own. It pissed her off when I told her I didn’t want the herbs for my face. The damage was already done. I can feel the places where the nerves have already died from the wolfsbane and silver they used to ensure I would remain scarred. Why waste th
The closer we get to the border of Lexi’s home pack the more nervous I feel. I can’t help but remind myself repeatedly that this is my only hope. That walking in here, showing myself to Julian and his father as the man bearing the scars for killing their Alpha heir won’t get me killed. All my faith has to be placed in Lexi. And as much as I want to trust her, trust seems in short supply in my life these days.I look over at her and watch as she takes a deep breath and rubs her hands on her jeans. She glances at me, giving me an anxious smile. “We are here.” She says, trying to look like she is excited to be back, but it’s obvious she is less than thrilled.I’d say she is on the verge of turning around and running away. My gut says I should comfort her, tell her I am nervous too and that it will all work out. For her at least, they are family and they love her. Her odds are much better than mine. “Good,” I mutter.She gives me a curious glance, trying to gauge my reaction to being so
*Lana POV*Matthias’ fist catches me in the side as I growl in frustration, trying to swivel from his onslaught of fists. I catch the smirk on his cocky lips and I lunge for him, grabbing hold of his still outstretched arm. I yank him close. Then pull his shoulder to mine, popping my hip out slightly as I bend over at my waist and yank as hard as possible, launching his body over mine. He lands roughly on the dirt ground before rolling out and giving me a huge grin. “Someone is pulling out all the stops today,” He chuckles. “You punched me,” I scowl, and he gives me a fake pout.“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want me to treat you like a princess? I heard you were training like a good little girl. Didn’t realize you were expecting special treatment here as well.”“Fucker,” I mutter as I circle around him, trying to keep my angry wolf at bay.She is feisty as shit lately, with nothing and no one to calm her. And I am being punished, or so it feels like. I’m not allowed to spare with her for
I stare at Kohen who stands in front of me with his signature charming smile on his lips, holding out a picnic basket. I look at the large woven device that is holding my breakfast captive as my stomach rumbles and then I look back at Kohen, who takes a step around me. He holds it out like it is a carrot and I am the rabbit chasing it. The aromas from within aren’t nearly as intoxicating as the scent of butter rolls and bacon coming from the plates around me but, I have to assume what’s being served in here is also being served in the basket. “A picnic…” I state and he nods, holding the basket up as he continues to walk. I groan in frustration but follow along soon enough. At least no one will witness me eating like a big other than Kohen. I am healing, which means I need more food. Kind of. Okay, I’m just a hungry girl. “But it’s breakfast time,” I protest, finally catching up to him. Kohen sends me a stunning smile and I can’t help but return it. “A picnic isn’t strictly a lu
“Trauma fucks people up, Lana. Don’t try to reason with why he did it or—” “There has to be a mistake Maddox would never…” “I was the one that found the evidence.” He says, standing tall. “Me. I turned him in for it because I couldn’t stomach the thought of him being near you after learning he raped a girl. Took what he wanted with no regard for the consequences. No wonder he was so quiet all the time. If he had opened his mouth more, maybe we would have picked up on his lies.” None of it makes sense. Maddox raped someone? He killed Jaron… but how could that be possible? The night Jaron supposedly died, Maddox was with me looking at constellations in the sky. We fell asleep on my balcony watching the sunrise. “Maddox was with me the night Jaron died” I try to reason and Kohen laughs dryly. “Who says he didn’t do it before? Or when you fell asleep, and he snuck away?” He shakes his leg from my hold, my hands still outstretched as I try to muddle through the memories Maddox could