Clayton gripped Amarah’ s upper arms tightly, pushing her towards the wall on one side of her room. He looked down at her angrily, his temper getting the best of him as he recalled the dread that took over him when he destroyed the lock of the door to her room and found it empty. The moment the Transformation Ceremony was done, he spent an hour with his members as the pack gave them a party in celebration of their transformation before excusing himself to go to Amarah and spend the rest of the night with her. He felt his heart tugged when he managed to look up as the ceremony was starting and saw her looking out at her window and gave him a short wave. Before he transformed into Kragen, he looked up again and only saw a dimly lit room from her window, guessing she must have decided to sleep. However, when he knocked on her door and didn’t get any response from her, he immediately kicked the door open, his heart beating furiously and in fear, millions of things runnin

Clayton stared at the old man coldly, not liking the insult thrown his way.His anger immediately rose since knowing a part of his story that personally involves his grandmother, who he had always cherished in his heart. He still could not accept the revelation that the man standing in front of him was his grandma’s mate.“You look well enough,” Clayton scoffed dryly, and he was immediately flanked by the three behind him. He studied the old man’s posture and immediately knew he was not there for any trouble. But he stayed cautious, certain that he might do something given his trait. “Very well enough to be under the radar.”“In the days of old, Alpha, we never rely on others to do the job for us. We trust no one and always rely on ourselves,” Gabriel answered with a look of disappointment thrown at their way. He looked at the three, who are protecting their Alpha and only chuckled, and then looked beyond them, nod

Gabriel Saville closed the main door of the apartment that he has been staying for the past fifty years late Thursday night, switching only one light in the living room. He stood in the center of the room for a long while, his senses alert for any movements.After confirming that there are no longer watchers within his area, he finally relaxed himself. As his usual habit, he walked out from his house towards the back and immediately went down the small basement he had added to the building.A soft and loving smile appeared on his face after turning on the light in the small room as his eyes traveled towards the small table that held two framed photographs of the woman, who never left his heart.“Hello, Toots,” he greeted, using the nickname that she hated but permanently stuck between them. He knew deep down that she had long accepted and had learn to loved it. “It’s been a while.”Gabriel approached the table, pulling someth

Amarah looked up from her point after the arrow she used hit the board, few inches more from the bullseye on a Saturday afternoon. She smiled gleefully at the small feat she was able to accomplish in just a matter of three days of intense training with Jacob.She picked up another arrow and notched it on the string to take another shot. She aimed towards the target and released it. She watched it fly towards the target. However, before her arrow could be able to hit, her arrow was bump off by another one and it swerve towards the ground.“W-Who -?” She asked quietly and turned around to find the culprit.Erika stood a few feet from her, holding a bow. She is looking at Amarah with a sly smile on her face despite the anger she is projecting from her eyes.“Don’t tell me that you want to become a warrior as well?!” She mocked as she took another arrow. She took aim and then turned to Amarah, looking at her arrogantly and releas

Amarah ducked avoiding Jacob’s counterattack. She swerved to her right when he made another attack. She then grabbed his arm and dismantled the weapon just as he had taught her a few days ago.“Well done!” He praised when she pulled away and stood up straight.Jacob bent down and grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat off his bare chest and then reached for his bottled water. He took a drink while he handed one to her as well.“That feels liberating,” she commented after taking a drink. She reached for her towel and wiped her face gently, tapping on her face lightly. She then looked down at several scratches, some a little deep, she sustained from their practice. “I guess I’ll be wearing long sleeves for a while.”Since starting her secret lessons with Jacob, aside from the secluded spot she found under Clayton’s house, she also checked with him if he also has an area where she can continue her lessons priv