Forty-Two—The Hunter Group(2) “Hi I’m Sebastian.” He repeated again, the one who saved me. I panted heavily, unable to fathom or gather my very own thoughts. Scared. Terrified from the high chase that was almost bound to take my life by Dinah, she was a Luna from what she said. He stretched forth his hand again, right after he adjusted the string on his mechanic bow. I could smell the poison on it—Wolfsbane. My heart thumped so fast, I was scared it would rip from my chest, as I stretched my hands towards him. He pulled me up, I dusted the granules of dirt away from the back of my skirt. Still panting heavily, he led me down the forest whilst looking sideways frantically. He was a stranger and yet I held onto him like my life depended on it. “Stay close. There might be more from the pack looming around.” “Pack??” My voice was raspy, “You know all about them?” “The Midnight Pack?” He replied, “Yes I do. They’ve been terrorizing the town for centuries. I thoug
Thirty-Nine—It’s over**ASHER** A dreadful sense of woe washed through me as I stood in front of the door to the Blackwood Mansion. My own home. I was the alpha, the first of my kind, and yet I was scared to go into my own home to face the pack. My ears pronged as I exerted my hearing powers, a clear ploy to eavesdrop on their conversation. I could hear the stomps from Monty’s boots as he paced back and forth, Saul’s huffing from his heavy breath, Gina remaining as silent as ever. Himmel, Spike, Samuel and Jordan. They all were speaking over each other until Dinah yelled for peace and quiet. I gulped hard. “He’s here.” I heard Reagan say and the door opened. They all turned to look at me, piercing eyes, enough to stab me through the guts if they could. Reagan sighed deeply, “Let’s all go to the living room. The hallway is studded as it is. I made some caramel pop— “Shove your treats up your ass Reagan. That’s not what we’re here for.” Saul snapped, his voice alw
Thirty-Nine—It’s over**ASHER** A dreadful sense of woe washed through me as I stood in front of the door to the Blackwood Mansion. My own home. I was the alpha, the first of my kind, and yet I was scared to go into my own home to face the pack. My ears pronged as I exerted my hearing powers, a clear ploy to eavesdrop on their conversation. I could hear the stomps from Monty’s boots as he paced back and forth, Saul’s huffing from his heavy breath, Gina remaining as silent as ever. Himmel, Spike, Samuel and Jordan. They all were speaking over each other until Dinah yelled for peace and quiet. I gulped hard. “He’s here.” I heard Reagan say and the door opened. They all turned to look at me, piercing eyes, enough to stab me through the guts if they could. Reagan sighed deeply, “Let’s all go to the living room. The hallway is studded as it is. I made some caramel pop— “Shove your treats up your ass Reagan. That’s not what we’re here for.” Saul snapped, his voice alw
Thirty-Nine—It’s over**ASHER** A dreadful sense of woe washed through me as I stood in front of the door to the Blackwood Mansion. My own home. I was the alpha, the first of my kind, and yet I was scared to go into my own home to face the pack. My ears pronged as I exerted my hearing powers, a clear ploy to eavesdrop on their conversation. I could hear the stomps from Monty’s boots as he paced back and forth, Saul’s huffing from his heavy breath, Gina remaining as silent as ever. Himmel, Spike, Samuel and Jordan. They all were speaking over each other until Dinah yelled for peace and quiet. I gulped hard. “He’s here.” I heard Reagan say and the door opened. They all turned to look at me, piercing eyes, enough to stab me through the guts if they could. Reagan sighed deeply, “Let’s all go to the living room. The hallway is studded as it is. I made some caramel pop— “Shove your treats up your ass Reagan. That’s not what we’re here for.” Saul snapped, his voice alw
Chapter Thirty-Six—A dead end For the first time in all Twenty-seven years of living, I felt my heart stop. I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping, praying, that Dinah in front of me was just an illusion. But she wasn’t… She was standing right in front of me.. “What are you— “I followed you.” I frowned deeply. Surely there was no way she could’ve followed me without my knowledge, unless she masked her own scent. My eyes narrowed and I saw Regan’s special elixir, made to combat and hide a werewolf’s presence. My brows creased even deeper, wishing he’d never made the stupid thing. Clearing my throat, “You followed me?” She shrugged, “You were blowing me off.” “I wasn’t blowing you off.” My eyes wandered, hoping she wouldn’t notice, “I clearly set a boundary Dinah. I didn’t want to be disturbed and yet, here you are.” She let out a scoff, taking a seat down on the sand, the rumbling of the fast moving waters could be heard. Once it was a sound whic
Chapter Thirty-Seven—Asher’s Secret **AURORA** A dreaded sense of chill coursed through my veins as I made my way through the woods. The memories of my first attack, by the redwood tree, Asher’s lies about how i simply just passed out. It all came in full force, now that I knew what he really was, and how his kind existed. I could already hear the water by the creek. The same soothing sounds that seemed to calm my nerves, I gulped hard, clutching onto the bottle of wolfsbane powder Mrs Ackerman had given to me. I was going to see him and I wasn’t sure why. A part of me wanted to end things for good, a huge part of me didn’t. A part wanted to take back the painting, the other wanted him to have it—money or not. After all, he was my perfect muse. I stepped on a branch, cursing under my breath as my skirt was caught in a snag. I crouched low to wrangle the fabric free, when I felt a sharp breeze brush past me. I quickly jerked upright, my throat ran dry. I turned aro