บททั้งหมดของ Command of the Wolf: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

I hunkered at the edge of the wall, when my thighs burned from the trek through the wood and my temples thudded. Dawn washed the sky clean ofthe night. I hadn’t imagined that a Re-education Center for Alphas would look like a prison, but then, I’d never dreamed that the wolves would’ve buried their own Alphas in a Borstal for Bad Wolves, which was isolated in a glade that could only be reached on foot…or paw. It was kind of like the penis Alphas didn’t want their brainwashed victims to escape. I shuddered at the thought of Moon being dragged here and left somewhere behind the wall in the white arched building. Worse, that an Alpha could be planning to Wolve Bite him. Tonight, the full moon would rise. If I didn’t work out a way to bond magically with him as a Moon Child before then, he’d die.Yep, this would be a son of sorceres l

This wasn’t a cloud but the floor of the Clocktower in the House of Seasons, when I was looking out through the glbutt clockface onto the city below. I must have a bitch of a concussion, although I also had a feeling that maybe angel duty would’ve been easier than whatever Isabella had planned.Still: yey life… I groaned, rubbing my sore temples, as I shoved myself onto my knees. The room swam, and I swayed with dizziness.I was going to hurl.“Ah, you’re awake, sleepyhead. Did you have sweet dreams of sinful shifters?” My head shot up at Isabella’s voice from across the room, then I bent over again, as lights flashed in front of my eyes. Isabella tutted. “No puking in my fabulous house. My Alpha has been working hard today, and with your constant screaming about wolve rights, it’d be mean of you to give him another chore. Unless you get off on the ide

I was a Wolve Winner, sprawled in bed with three Claimed werewolves, an angel, and a god. But honestly, all I cared about was the guy I loved who lay next to me like he’d been cursed under a wicked sorceres’s spell.And I was the sorceres who’d poisoned him. Except, this wasn’t a fairy tale because in a fairy tale, Moon would awake on a kiss. I pressed my mouth more firmly to Moon’s mouth like this kiss would count as our first one, and it’d stir him back to life. Although, I knew that it wouldn’t count as our first kiss because Moon couldn’t feel it, and it had no magical powers to awaken him. I still imagined Moon’s arms raising to clasp around my throat, as his amber eyes fluttered open to stare into mine with love, loyalty, and wonder at our kiss, when his tongue pushed up to press between my parted mouth with equal de

I stepped alone into the middle of a war. Only, there was no rattle of gunfire, boom of explosions, or thunder of tanks. Instead, there was an eerie red that swallowed the world like it’d been transformed to Mars, which consumed even the sky. My own red cocooned itself around me, as if it could protect me from the jerremy shadows in this past memory that washed over the ancient woodsand the banks of the Thames.Huh, that was what it was like to know that you’d only been a kid playing with your powers because these shadows that stormed with fury were my jerremy shadows at their most terrifying.They were the jerremy tide and boy, were they not being controlled.I paled, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes like that would end the horror of the scene, but when I pulled my hands away again, nothing had changed: my great-grandmother was still alone on the hill beside the Thames, decimating the werewolves. S

I hunched my shoulders, staring blankly back at where the House of Heights had once stood and the terrible visions from the past that Siobhanny had shown me. Now, there was only rubble with the bones of beams and floorboards jutting out. I glowered at mangled remains of the metal cage from the Discipline Cellar. Holy hell, my Charms had witnessed the atrocities committed by my ancestors. How could they be lying here with me snuggled on the lawns? How could Jeremy be running his gloved hand up and down with teasing touches between my tits, until I thought that I’d growl at him just to caress my aching nubs, for the sake of Hecate? “I’m not the same as them,” I said in a small voice. “I’m not my great-grandmother or my mother.” I could sense that my guys had stilled but I didn’t dare look over at them. “Oh, but you are, sorceres