Hey, y'all, Brandi here. I just wanted to take the time to say thank you to everyone for all the continued love and support you have shown me. The chapter marks the end of this book. It's been a roller coaster of ups and downs, but we've finally made it to the end of Rain and Zion's story (for now). There will be a sequel following Odett and Sam's story. Again, Thank you, and please bear with me as I take some time to start this next book. Love, Brandi Ray
Life is not a fairy tale. Life is hard and painful. It is dark and empty. And maybe it's a Fairy Tale for most people, maybe it is happy and always sunny, but that's not the case for me. Who am I? Well, my name is Rain. I have no last name, just Rain. I'm an orphaned witch in the Blue River werewolf pack. I always wondered what my parents were like and why they abandoned me in a wolf pack, of all places. Did they not love me? Was I a mistake? Are they even still alive? I may never know the answers to the many questions, and I doubt I have a peaceful future ahead of me. Everyone in the pack hates me, well, everyone but my best friend, Jessica Tompson, another orphan. Her parents were killed in a rouge attack on the pack when she was only seven. With her family all dead, even though she was born into the pack, she became an orphan like me. Except when she hits seventeen, she gets her wolf and her place at the pack house. I, unlike her, will become a pack slave. I won't even ge
Almost two weeks have passed and there's been no beatings or lashes lately even though I've definitely messed up a few times. But I'm grateful for it nonetheless. Things have been pretty none eventful. "Okay, Rainie bug, it's time to clean out your wounds. Come on and lay on your belly across my bed." Jess says while tugging on my arm. "OWW ok, just don't pull so hard," I say "You're not still in pain, are you?" she asked as I remove my shirt. "Just a tad bit." I groan out as I lay across her bed. "But ill be okay, I promise." "At least you're finally starting to heal. Another week or two, and you should be all better." She said happily as she smears the antibiotic cream over my wounds and starts applying the bandages. "Hopefully, the scaring won't be too bad." "I'm not worried about any scars. No one will ever see them anyway. I'm worried about surviving this pack after you turn seventeen and leave the orphanage, and I get moved to the packhouse as the pack slave." I s
"Happy birthday, sis," I say gently to wake her up. And she sits up and smiles up at me. "So, how does it feel to be seventeen?" "Strange, other than the other voice in my head, I don't feel any different," she says, with a huge grin on her face, and it takes me a minute to get what she means. "So you got your wolf?" I ask, and she nods in response. "OH MY GODDESS, I'm so happy for you. What's her name? Is she sweet? Does she like you? Oh, I guess that was a stupid question. Of course, she likes you, sorry!" "Hahaha, I love you, Rainie bug. Her name is Shina. She's very nice. And she said she likes you and me both. oh, and she also said she needs more of your cooking." She says with the brightest smile on her face. "She even likes me and my cooking?" I ask, shocked that she even noticed my existence. "Of course, sis, your cooking is amazing, and you're the sweetest person I know. What's not to like?" she says, making me smile. "I love you, Jess," I say as I pull her in
We've spent the rest of the morning with the kids playing, making sure they had everything they needed, showing them where the first aid kit is and anything else they may need once we leave. "Rain... Jessica." Called Joshy, a 14-year-old orphaned boy whose parents died along with Jessicas' parents in the rouge attack on the pack. As we walked down the hall to the stairs, I was hit with the most amazing scent of cider and roses. If only I could bottle the scent and keep it forever. But as we got to the bottom step, my thoughts were pulled from finding the source of the scent to the chaos that was in front of us. The Alpha was standing in the living room with an adorable little curly brown-haired girl by his side, who smelled like a rouge, Ms.Leana, and two of the pack guards I didn't recognize. Apparently, they killed the little girls' father at the border after he crossed over into the packs' territory, and since there are laws about executing underage rogue children, they had
As I'm getting ready to cook dinner for the kids for the last time, I decided to cook their favorite meal, Pork tacos, mac and cheese, and red velvet cupcakes for dessert. The kids demolish every bit of the food I've cooked. Then Jess takes the kids upstairs and starts getting them ready for bed. I decide to get to know the little girl we will be taking with us. She's a tiny little thing with long curly brown hair and emerald green eyes, just like mine. I sit her on the edge of Jessicas' bed and start asking questions like her name, her age, her favorite color, and anything I can think of that she may be able to tell me. But I get nothing, not even the smallest of noises. "She hasn't spoken a word since she arrived," Jess says, walking into the room. "Either she's too scared to talk, or she can't." "Will you have enough masking spray for the both of you?" I ask, curious if we'll have to get more before we leave. "Yes, I have plenty to make it at least a week for the both of u
After running for about two more hours, Shina stopped to listen for guards that might have been alerted to us crossing the border and coming after us. When she's sure nothing is coming our way, she motions for me to remove a still-sleeping Odett from her back before shifting back to her human form and putting her clothes back on. She takes our bags, and we continue walking for another mile or two before we come to a creek with a beautiful little waterfall. "My father used to bring me here when he was still alive, but I haven't been back since the attack." She says, with pain and longing in her eyes as she relieves those memories. "There's a small cave behind that waterfall we can sleep in for a few hours. No one knows about it but my father and I, so we should be safe." Once we're in the cave, Jess lays down the blanket, and I place Odett on it, and we lay down on either side of her to make sure she gets our body heat and is safe. Then we dose off. I wake up to a strange voi
"I think it's time for us to start walking again, we only have a few more hours till nightfall, and we need to find shelter before it gets dark," I say, and Jess nods in agreement."So, where exactly are we going?" Jess asked as we watch Odett running around playing, making both of us smile."I think we need to head toward New Orleans," Dosha said. "There are many witches there. Maybe one of them could help you with your magic.""Dosha thinks we should go to New Orleans," I answer."Who is Dosha? And why New Orleans?" She asks, looking at me questionably."Dosha is my wolf, and she thinks we'll be able to find a witch in New Orleans that can help me with my magic," I say, turning my head to meet her gaze, not sure if she would believe me. "Oh, and the rings in our eyes are to show that Odette and I are hybrids. Though I'm not sure why they appear and disappear.""Okay, New Orleans it is, then. If I can remember correctly, it should be directly south of us, it will take a few days of
Orians P.O.V. As we follow the trail to the rogue, my mind is preoccupied with thoughts of my newly found mate. The image of her short blond hair and beautiful blue eyes on the verge of tears looking up at me popped into my mind making my chest tighten. "We need to hurry this up quickly and get back to our mate!" My wolf De'von commands. "You didn't even ask her what her name was! Some mate you are." "Yes, master," I reply in a snarky tone. "I just thought it would make her happy if we saved her sister first." "Okay, point taken." He huffs out, and I roll my eyes. At that moment, I smell the blood of rogues, not just one, but multiple. It smells like at least five, if not more. One female wolf wouldn't be able to take on all of them. The panic starts to settle in the pit of my stomach. "Beta!" I heard the scout I sent ahead call out from the top of a nearby hill, and as soon as I met his gaze, I knew something was wrong. The smell of more rogues and more blood