Liam, Axel, and I trudge up the stairs to our room and push the door open. The musty smell of the room is pungent and I crinkle my nose, surveying the rest of the room. Torn yellow quilts adorn the lopsided beds, and discolored wallpaper peels from the wall. “Well, this is a fancy joint.” Liam snarks. He helps Axel down onto the bed and removes his chains. I stare at Liam like he has gone crazy. When he notices me, he rolls his eyes. “This is a broken man. He isn’t going anywhere because he knows it would be the end for his pack and the only other person he cares about is in the room twisting the knife deeper into his back.” He explains. I nod as I try to keep my tears at bay. Trying to say anything would cause me to sob with guilt and hatred for myself. I am grateful that Liam seems to do his best to treat Axel well. Liam stands and tosses the chains to a corner. He then pulls his leather gloves off one by one. “You are

After waiting fifteen minutes for Maggie to not reappear, Brutus threw out some choice words and now we ride in a toxic silence. Brutus stares at his phone while Linus, who has taken Maggie’s place in our vehicle, snores loudly. I look up at Liam, who is driving, and his eyes connect with mine in the rear-view mirror. His eyes look angry and torn like he is fighting an internal struggle. I’m convinced he helped in her escape. He turns his eyes back to the road, sighing heavily.“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Brutus snaps at him.“We are close,” Liam says, annoyed.“And how would you know? You have never been here.” “I can feel my mate.”“Weird, is that a second chance, mate thing? Because I can’t feel my mate.” Brutus says, looking around.“I don’t know,” Liam says, sounding short.“Linus, wake up,&rdq

“What?” Beatrice says, her eyes bugging out of her head.Jacob chuckles as he moves closer to the fire and takes a seat on a log. He tosses a bag of marshmallows to Jasper, who hands the bag to the quiet couple sitting close to him. I watch them both closely as the older man strokes the hair of the woman who sits in front of him with her legs crossed. She opens the bag and spins, feeding him a marshmallow.“Really Declan? Could you and Rosie please be less gross?” Beatrice whines.“When you find your mate you will understand,” Rosie says softly, covering her face in embarrassment. “You have seen the Alpha since you were last bit?” Rosie asks excitedly.“Yes,” I whisper, not really wanting to discuss the matter. I still have the command I need to follow that he forced on me. Getting too detailed will only prolong my travels. It sits in the pit of my stomach like

Brutus dumps me out of the chair with a loud thud as I land on my side, too broken to move or make a sound. My eyes are heavy and my wolf whimpers inside my head, only making the ache that much worse. The cold floor beneath me provides little to no relief so I roll onto my stomach in a sad attempt absorb more of coolness. I can still feel the poison in my veins as it slithers through me, burning hot enough to make me sweat.  The convenient thing about being what I am is that I seem to metabolize much faster than they thought I would. Even after going through their entire supply of poison, they were unsuccessful at trying to lure my ultima powers out. I could try to explain to them that my powers only come with the blue moon as if my wolf is a moonstone, rechargeable only at the right times, but not only would they not listen, they would think I’m lying.  I feel someone gently touch my arm, trying as carefully as possible to pull me ba

The wolves growl from behind their alpha, inching forward as if ready to pounce. My pack responds in kind, growling and stepping closer to protect me. The woman covers her mouth as she bursts into a fit of giggles. Abraham glowers at his mate before releasing his nose. The rain slowly washes away the blood from his face as his jaw clenches in anger and he looks to meet my furious glower. “Is this your entire pack?” He asks, glancing over my shoulder. “This is everyone I have with me.” “Come. Let’s discuss things at the packhouse and not here in the middle of a storm.” “No, we don’t have the luxury of time,” I say  “Don’t worry. The invitation goes away the moment this storm is done. But for now, you will come with us and we will have a discussion. You are better off following along in your wolf forms. It will be faster.” he says, turning his back to me and shifting.  I look over my shoulders at everyone