[Fun And Games] ARIELLA “You didn’t tell anyone we were going out tonight, did you?” Abby’s eyes drifted to the ground, to her feet—anywhere but at me. She shuffled somewhat, as if not wanting to make much noise. Her changed conduct proved she had told someone else about tonight. “You did, didn’t you? And let me guess: Bryce?” “I-I didn’t want to say anything,” Abby squealed in a high pitch, giving me a side-long glance. “Yeah, I may have let slip we were going out tonight. Besides, wouldn’t it be nice to have them there to keep undesirable men away?” Sure, it was a good thing to have them around to ward off undesirable men. Did we need the backup, though? No. Abby and I had the same skills to protect ourselves. I wasn’t against hanging out with them again. What he did the last time we hung out, blabbing to his father without consulting me first, regardless of whether his life was in danger, irritated me. “If you’d rather it be just us, I can come up with an excuse—“ I shook m
[Drawing A Line] MALIK I made myself a cup of coffee, hoping it would shake me out of the funk I was in. Whatever it was—a dream, a vision, whatever—I was still on high alert and shaking with dread. Moreover, it made my decision to cease and desist the fighting against the werewolves difficult after seeing my entire family die such gruesome deaths and being powerless to save them. Or was it implying that would happen unless I stopped the attacks? The horrified look on my mother’s face as that wolf tore into her flashed across my mind like a traumatic image burned into my brain and was impossible to erase, slicing through me with a sharp pang of pain and regret. I shuddered, tightening my hold on the coffee mug to shut out the disturbing images replaying in my head—wolves turning on hunters; bloodied corpses strewn across the forest floor as the howls pierced the air. Desperate to distract myself, I tried to focus on mundane things, sipping slow sips of the steaming cup of coffee,
[Drawing A Line II] MALIK I chuckled and shook my head, pushing up on my feet. “This obviously was a bad idea.” “Malik, what are you doing?” Amanda asked from beside me, still seated. “I thought we were here to talk to the Alpha.” “That’s my point,” I replied, trying my best to keep the anger out of my voice. “We are!” I spat, eyeing the bulky man up and down. “But it seemed the Alpha was too busy to hear what I had to say.” Beta Rory laughed and rose to his full height. He wasn’t much taller than I was, but his broad shoulders and muscular frame made him appear taller. I clenched my fists, feeling Amanda press a hand on my shoulder. “Well, abomination…” Rory said in a menacing tone. “I’m sorry to inform you, but my Alpha has already decided.” “What decision?” I demanded, surprising myself with how calmly I kept my voice. “He refused to hear us out.” I glared at the beta, struggling to contain my rage. “How can he dismiss us without knowing why we’re here?” “The decision was s
[Conditions] ARIELLA Imagine my surprise when I arrived at the dining room for breakfast to find my mother and grandparents seated at the table. My father was not present. In normal circumstances, I would dismiss his absence, as he would be preoccupied with early morning pack business. After all, he was the alpha. This morning was different, though. Overall, I felt like my father was avoiding me. By avoiding the issue, he was also driving a wedge between us. For now, I’d push it aside. There would be time to deal with that after training. “Good morning, everyone,” I said as I entered the room, kissed my mom, my grandmother, then hugged my grandfather. “Good morning, dear,” my mother said with a forced smile. “Your father had some business to attend to this morning.” “I see,” I replied. It wasn’t unusual for him to be called away on pack business, but something about the way my mother acted made me suspect there was more going on than she let on. As soon as I pulled out my chair
[Decisions] ARIELLA It was the longest, most painful moment of my life. There was no way Malik could ever agree to such a condition. He may be human and not understand or feel the bond as strongly as I did, but he at least had to feel something between us. “Malik, please. I’m begging you! Tell my father you won’t accept his condition,” I pleaded. The seconds stretched into minutes, and still, Malik said nothing. My heart felt like it was being shredded with each passing moment. Malik shook his head, his eyes full of regret. “I’m sorry, Ariella. I can’t do that.” “Why not?” I cried, desperation and fear rising in my throat. “You have to! You can’t just let him bully you into making this decision! The goddess is never wrong, and by making you my fated mate, I know she has a bigger plan for us. Please, think about this!” “You’re a werewolf, Ariella, and I’m a hunter!” Malik’s face was grim as he tried to justify his decision. “I know the risks of this bond, and I’m afraid it will
[A Second Warning] MALIK “Do you two have any bloody idea how reckless and stupid it was doing what you did?” Gilbert shouted from the top of the steps. “Why would you do something so reckless?” “Or worse, killed!” added his wife, Mandy, coming to stand beside him. “I can’t believe you would be so careless with your lives.” “At least we wanted to do something,” Amanda retorted, walking up the stairs to him. “It’s better than sitting around making plans for another attack when the last one went so well.” She crossed her arms. “What part of you could’ve been killed, do you not understand?” Gilbert argued. “These werewolves only care about soaking the earth with our blood, nothing more.” “Then why didn’t they kill us?” Amanda countered, matching her father’s rage. “Why did they allow us onto their territory and not slit our throats, as you’ve been telling us since we were kids?” “Guys, their Alpha agreed to a treaty,” I spoke up, breaking the scorching stare-off between Gilbert and
[Carnage] ARIELLA The sound of knocking at the door disrupted my nap. I lay in bed on my back, staring up at the ceiling and contemplating whether to answer it. “C’mon, El, I know you hear me knocking. Open the door,” Abby called out from the other side. I sighed, pushed myself up, and trudged toward the door. My hand lingered on the knob, thinking. Maybe if I just ignored her, she’d go away. Just then she started pounding on the door, and I knew there was no point in pretending I was asleep. I hesitated for a moment before unlocking the door and opening it. “Hey,” I said, not sure what else to say. “Hi,” she said with gentle empathy. “Can I come in?” I stepped aside to let her in and shut the door behind her. We stood there in awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say. “So, um, how are you?” She mumbled, looking down at her feet. Looking at her, I could see the worry in her eyes. It tugged at my heart. She wanted to say something else but held it back with an effor
[Trouble] ARIELLA It was a whirlwind of emotions as I buried my face in my mom’s chest and sobbed. Through my tears, I could feel the pounding of her heart against me. Her scent filled my nostrils, a comforting mixture of flowers and rainwater that soothed me. Holding me close to her body, she gently stroked my hair as she murmured comforting words into my ear. She too was clearly shaken. Why though? She couldn’t have witnessed what I saw during my vision—the image of our family and pack surrounded by flames while they writhed in agony and pain. I kept trying to make sense of what I saw. Though everything had happened so fast and without warning, it seemed like an eternity since the vision first came crashing into my mind. As she comforted me, my dad rushed into the room, his face contorted into a grotesque mask of terror and fury. “What was that?” he asked in a raspy and devastating voice. “Why did you show that gruesome scene to the entire pack?” I lifted my head off my mother