"You were dreaming about Max turning into a wolf?""Yes.""During a sex dream?" "Yes, Neela," I say, exasperated. We are walking to the coffee shop, and our shift begins in a few minutes. We are raking a shortcut to the cafe. A dirt path snaking out of the back of Neela's faculty building. Someone bumps into me."Umpfh" What hits me first is the stench that emanates from him. This one is unlike anything I've ever smelt. The smell is cold and frigid...it is so pungent, my eyes water. I imagine that if death had a smell, this would be it. Something else about the stranger puts me on edge, I can't really place my finger on it, but this time, it's less of a smell and more of a feeling. I turn to look over at him, and my blood freezes in my veins. Every single instinct I have screams at me to run, but my my body doesn't cooperate. My shock holds me in place. My foot is stuck to the ground, and my heart feels like it's stopped beating.He has a greasy mousy brown hair that makes the ext
What seem like million things happen at once. The wolf leaps at me and time slows down. My senses sharpen, bringing the world into sharp focus. My sense of self-preservation kicks in and I'm regretting my vulnerable position right now, too late. I stretch my right hand out and try to grab on to something, anything at all that I can use for a weapon.The wolf lands on me and all breath vanishes from my lungs. I barely manage to keep my eyes on it. My heart pounds like mad drums and bood rushes to my head. The wolf lets out a growl, thick pools of saliva falls on my shirt. Faster than my eye can track he bends his head and bites my arm. It's teeth sinking into my skin feels like a thousand sharp needles piercing me. I let out an ear splitting scream. The wolf savagely rips out a chunk of flesh leaving my hand a mangled mess, I can't help the whimper that escapes me. The pain almost makes me black out. I feel the blood oozing out. It's hot and cold at the same time, like in some twiste
Max's Pov.It was a mess. Everything was one big horrible mess. She just lay there, so still. Her eyes closed, and the skin on her chest was so mauled that it looked like ground beef, and her blood was everywhere.Only years of training kept my control from fracturing. I turn to Natalie"Hurry," I growl out. She looks up at me, and her expression tells me more than she can say. "She's losing too much blood,""There isn't much that I can do, Max." Her calm demeanour contrasts with the urgency of the situation. It pushes my control. I let out a growl, but her hands keep on moving without stopping even as she adds, "She isn't a Wolf, and there isn't much I can do for her here, She needs a doctor,""You're a doctor," she gives me an arched look." She needs a human doctor and a human hospital.""Can we move her?" "Yes, quickly she's still losing a lot of blood." Panic roars through me threatening to fracture my control, but I wrench it back, regaining mastery over myself."The car
I get out of the car and walk away to clear my head."Well, that was interesting," Luke says from behind me as other pack members trickle out from the woods with the body of a rogue wolf carried by two pack soldiers. "Guard her." I order Luke, and then i walk towards the soldiers holding the wolf. As soon as I walk over, the soldiers incline their head with respect. I ignore it. I notice absently that I tower over them. I stare at the rogue wolf, not quite comprehending how it is that he managed to escape Calista's protective detail. I tilt my head studying the mouse brown of his fur. He had all the indications of a rogue wolf. His fur was patchy and discoloured. Even dead, his stench was still revolting. But what I could not quite grasp was why he was after Calista."Report"Joel, the golden haired, Amber eyed one that gives off surfer vibes, speaks up."Somehow, he got past our guards and came after her. After we got to the site of the attack, we engaged him and finished him off
I float in a void of nothingness, my consciousness, a thing of the past as I'm sucked into a memory. "Callie" someone screams, slamming my bedroom door open. "Happy birthday day to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday, Happy birthday to you." I blink rapidly clearing the fog of sleep from my eyes, half hoping I'm still dreaming. I observe my mum in her pyjamas and fuzzy slippers singing the happy birthday song in a very off-key tone, as usual. "Mom!" I scream. I'd specially asked her not to do this, but in true mom style, I guess she had to make sure I was thoroughly embarrassed. "Happy birthday, sweetie," she laughs instead, her hand reaching out to ruffle my hair. I duck and hide under my pillow. "Canon ball," Nicole, my younger sister, screams running into my room. I remove my head from under my pillow just in time to see her barrel into me. "Umpfh," I grunt and catch her. She smiles up at me cheekily."Daddy messed up the cake, but he's bringing up a cup
Max's Pov"So, I talked to Tarla," Luke says from the chair he's sprawled on. I look up from across the room and the scotch I'm pouring"What is it now?" I ask my Beta exasperated. We are currently in my study discussing pack matters. I know he's about to say something to me about Calista, he's very casual about it but I know him well enough to recognise his tells. From the seemingly casual position to the overly casual manner with which he begins this particular conversation.And I also know that ever since Tarla got back from the Ridgewell pack, and saw Calista’s condition she has been pissed and mean as hell, it stands to reason she would have told Luke, hoping my best friend would speak sense into me."When were you going to tell me?" He asks still maintaining the pose, which might have fooled an average observer, but only a wolf would recognize the set of his shoulders and the slight shifts in his scent from wolf to man.The fact that it fluctuates at all is proof of the magnitu
I've lived 20 years of my life sheltered, and protected from a lot of things.I thought I'd experienced pain before but this awful harrowing feeling in my chest threatens to overwhelm me. I stare deep into his eyes, one part of me, the part of me that is wildly attracted to him half hopes he is lying, while the other sensible part of me is stunned by the ramifications of what he has just told me. Questions fly about in my head at a million miles per hour, but only one question presses me with its urgency."Why would a wolf have glowing eyes?" I ask him. I'm surprised with how calm my voice is because inside, I'm a hot mess of emotions, all of which are fighting for the prime position, of which of them I'm going to express first. Max closes his eyes like my question causes him physical pain. He brings me closer and rests his forehead on mine. He lets a breath before saying."Because a wolf with glowing eyes isn't an ordinary wolf, but a werewolf." I look at him stunned. Disbelief, an
"That didn't go over so well, did it." I look up from my crouched position on the floor. "I know you," I say, to the girl in front of me. She is poised, with an unruffled air. She looks close to my age, and her blond hair is cut close to her scalp, bringing her gorgeous facial features into stark relief. She's wearing a black crop top paired with black cargo pants and combat boots. "No, you don't" she retorts"Yes I do, you were with him""Oh yes," she chuckles, "you saw us, in your school, and then ran away like a hell itself was on your tail" Colour rises in my cheeks as mortification fills me. I close my eyes and let out a groan."Just go away please," I say to her."No can do sweetheart" she replies crouching.For some reason, her calling me sweetheart makes me see red. My emotions fine-tune themselves into a solid blade of anger. I rush at her, screaming, hands outstretched, hoping to choke her, but with surprising and frankly embarrassing ease, she slaps my hand away. In a