RYDER’s POVThe wolves attack savagely with their teeth gnashing and claws tearing into me. I kick one of them off, sending it somersaulting across the dungeon and knocking into a few other wolves and effectively rendering them unconscious.Wow. The power of the pearl is AWESOME!I had initially thought that my body would physically tire from the fight with Zion’s warriors but boy, oh boy was I wrong. It seems that with every knock and punch that I deliver, my body becomes fueled by the adrenaline and has thus become even stronger.Another wolf charges in my direction and I raise my fist, connecting it with the wolf’s face and it slumps into a whimpering little furball on the ground. I stare at my hands in awe. This is amazing! I’ve got to tell Alisa this, she’ll be so thrilled, she’ll be –“Surrender or she dies by my hands.” A voice booms from the back of the crowded dungeon and the wolves around me back off and part like the dead sea to reveal Zion, standing triumphantly.And he h
ALISA’s POVWhere am I?Am I dead?I should be, but this place does not look like heaven. It doesn’t look or feel like hell either. I sit up from the barren floor and look at what is supposed to be the sky above me, only, what greets me in infinite darkness. There is not a twinkle in the sky. There is no moon either.The only source of light seems to come from a pond a few feet away but the light is blurred as if I am seeing it underwater. I tilt my head and find everything else also cloudy. I rub my eyes, trying to clear my vision but it does not help. The cloudiness puzzles me.Placing my palm on the cold hard floor, I push myself off the ground and stand up. It is then I realize that the wound in my body is gone.My hands go to my chest and I move my hands up and down my body. This is odd, wasn’t I stabbed by Zion a moment ago?Say, where is he? Where is everyone?“Ryder?” I call out and my voice bounces off an invisible wall in echoes. “RYDER?”There is no answer. I decide to move
RYDER’s POV I sit on my bike, staring off into the burning sun. I had just come back from the convent. Hayden was supposed to have come back with me but he did not. “I’m sorry Ryder. The wolf left in the middle of the night. I think he had given up on himself.” Those were the exact words Sister Abbie had told me when I reached the convent earlier. Inhaling deeply, I slam my hands against the bike’s handle. Damnit, Hayden. Why didn’t you wait for me? Did you not trust me, your Alpha? From the distance, I see Nana walking over to where my bike is parked on the green fields. She walks using crutches and she cocks her head sideways, looking for my missing Gamma. Our eyes meet, I shake my head and she immediately understands. Her face crumples and the crutch drops to the ground with a soft thud. Nana sinks to the ground and I immediately jump off my bike and race toward her. “I’m sorry Nana,” is all I can say as I gather her in my arms. She weeps, she weeps for a life that could have
ALISA'S POV It is time. I quickly stuff my clothes into a duffel bag; a tee-shirt, jeans and some money. My eyes dart back and forth between the bag and the door and with trembling hands, I pull a hoodie over my head, quietly heading towards the door. There will be no time for goodbyes. But before my fingers can even wrap around the doorknob, it bursts open to a group of men, all with steel-blue eyes boring into mine. I scream. “Tie her up!” A thunderous order booms from the entrance and the men pour in, dragging me by my hands and legs. “Get your hands off me!” I shout, kicking and clawing at them furiously but they are too strong. Far too strong. This was not supposed to happen! Amidst the chaos, my eyes fall on the last man at the door, Beta Zion. I should have known. He stalks towards me and with a sneer on his lips, Zion raises an open palm high up in the air before bringing it down and slapping me h
MANY MOONS BEFORE….. The resounding gong of the bells from the convent’s tower brings me out of my dreams. My eyes flutter open and I frown. What was the dream about again? There was a lot of running and a lot of red but for the life of me, I simply cannot remember. That is strange. I've never had dreams like that before. The bells ring again and I shoot up from my bed. My gaze trails to the tiny window across my bed and a tiny smile replaces my frown. It’s my eighteenth birthday today. I quickly get up and peel off my cotton nightgown, humming a happy birthday song as I carefully fold the nightgown and place it on a tiny wooden stool next to my bed. These are the only pieces of furniture in my room. The morning air is freezing cold and soon I am warm and fully clothed in my habit; a loose brown ankle-length dress with a white cord tied around my waist. I tuck my red mane under a bonnet and cover my head
Lord, please help me! Father Bringham yanks my blouse further, exposing my bra. I struggle and kick but it is no use. Then suddenly, as if my prayers are answered, Father Bringham freezes. Like Sister Abbie, his eyes roll to the heavens and a tiny wheeze escapes his lips. Blood drains from his face and his features twist into a convulsion before a tremor runs through his body violently. But as his body shakes, something strange happens. A surge of power makes its way to fuel my dwindling strength. And just like that, Father Bring—no, he is not fit to be called a Father. This filth of a man lets out a sickening gasp and topples on top of me. I lay on the cold hard floor listening to the sound of dripping water from the ceiling slabs above. A tear forms in the corner of my eye and I blink it away. He touched me, he touched my body, he violated my sanctuary. Slowly, my gaze shifts to him. Why is he still lying on top of me? “Fa…Fath
And it does, the succubus in me stops. I finally break free and Alec Winters slumps onto the ground. On no, my eyes widen in horror. I quickly kneel on one knee and place a finger on his neck. He’s alive…thank the heavens he’s alive! My face crumbles and I sob, nestling my face in my palms. I mustn’t stay here, I need to leave. With trembling hands, I reach for the golden ring on the floor and tuck it into my pocket. “I’m sorry.” I get up and knock down the basement door, flee past screaming nuns and as fast as my feet can carry me, I escape the very walls where I grew up in. And for the first time in my eighteen years of life, I set foot outside the gates of the convent. But this newfound freedom is not one of happiness, it is one of great pain. Taking one last look at the convent, I whisper, “Forgive me for I have sinned.” ***** I am lost. The witching hour has come and gone and I haven’t the slightest clue where I am. I had escaped without
The world outside the convent is a strange one. Granted, it is loud, noisy and full of smoke but it is not as bad as the sisters at the convent had painted it to be. The people here at RED MOON are friendly and helpful. “Hey, Alisa! Can you take out the trash?” Big Ben, the chefs yells over the sizzling of burger patties and the frying of potato chips. Marlene had somehow put in a good word to ‘The Alpha’ and got me a job as a kitchen helper at RED MOON. I even have a brand new uniform, it is a simple white blouse and black skirt with a cute little tuxedo apron. The skirt is the shortest I have even have ever worn, it only covers up to my knee but I musn’t complain if I want to keep my job. I have yet to meet the elusive Alpha though. I’m hoping he will come tonight so I can thank him in person for hiring me. “Okay!” I quickly head over to the trash bags and tie them up. A full moon rides high above the clouds as I step out of the kitchen and head to the back