One-Hundred Sixty-One: Controlling the Pups Dustin I am leaning back in the chair at work. The last two days have been an eye-opener. I am sure my mind shut down when Satyira and Draydon walked in and set down three little wolf pups. Luckily I was not the only one that was rendered mute. The room went dead silent. I couldn’t take my eyes off the three pups. I couldn’t look away from the three of them. “You ok Alpha?” Mykayla whispers in my ear. She plops down onto my lap, and I smile. I open my eyes as she gets up and walks to the other side of my desk. A frown spreads across my face. Why'd she get up? “Why’d you get up?” I ask. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I see a smirk on her face. I am not sure if that smirk is a good thing or not. I am not sure if I should be worried or not. She puts a file down on my desk, and I look at it. “Remember you’re going to meet with the architect with the designs of the new packhouse and cottages.” She says. “That’s ri

One-Hundred Sixty-Three: Concocting the Plan Unknown I have been observing the ranking and important members of the pack for two weeks now. We had been here for close to two months, but after I had this plan pop into my mind, I had only started my exact observation two weeks ago. I knew what Darrius and Asmoday had originally thought, but I knew there was no way to get anyone from the outside in. Not without everyone knowing. I am convinced those three women are witches. The two sisters and Luna have to have witch blood in them. They are able to use magic or something like I have never seen. I have not been around many witches, but the few I have did not have magic that even comes close to this. “So are we close to putting your plan into action?” My cousin asks. “Yes, we are closer. It is going to come down to timing.” I explain. They both nod in agreement. I just have to figure out how to get those damn huge beasts away for us to get enough time to pull this off. Tha

One-Hundred Sixty- Five: Partial Shift Zane That was the coolest fucking thing I have ever seen. Mykenzie and Kylani showed us how they could partially shift last night. It was so cool, but it was also a little on the frightening side. I was surprised that they could partially shift into werecats. That explains their growl that sounds like a fucking tiger. “That was the coolest thing I have ever seen,” Zak says. “Yeah, it was,” I reply. “Seriously out of all the things they are capable of that is the coolest?” Draydon asks. “Fine, it might not be the coolest but it sure is one of the coolest,” I answer. I hear a few of the guys laugh at us. Whatever, they can kiss my ass. Mykenzie and Kylani stood in the rec room to show us. Dustin wasn’t sure about this, but they told him it would be fine. The two of them stood there, and I watched as their eyes changed. Yes, their eyes glow, but this was different. Their pupils changed to look like cats, and their eyes started

One-Hundred Sixty-Seven: Language Imyra I swear these men here are just overgrown boys. I have no idea how some of them haven’t been killed by the girls yet. I am convinced that a few of them have a death wish. They continue to irritate the girls and not just Mykenzie and Kylani. No, they have also decided to start in on the other girls. “I think they want to die,” I say. “They might learn one day,” Dimitri tells me. He is sitting at that counter on a stool. Araya and I are cooking as usual. I have seen very few of the others around today. Mitchell joined us about an hour later. About an hour later and I hear the front door open and close. “You two are complete fucking idiots.” I hear Mykayla say. I wonder what they did to cause her to swear. Mykayla usually tried not to swear with all the kids around here. Yesterday the trio of trouble came walking into the kitchen. They were sitting here eating, and I asked them if they wanted any more. Jordyn answered me wi

One-Hundred Sixty-Nine: Storm Warning Brandon These last two day has been complete chaos around here. Besides Mykenzie, Kylani, and Mykayla being irritated, everything was going ok. That was until one of the omegas that worked in the kitchen found a note addressed to Dustin. After we had all read the note all hell broke loose. “Did you figure out who sent it?” I ask. “No, and there are no fingerprints. It’s like the note is magic. The words just magically appeared.” Marcus says. I tell Chris to get his ass here and to bring Rye with him. Between the two of them, maybe we can tell what type of magic was used if magic was used at all. There is also no scent on the paper. Whoever sent this covered their tracks well. We sit there waiting for Chris and Rye to get here. Considering how we travel, what is taking them so fucking long? “You requested our presence?” Rye asks “Here,” Kaleb says. He hands the note to them, and they both read it. I watch as scowls form on t