LOGINSloane"Shit, shit, shit." Leora is freaking out, her expression falling, her shoulders curving forward. She instantly huddles up against her sister as she reaches us, while Samson snarls under his breath."You take care of the girls, and I'll fix this," Samson instructs.Something about the way he says that irks me. Maybe it's the competitive side of me, or that he says it with such cockiness in front of Cara, that it rubs me the wrong way."Don't think so." I shove Cara right into his arms. "She gets away and it's all on you."Before he can even respond, I strip my shirt off and toss it behind me, kicking off my shoes and unzipping my pants. I'm rather fond of these clothes, and I don't want them destroyed. The warm breeze rushes over my naked body, and just as fast, the change erupts through me like a tornado, tearing me to shreds as my wolf pours out of me like lava. The agony stings, my body shuddering. In seconds, my large, white paws hit the ground, and the surrounding smells i
SloaneAdrenaline soars through me once more from the chase, and this time I won't give her the satisfaction of slipping away from me. I swing around the back of the inn where I'd seen her vanish, following that addictive, sugary scent. Branches whack into my head, and I growl my annoyance, but I'm closing in. All I see is her small, curved body swerving right and left around trees, her dark hair whipping across her back like a flag.My cock throbs at the pursuit, at the sight before me. I'm well aware she isn't mine to take... at least not yet, anyway, but who says playing with your food isn't permitted?I quicken my pace and use a fallen log to catapult myself over a cluster of shrubs. My feet hit the soft earth just as she whips back around a nearby tree and comes at me so fast I can't react quick enough. By the time I notice she's grasping a branch, she's already whacking it wildly at my side. The ache spirals up my back, but it's nothing compared to real pain in warfare, so I swa
SloaneI stride across the cottage, Samson at my side, leaving Donald and Cage at the table. I'm used to them planning together—it's what an Alpha and his second in command should do. Doesn't mean Donald still won't piss me off. And it has nothing to do with who he is, but the way he carries himself. Since he arrived to live with us in the Ulv pack in Denmark, he's never truly opened up and has always remained by the sidelines. I'm not one to believe he is against us; the bastard is just angry with the whole fucking world. I just wish he'd find a way to deal with that dark shit and move the fuck on already.Samson stumbles on his next step and I snatch his arm, steadying him before he face-plants into the front door. "You trying to kiss the wall?" I chuckle as he finds his feet."What the fuck was that?" he glances back around to see what he tripped over."It's called your feet." I wrench open the door to the tavern, and a burst of cool air rushes inside and curls around us. "Let's ta
SamsonThe two guards outside the cottage are sitting on the front steps, enjoying their own plate of food. Cage always makes sure everyone under his command is fed. It's one trait he picked up from his father back in Denmark. A place Cage wants to leave behind. The country is split in two, in fact, ruled by two very different Alphas. The north is controlled by Ludvig, the Norse Sector Alpha from the X-Clan pack, while the south falls under Frode's jurisdiction, the Viking Alpha of the Ulv wolves and Cage's father.When I reach the curtain separating Cara's room from the bar, I clear my throat to announce my presence. Cara draws the black curtains back immediately. She's wearing a loose-fitting blue shirt with tight pants, her hair wet and slicked off her face. She's still wearing black gloves. Her eyes fall to the plate of food, while Leora rushes over from across the room."About time, we're starving. Hand that over."I offer Leora the platter, which she greedily accepts, and when C
Samson"Can we trust Cara?" Donald asks, lounging in the chair in the tavern. His gaze travels around the table from me to Cage, finally landing on Sloane. There's a darkness behind his green eyes like there always is, and I hate how I can never tell what he's thinking by his expression. I've always felt he wears a broody demeanor as a guise, appearing content, his words and smile just a mask. But who am I to question Cage's second in command?"The way I see it," he continues, "she's got her sister back, so what's to stop her from leading us into a trap?""Are you afraid of a little girl?" Sloane mutters before taking another swig of the beer from his flask. "Last time I looked, she wasn't a full witch, she was one against us, and hmm, let me see, she's still looking for her other sister, which we can say we'll continue searching for after our mission.""Or better yet," Cage adds, "if she returns to collect Leora without us during our mission, Rai will slice both their throats. She is
Cage“Leora,” Cara gasps, her body trembling, and when she looks back at me, there are tears rolling down her cheeks. I’m not surprised often, but this reaction takes me utterly off guard. It’s rare to see such emotional connections in this world. Back home, I had never seen my parents shed a tear, not even when my sister was taken by force and given to the enemy as part of a treaty between our clans.When my grip slackens, Cara’s lips twitch into a smile, and the next thing I know, she’s pulled free and is sprinting toward the cave. She hugs Leora and they both vanish inside.I push forward and follow them. I doubt my family would ever show such enthusiasm to see me, except Grandma Magda. But fuck them. They’re the reason I’m in Romania to stake claim of my own territory, to find a way to save my sister because my parents are doing fuck all in the name of not angering the enemy wolf clan.With the small pack of followers I’ve gained, it’s enough to establish my own territory, seeing







