[Strange Happening] SEBASTIAN Atticus’ paws skidded to a halt outside the hospital. A petite nurse with short wavy locs, dressed in scrub shorts and a shirt, hurried over to me with a change of clothes in her hand. She must be the nurse Dr. Howard sent. As I approached, she descended the stairs and placed the clothes in my mouth with a kind smile. I nodded and dashed off to find some privacy to change. The shorts were a little short for my liking, showing off my muscled thighs, as the shirt was too tight. Who was I to complain, though? I kept tugging on the shirt to make it cover more than my belly button. After the third time and the hem rolled up again, I just ignored the stupid thing and made my way toward the front desk. The pack hospital was like your typical general hospital, just short of a few departments more suitable for humans. We still have departments for urgent care, maternity ward, children's ward, and much more. When my ancestors built this place—according to my f
[Goodbyes] OWEN “Are you excited about being home?” Amanda muttered, glancing over her right shoulder. Her long, dark auburn hair whirled out, split by the wind, and streaming over her shoulders, whereas her khaki coat flapped in all directions behind her, protecting her from the blistering breeze that came out of nowhere. With slow, deliberate steps, I drew closer to her. My thoughts and emotions were still playing catch up, unable to believe that after five long years apart, we were finally together again. Nothing had made me happier since I left her to join the Ambersky pack. When Blair’s father, Tyrone, asked for a volunteer to join the Ambersky pack, and I said yes, it was not my best decision. I would admit that. But with Amanda going to school and her father being such a nag about me being a distraction, I figured, why not? What I didn’t know was that it would take five years. Five years of pining for her touch, her love, and her smile. I tucked a few stray hairs behind he
[The First Shift] SIERRA “Okay, you’ve twisted my arm,” I said. “Although I don’t think I’m a fan of having my bones break and rearrange. I remember when I was five, I fell from a tree in our backyard and sprained my ankle. My mother rushed me to the hospital. The doctor told her it was only a sprain, but I remember the pain as if I’d broken my foot. It was the most excruciating pain.” “I wish I could tell you this won’t be worse, Sierra. When we shift into our wolves, our bodies change to accommodate the shift. You’re human, so I expect it will hurt even more for you,” Sasha informed me. How in the hell could she keep a straight face and tell me something like that? “I will regret this—” “Think of it this way,” she interrupted me with a kind smile, taking my hand in hers. “Doing this will save your mate and your pack.” We stayed silent for a while, and I welcomed the solitude to think about this. Although Sasha was right, doing this could help me save Sebastian and our pack. I
[A Strange Place] SIERRA “What in the world?” My gaze surveyed the room—which I easily ascertained was a nursery—astounded by the luxurious furnishings. This room was twice the size of what I had in the packhouse. Heck, it was even bigger than Sebastian’s. If memory serves, none of the rooms in the packhouse were as Victorian or primordial, and that easily meant one thing: I wasn’t on pack lands. Being in a confused state, I cautiously approached the window, expecting to find any recognizable landmarks to tell me where I was. To my great disappointment, I only saw a dismal blackness blanketing the landscape and confusing me further. “Sybil, are you there?” Perhaps she might explain why and how we journeyed back in time. Sasha suggested I should imagine myself at home with Sebastian, which I did. So, how did I get here? I waited for Sybil to respond, but she never did. I stumbled away from the window, fear rippling through me like a sudden chill. A queasy feeling started in my sto
[Answers, Not Excuses I] SEBASTIAN “Dammit!” I grunted, banging my fists on the table. It shuddered under the blow. One hour of sifting through these dusty ass files, folder after folder, and I was no closer to finding the information I sought about Owen. I searched every folder with the initials O and B. Yet I found nothing. How was that possible? It was as if he had never been a member of this pack. How could that be? How could a guy have lived, worked, and socialized in my pack for five years, and there be no documentation on him? What was I missing? Five folders of files on pack members and his weren’t among them. I at least expected to find his medical records, considering he had to undergo a series of tests, including a full medical checkup, a mental evaluation, and a physical inspection. This was where my aggravation had gotten worse. Two days ago, I called Dr. Howard and asked for a copy of Owen’s records that he should have on file. Do you know what he told me, and I quo
[Answers, Not Excuses II] SEBASTIAN Like many recent events unfolding around my pack, I had no clue what this word meant. It could be a first or last name. Heck, who knew if it wasn’t a location or some sort of code used by Owen and his abhorrent cronies for their secret language? Sometimes I wish the solutions I sought were as fortuitous as the problems themselves. There I go again with my wishful thinking. Nothing could ever be easy or simple, could it? Sigh... I launched the internet browser and typed in the name. They weren’t kidding when they called it the World Wide Web. A bunch of things I doubt had any meaning came up in the search, along with a few names. “Crap, crap, and more crap.” I would ask again, why couldn’t anything ever be easy? My subconscious urged me to take a break, as the search was obviously getting me nowhere. That couldn’t be any closer to the truth. This search was indeed going nowhere. Frankly, when nothing else among the pile screamed importance, I s
[Madam Elsbeth] ZAIDEN It had been days since that altercation with my father, and somehow I kept a straight face whenever I sat in his presence. The man was a menace—cruel and unstable. How had I not noticed that before? The gods above knew I couldn’t wait to make him pay. Knock, knock, knock. “Prince Zaiden, it’s Princess Cassidy.” Her soothing voice wafted to my ears. I jerked upright at the sound of her voice and skidded toward the door, yanked it open and tugged her into the room. Since my father suspected her father was at the castle for another reason than our wedding, I had been trying to avoid them at all costs. She staggered forward and would have fallen flat on her face if I had released her hand. “What are you doing?” Princess Cassidy asked. Her brows furrowed together when she noticed the state of my chambers—dark and unkempt. “Zaiden, what’s going on?” I locked the door, then dragged her toward the parlor, and turned on the television to drown out the sound. My act
[The Raid] SEBASTIAN The teams and I went over the plan one more time, determining we knew our objectives. Everything had to go off without a hitch, and if men stumbled, our plans could go awry. “So, does everybody know what they’re supposed to do? There can be no mistakes out there today. I should not have to stress on that.” “Yes, Alpha,” they roared in unison. “Connor, your group will take the lead and prepare their diversionary tactics. Your team will fall back behind, out of sight, Elliott. Once you arrive, track down the pups and return them to the pack. Avoid lingering. Now let’s go!” I commanded. Everyone dispersed into groups. I went outside and found Rory still skulking. He was giving out his orders for the warriors to protect the safe house from attack. “Beta Rory!” I called him over. “Alpha, what can I do for you?” “Rory, you need to understand this is nothing personal. With Sierra indisposed and I away on this mission, I need you here.” I slapped him on the should