"Get out of the way."  Ryder yells at me as he rams the front door before entering to try and save anyone in the house. As soon as he breaks it open he runs in, head down and with his shirt pulled over him so the fire doesn't burn him too badly.  Now I get it, the scene in front of me is the exact same one as in my dream/premonition.  I stand helpless, while I wait for him to emerge from the burning house. I don't see him immediately, but in a few minutes when I think for sure that he's dead, he comes barrelling out of the building with two pups over his shoulders.  He drops them at my feet and runs back in.  A minute later, there is a back draft and the windows blow out of the house.   Crying, I look on as Ryder runs back out carrying the mother and father, but I can tell that at least the mother isn't going to make it.  Her body is badly burned and the father is unconscious to say the least.  With the two pups la

"Wake up."  I hear far off in the distance as I open my eyes and see a bright light on me.  Trying to stay awake, I force my eyes to keep open and stare at the wall so the light doesn't cause me to go blind.   "Doc.  Can you move the light over a little, it's right in my eyes?"  I ask almost as a whisper because I seem to have absolutely no strength left in me. He reaches up and moves it so the light is just over a little, but he still can see while he is operating on me.  Quickly glancing down, I see that he has my stomach open and he is desperately trying to save my pups lives.  He says, "Now that you are awake, I can tell you what is going on.  First of all, the reason why you don't feel anything is because I had to give you a spinal tap.  This way I can work on you and the babies while you are conscious.  Now the most important reason why you have to be conscious is, Ryder told me you can hear them in

"Shit!  Get down."  I hear Eric yell as I fall to the floor trying to escape the bullets.  The stench of Wolf's Bane perforates the air and my eye's start to sting.  The next thing I know, I am laying flat on my back and there are rogues standing over me with shotguns in their hands. Scared, I find myself wondering something.  This is very strange, because our kind don't usually use guns.  We prefer to hunt and attack in beast form, not use human devices.  So why is it that these rogues are weaponized? When I try to move, I realize that I can't and look down to see my arms and legs handcuffed to the legs of the bed.  Turning my head, I glare at the rogue in the corner and he quickly comes over and hits me with the butt of his gun, knocking me back out.   Coming to, I smell smoke and open my eyes to see the house burning around me.  I work at freeing myself and slip the cuffs off of me, standing up I look

Deciding to have a talk with her before Eric does, I rush downstairs first thing in the morning.  Going into the kitchen, I approach her and ask, "What is your problem?" On the defensive, she turns away from the stove and faces me.  She answers mildly annoyed, "I beg your pardon?" Walking closer, I don't see the steak knife in her hand, but feel that something is really off.  I ask cautiously, "Do you really hate me this much that you would intentionally try to get rid of me or do you want Eric so much you would?  I can understand the later, but I have never done anything to you so why would you hate me?" She walks over to me with the knife in her pocket and stands within a few inches of me, before she says rather loudly, "I could never hate you.  It had nothing to do with that.  Honestly, it had everything to do with the fact that I owed someone for saving my life and now I have repaid them."  She produces the knife from he

"Our Alpha has always been straight to the point and vicious when need be, that's why he is our Alpha."  Janessa says to me before putting down the pups for their naps.  "When you became luna, he seemed to change for a while, but now he is his same old self.  He can rip out an adversaries throat in a flash and never think about it twice or torture a rogue for information, because he is just ruthless to the core."   I watch as she has them all lay down on cushions and then I say, "I never knew him just of him growing up, because my parents kept to themselves mostly.  I was always the outcast because everyone had heard how my parents were rogues before coming here and they killed one of their old pack.  It was a mistake of course, because they didn't do it." After making sure they all stay laying down, we walk out of the room and go sit on the couch.  She asks, "How do you know that your parent's were telling you the trut