*QUINN* *QUINN* Not once did it ever occur to me that my mate would be a fucking white wolf. Not once did it occur to me that the very people who attacked us and spoke a different language that she would understand. Time seemed to meld together into one rolling monotonous reel in this pit of hell that was my mind since Ingrid became unconscious in the forest. The rage I felt towards the Rogues who attacked us just boiling under the surface, ready to come out and play if she didn't awaken soon. Torturing was getting us no where, none of the rogues could even speak. Every last one of them had their tongues ripped out to prevent leaking information I'm sure. And the beast who captured Ingrid had fully shifted back into a man, who had a suprisingly calm heartbeat for someone that was being beaten left and right. He keeps smiling at me every time I check in with Jackson, like he knows something I dont and he's just biding his time until it comes to light. Each time we locked eyes we we

*Willow* If this fucking inbred stupid little bitch thinks that she can disrespect my Alpha In front of our whole pack she has another thing coming. I’ve hated her since the moment my father brought her home, clinging to him, covered in blood, screaming bloody murder. We had been just fine without her, him and I. It was few years after my mom died in the rogue attack, dad and Alpha Stone were following a trail on the rest of the rogues who attacked us. Hours later he came bounding in the front door Stone hot on his tail with Ingrid wrapped around him screaming like she was on fire. Ever since he brought her home I’ve always felt second best to her, dad paid her more attention, babied her every step of the way. Everything he did just made my hate grow into something uncontrollable, so I set out to make her as miserable as possible. Hoping she would tuck tail and get the fuck out of my life. Although I never suspected it would come to this, I never thought Alpha Stone would try to