Mag-log inZarek’s POVWhere the hell did she go?Freesia was here, I know she was here. But I’ve searched every damn inch of this bar, and she was nowhere to be found.The bar slowly emptied out, and a calm settled in the air for the first time since we arrived. The thoughts in my mind grew quiet for a moment
That’s right, Freesia. I am a white wolf. I possess great power. You possess great power. I apologize for concealing myself for so long.It was too much. The excruciating pain, Zarek’s scent, the white wolf’s words…it was all too much. I could only afford to think about the baby. Do not worry, Free
Zarek’s POVI wasn’t expecting much from this visit. I brought a few betas along to scout a neutral area that had the potential to be a part of our pack’s expanded territory.The rumors I’d heard about Ashveil were all the same: it was a dirty, run-down neutral zone littered with rogues. Not much ha
Worst of all, though, was that he never paid our wages on time. I didn’t mind at first, as the cost of staying at the motel was low and I had a steady income from my job at the convenience store to pay for it. But I recently moved into a studio apartment to prepare a space for the baby, and rent was
Freesia’s POVIt turned out that my appetite, the aspect of myself that I’ve despised for so long, was good for something after all.I endured years of ridicule from Zarek and my classmates for being overweight. But somewhere along the way, I developed a keen attention to flavors and tastes in a way
When the fireplace weakened, I insisted that my mother stay inside while I grabbed more firewood. I was ten years old, after all, and impatient to fill my role as future Alpha.I didn’t even make it to the shed before I sensed them. Their scent was unmistakable: vampires. My feet stayed frozen in the c







