Alpha Trevor’s POV
Looking at my betas daughter now I couldn’t be more furious. Why did she not want Trixie talking to me. We waited until they were out of ear shot before I began. “What the hell Jerica?” I spat at her. Jerica looking nervous but making eye contact. “She is my human friend from the high sch-““She is not a human Jerica, Can you not smell her wolf? She is like us. Where is she from? What pack does she belong to? I will need to make arrangements for her to join our pack?”Jerica looking frantic. “I noticed her scent change but that’s not possible. She – her – She was adopted from foster care and has human parents now. She is only 17 like me, so she hasn’t shifted yet if she has a wolf. She wont even know.” “Enough.” I cut her off again. “You are to report to me at 10 am tomorrow and you will share everything that you know about her.” Jerica nodded in agreement. “Dismissed.” Jerica turned and hurried to meet her friends at the door. I’m not even sure how they got in. All being 17 they had to sneak in or have fake IDs. I would have to find out that part tomorrow. Looping Eric my beta in on finding his daughter here tonight wouldn’t go over smoothly. My Beta in his early 40’s was just waiting on his daughter to turn of age to find her mate so they could take over as beta as my father had done with me handing over the alpha title and pack to me. I was a young Alpha of 22 however my pack respected me and my father prepared me my whole life. I needed to keep this information to myself for now may be best until I can figure out more about my mate; she obviously hasn’t been prepared for pack life much less to lead a pack as a Luna. The moon goddess wasn’t going to make this easy for me! She was beautiful though. She was about 5’5, curvy in the right places with long curly blonde hair and beautiful gray and blue eyes. She obviously knew how to have fun with her friends. Her life was about to be turned upside down. I hope she would handle it well.Trixie’s POVThe thud of the punching bag echoed off the walls of the Blood Moon gym, followed by the rhythmic slap of gloves against pads. Sweat slicked Trixie’s forehead, stinging her eyes. Her arms felt like rubber, her legs heavy as stone. Trevor said nothing as he held the mitts steady, letting her pound out her exhaustion and rage in silence. They had been at it for hours now.Neither of them spoke. Words wouldn’t help.Trixie’s body gave out before her will did. She collapsed to her knees on the mat, panting hard, her knuckles aching. Trevor stayed still, watching, his chest rising and falling with the same fatigue she felt. Without a word, she got up and stumbled to the corner, grabbing a water bottle and chugging it down.She wandered toward the double doors of the gym, squinting into the hallway. Pale gold light spilled across the tiles.Sunrise.It was morning already. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest. Where are you, Jerica? And Janet? Trevor appeared beside her, s
Jerica’s POVMy head was pounding, and before I even opened my eyes, I knew my wrists were in cuffs. Cold metal bit into my skin with every twitch of my fingers. I kept my breathing steady, refusing to give whoever took me the satisfaction of panic. I focused on listening — was anyone in the room? Any movement? Breathing?I tried to reach my wolf, to sharpen my senses, but she was silent. I couldn’t even feel the distant hum of her presence. A cold realization settled over me. They’d injected me with wolfsbane. “Fucking great,” I muttered under my breath.The room was quiet. I didn’t think anyone was there, but I wasn’t letting my guard down. Slowly, I opened my eyes. It was dark, but not pitch black. There was a sliver of light cutting in through the top of the curtains, highlighting the dust in the air. Daylight. Morning, maybe? That meant I’d been out since at least 1:30 a.m.—and that was if it hadn’t been more than one night. I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious. No way to
Janet’s POVI pulled my go bag from under the seat and yanked out the makeup remover. The glitter from the fake lashes and shimmer eyeshadow smeared across my cheeks as I wiped my face clean. I reached up and tugged the ridiculous pigtails loose, silver tinsel falling like confetti to the floor of the car. "See if I ever volunteer for undercover again," I muttered, rolling my eyes.Every few minutes I turned in my seat to glance at Jerica’s unconscious form, still slumped awkwardly in the back seat. And of course he would be driving — Brad, Brody’s idiot younger brother, who was clearly one bad idea away from getting us all caught. He whistled tunelessly while tapping the steering wheel, like we weren’t hauling a kidnapped werewolf in a tutu and fishnets across state lines in the next couple of hours.Ten minutes later, we pulled into a long-abandoned warehouse lot. The building was unmarked and weather-beaten, but it had one key feature: a private garage with a hidden studio apartmen
Trixie’s heart pounded like a war drum as she stood in Trevor’s office. Her fingers trembled, clutching her phone even though she hadn’t received a single new message. Jerica wasn’t answering. Janet wasn’t answering. Her thoughts raced, dizzying and heavy with panic. “She wouldn’t just leave,” Trixie whispered, more to herself than to Trevor. “She would’ve told me. Told someone.”Trevor paced behind his desk, already issuing orders over the pack mind-link. The tone in his voice was deadly calm, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “Jake’s out tracking. Security is sweeping the club perimeter again. We’ve got people moving to the road checkpoints. A kitchen worker saw them leave through the kitchen.”Trixie pressed her palms to the cool wood of his desk and tried to steady her breathing. “We have to tell Eric and Melissa. Jerica’s parents need to know. What if it’s the hunters? What if they’re back?” Trevor nodded grimly. “It’s either them… or rogues. But this feels organized. Clea
The club was already pulsing with music and lights, the music was loud and bass heavy, and the dance floor was already packed. But Trevor waved over a bouncer, and they were escorted past the line and into the roped-off VIP section on the second level. From up there, they had a perfect view of the whole club dancers, costumes, lights spinning like a kaleidoscope. Moments later, a server approached dressed as a sexy nurse, complete with a short red-and-white dress, thigh-high stockings, and a clipboard for their orders. “Shots or cocktails to start?” she asked with a wink. The girls ordered fruity mixed drinks while the guys opted for bourbon or beer. As the server sauntered away, the group settled into plush lounge seating."Okay, everyone photos before we get sweaty!" Abby declared, already pulling out her phone. The girls grouped together with huge smiles, arms around each other. Jerica snagged Jake for a sweet couples shot, and then Abby handed the phone off to Joe to take one of
Alice ducked under a low-hanging branch, her boots crunching over fallen leaves as she led the group deeper into the forest. The dense woods were quiet aside from the sounds of nature: birds chirping in the trees, the occasional scurrying of small animals through the underbrush, and the steady rhythm of their footsteps. Tyler’s family followed closely behind, backpacks snug, eyes sharp."Where exactly are we going again?" Tyler asked, readjusting his pack. Alice glanced back at him. “We’re tracking a healer I once knew. Her name’s Malina. She was a little older than me when we met, but if she’s still alive, she might be living in a safe zone a few miles from here.” “Why do they live this way?” he asked, brushing a spiderweb from his sleeve. “Out here? Hiding?”Alice sighed, stepping over a fallen log. “Because they were hunted, Tyler. For decades. People feared what they didn’t understand. Gifted wolves were kidnapped, tested on, even killed. Some had their children taken from them. F