SYDNEYI walked into the exquisitely designed hotel with Victor's calloused hand in mine. His hand enveloped mine completely, blanketing it in warmth and tingles which created a strange sense of security. I smiled down at our entangled fingers. The little things he did proved he loved me and as time went on, I found it easier to accept that and live with the fact he may never say the words to me.The lobby of the hotel was bathed in gold and different hues of white. The pearl white porcelain tiles that created the floor could have been eaten on. Royal red couches were placed against the walls at equal intervals, in front of which a glass coffee table sat on top of Persian rugs. My father prided himself on his title but at the same time never showed it off. The decor to his multiple hotels screamed royalty but this one in particular was slightly over the top because it carried our pack name. Glass chandeliers hung from the ce

QUADEI didn't understand why I felt so betrayed. When I arrived, my main goal was to kill her along with her family. But now, it all changed. I thought I made it clear that night we spent together at the lake. She won. It wasn't my heart or my trust that she won but it was her life. I couldn't kill her. I wouldn't kill her and that went for the rest of her family as well. But now, she chose to kill me. To grant my father something he possibly wanted for a long time. To gift him this favor as long as he gave me the truth. She didn't want to kill me knowing a lie. I wasn't certain if that gave her honor or if that made her a lesser human than I expected her to be.I did not love her. The bond between us was natural for our kind but it was not one of love. To truly love someone, you had to spend enough time with them. You had to get to know them, every dark, tainted bit of their soul, and still love them completely. The love s

SYDNEYWarriors from the Silver Dawn pack arrived early hours this morning. Monica and Lana had helped them get as comfortable as they could. Mom wasn't thrilled about involving her old pack in this. She thought we had enough man power so far and that I didn't need anymore. To be honest, she was right in saying so, but it was also her that said we had strength in numbers and I wanted the numbers to be on my side. Maybe, they would see just how vast my pack was, just how many warriors I could gather in such a short time and flee because they would realize they could not beat us.I twirled my blade between my fingers. Rieka wasn't fond of the sharp piece of silver. It may not have been able to harm her but she thought of the rest of our kind. Silver wasn't something to be played with around werewolves and she felt sympathy for them, a true Queen of our kind.Unlike Rieka, I felt comfortable with the hilt of the

SYDNEYIt felt as if someone was screaming in my head, yelling as if they were in trouble and desperately needed my help. The sound was pulling me out of the deep sleep I found myself in. It must have been the early hours of the morning or still late at night because it was still dark out when I peeled my eyelids opened."Princess, they're here," someone yelled through the mind link."Sydney, get up sis. The shit show has begun," I heard my brother growl. He hated when someone disturbed his sleep. It made him cranky and turned him into a beast.I jolted up and found Victor stirring awake as well, "Vicky, get up. I need you to help evacuate the pack house. Tell the drivers to take the women and children out of the territory. Make sure they're safe before coming."He hastily got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, nodding at my instructions. I ran into the walk-in closet and g

VICTORI listened to the steady beeping of the heart monitor. The room we were in was too white, too sterile, the harsh smell of the detergents used harassing my nasal passages. I hated the pack infirmary, not that I found myself needing medical attention much anyway. Even after having gaping slashes in my chest, I was perfectly fine, completely healed. It was her I was worried about. It was her I was here for.She looked at peace on the tiny bed and yet still so horrifying to look at. If the heart machine hadn't been beeping steadily, I would have never known that she was alive. Her once slightly tanned skin was corpse-pale, dark circles rimmed her sunken-in eyes, her breaths were coming out shallow, needing to be attached to an oxygen mask so she could breathe. All those wires coming out of her were painful to look at. It wasn't fair. Quade walked away, alive and well, and yet here she was after saving hi