“What did you just say to me?” I asked, taking a step away from Nathan and crossing my arms over my chest. “The Night Shade Pack. They all said you were dead. What are you doing here?” “I think I should ask you that,” Nathan rumbled behind me. Ryan straightened his spine and looked at Nathan. “Don't question my motives. Now tell me why you are here.” “What, rather than six feet under?” Nathan spat, moving a little closer to Ryan. I saw another impending f

Ryan insisted that their own safe house was only a few minutes away, but a half hour later, we were still following the black Corolla. The darkness had surrounded us, mist covering the world completely. The outlined objects off to the side of the road were nothing more than hidden shadows. Despite Nathan's protest, we still had to go to the Blackmoor pack house. Gabriel was only here to get us and none of their shelters were within a couple hours' drive. Which meant we were back to our original plan. I'm glad I wasn't the one driving. The only sign that Gabriel was in front of us was the occasional break lights, even with the headlights on. But Nathan probably saw the vehicle with no problem. And although he looked exhausted, he showed no sign of it while

“What?” I blinked. That was not at all what I was expecting him to say. “The night of the gathering. I called your phone because your fear was so strong I could feel it from where I was. But then your brother answered your phone and said you left it behind. I was going to go back when he said he just talked to Hyene and she said you were just fine.” I tilted my head, not understanding him completely. “But Junto was there for me when we pulled up. You were waiting for Claire.” Then I remembered what he said earlier. “You knew about our connection since the first day. Why did you go to the Gathering with

I saw Nathan barreling towards us right before Claire's finger twitched on the trigger. Nathan's hard body slammed into her at the same time she pulled the trigger. Everything seemed to go into slow-motion. Nathan tackled Claire to the ground, fighting her for possession over the weapon the whole time. The bullet came closer to me and I flew all my weight to the right to avoid the bullet. But before I could really move, the small piece of metal launched into my skin, puncturing my right bicep. Everything was speeding up now. My body crashed to the forest floor cushioned by a pile of needles. Stinging instantly covered my arm and I hissed as I t

A rickety old hotel stood, barely hanging on to any sight of life. I was begging myself that Gabriel wouldn't pull his vehicle into the establishment, and I let out a disappointed sigh when he did. Nathan seemed to have the same feeling. I thought we were on the highway towards a nice place where they put the survivors. Imagine my surprise when we pull up to this mess. The dark boards of the foundation made the house look like it was built in the 1700's. The windows were mostly boarded and the few that weren't I wished were. The boards hanging onto the roof were scattered and sticking up in random places as if someone tacked them on at a later date. Although the house was surrounded with green grass, that did little to help the place look taken care of.