I paced the living room, anxiously running my hands through my hair as I waited.Finally, he arrived.“Wraith, you’re back.” His gaze travelled down me, looking for any visible injuries. “I’m fine.” I assured him, but that didn’t seem to do.He walked to me, gently cupping my cheeks. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”“Jake came just in time. Everything is fine.”“Are you sure?” he questioned, and I could see just how worried he was.“Yes.”“And Blake?”“He’s well too.”He let out a breath of relief. “Wraith—”“I shouldn’t have left you alone. I should have known something like this was bound to happen; I shouldn’t have left you unprotected.” He whispered, leaning against me as he took in my scent. He pulled my hair to the side, exposing the length of my neck, and he placed soft kisses down its length. “I’m so sorry.” He apologized, even if none of this was his fault.I let out a shaky breath, my head fell backwards, granting him more access. He kissed every inch, down to the dip of my n
TESSA’S POVI was back here. In the very same lair, Falcone had held me in. In this dream, Falcone was very much alive. Like a spectator, I witnessed it all play out.The slightly younger version of me, laid bound to the metal table. I felt her panic, her fear, and also her fury—I felt it all once again. “Wraith will never forgive you for this.” I said to him, but when he turned to respond, his gaze was fixed on my doubleganger, the version of me still bound to the table.“That’s the point of it,” he responded, before picking up the rod. I could never forget it; it was the same one he had used to brand me. I stared at my arm, but strangely it was bare of his mark.He placed the tip of the rod into a transparent glass container; inside of it was a strange silvery liquid which erupted on contact with the metal, releasing a purple steam.A smirk stretched on Falcone’s face as he took out the rod, only to place it in a coal pot, which burnt bright yellow.A gasp escaped my lips, I quick
WRAITH’S POV“Have you heard? The Iron Claw Pack will be holding a ball in two weeks.” Jake said, taking a seat on one of the office chairs.“Well, I have now.”“I think it’s all part of some scheme.”“Rex is always scheming. But the Iron Claw’s ball is the very last thing on your mind.”“Clearly. Lately you’ve been quite distressed; is something the matter?”There’s been one thing on my mind. Tessa. I was worried about her; The fact that I couldn’t understand what was happening to her made it even worse.“How much do you know about… nursing mothers?” I questioned, even if I was aware Jake was the last person I should be asking that question.“Only what Angelina had told me during her visit to the Maternity Ward. Why?” he questioned, sitting up.“This question might sound a bit strange, but I’m curious to know. Do nursing mothers suffer from… memory lapses?”“Actually, it’s pretty common. Angelina told me once of a mother who had handed her child to a friend, only to forget who she’d
REX POVI watched Danika walk away.If Richard hadn’t interrupted, I would have done it. I would have closed the distance between us and kissed her.What the hell was I thinking? Danika was nothing like the other women I’ve been with; she was different in more ways than one. Crossing that line with her could end up getting things even more messy; it could end up bringing change.Change wasn’t always a good thing.“It seems Miss. Danika isn’t very comfortable around me. I can’t blame her; after all, I’d kidnapped her.”“I gave the order.” I reminded him.“What is your plan, Alpha?”“Whatever do you mean?” I questioned, even if I knew exactly what he was referring to.“With her.” He pointed at the door she’d gone through. “Are you planning to have her as a breeder? That much would make sense, or perhaps she’d become the second ever human Luna when you make her your mate?”“I will not make her into my breeder, I’m sure she’ll detest the idea of lowering herself into nothing more than a
Rex led me away from the training field.“Are we heading to yet another place where you can flaunt your skills?” I questioned as we headed back for the pack house.“Not exactly, I want to show you something.”“I can’t believe I’ll have to climb up those stairs again. I wonder how tiresome it would be for your pack members.”“Actually… it’s not. Why climb down the stairs when you can simply jump?” He questioned, and I gave him a questioning look before realizing what he meant.Of course, for werewolves with their inhumane speed, it will be no trouble at all. I’d witnessed a werewolf’s speed once, when Rex had revealed to me his true nature. I could have sworn he hadn’t moved, and yet, somehow, he’d gotten to me.“That makes much sense now.” I admitted.“Perhaps, I’ll need to install an elevator to make your movement easier.”I burst into laughter, but Rex wasn’t joking; he’d actually meant it.“So you would really do that?”“You complained about the stairs, that’s the solution.”“There
Rex guided me past the manor and around to the back.Once again, I was astonished. The land stretched out vast and open, but unlike the elegance of the front, this place was much… different.For one, there were a lot of people present. Wolves, I could tell.“This is the pack’s training ground, though more demanding exercises take place in a clearing deeper in the woods,” he informed me. I counted about five training rings. In each, two members faced off, their movements nothing short of graceful. While others kept busy with different exercises, some were punching at wooden dummies, others lifting hefty weights, and a few firing arrows into target boards.In one of the rings was Jet—the guy I’d met in the woods. He seemed to be getting the upper hand against his opponent, landing punch after punch with precision at him.“Do they enjoy getting beaten up?” I asked, curious.“Partially, yes, though they’d much rather win the fight. But you should know—werewolves heal fast.”“That’s why y