Alora. Before I woke up, I was floating in a sea of nothingness. There was only darkness, so thick that I could feel it clawing at my arms and feet. I was suspended in the air, falling deeper like I was being pulled into it with a rope. But I couldn't move, couldn't struggle to stay afloat. I couldn't save myself and I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. And soon there was a bright light in front of me, I could sense it from my closed eyelids and when I opened them, I was on the beach. The sky was blue, a very bright blue and birds flew above me, squalling happily and I turned to the sun. It shone brightly, a bright yellow and it was hard to make out the outline from it. And when I looked ahead I saw the ocean. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Since it was my first time seeing it, my mouth opened in awe as the waves came crashing around it. Water splashed around, drew closer to my feet. Making it cold and warm at the same time before it retracted back to the

Jax. It was hard to sleep. Think or even do anything. My mind was a constant mess, filled with thoughts of Alora, her scent, her skin marred with scars created by me, her violet eyes. The mere thought of her was making me go crazy. It's been more than a month and there was a trace of her anywhere. In the neighboring packs that I owned nor in the human community. It was like she had vanished into thin air and it raised my anxiety to even think she was with someone else. Another man. I growled, slamming my phone against the wall as I could feel my beast clawing at my chest, begging to be let out and go on a killing spree until Alora was found. The glass shattered against the wall, falling in broken pieces on the floor and I ran my hand through my hair that had gotten longer, sweat filled my forehead and I paced around my room like a wolf in a cage. Where the hell was she? I thought. I owned one of the biggest CCTV security companies in the world and there was no trace of her a

Alora. After Lana and the girls left, I quickly took my bath and noticed my hair had changed back to its original color. As I admired myself in the mirror, I noticed something about my eyes. They had gotten a tiny bit brighter. They used to be a dull empty shade of violet but now they shone a little bit. When I finished, I joined them in the kitchen, according to Lana the elder was coming and everything had to be in place. But I was barely enough help for them in the kitchen, and Lana said there wasn't enough time to teach me right now with the elder just a few miles away. So I had been left behind watching them run about, eventually, I got bored and decided to explore the garden when I noticed the roses were blooming under the bright sun. I picked some and decided to take them to my room when I met with Ares and someone who I figured was the elder. The elder had a powerful aura around him despite his small frame. He was tall with bright green eyes and long straight white hair

Ares. I noticed a few things about Alora today. After I had gotten back from addressing the pack and changing the guards who were pretty useless to me and slacking off their duties, I had them locked, flogged and punished. I could have punished them a bit harder because I was already angry, Ezra was getting on my nerves, the packing ceremony was in three days and I was in intense pain around my torso. I wasn't healing fast and I knew why. But Alora had somehow distracted me from focusing on anything else because she acted in a way I hadn't seen before. And it was… ... intriguing? The first thing I noticed about Alora was that she was left handed. I didn't know how that had slipped off my notice. Because I was very observant mostly due to the fact that I had anxiety. But I hadn't realized that until today when she ate with me at the table. The spoon was obviously too heavy for her but she managed to eat quietly and like a mouse, taking tiny bits at a time. The second th

Alora. The sound of someone screaming woke me up from my slumber. And opened my eyes to the dark room, my head sched badly and I hissed, sitting up while clenching it. The loud screams came again and I turned to my left to see Ares and my mouth opened in shock. He was kneeling on the floor, his palm resting on the floor as he screamed loudly again, it was so painful and sad. And I jumped out of the bed in horror. Ares seemed to be in a lot of pain and I saw the source. His back that had the tattoo was glowing red like it had done before. This time I saw it very well, the letters of some language I didn't understand moved around his back as it glowed red, its color filling the room in a dark painful shade. Ares gasped, his eyes clenched in so much pain, sweat filled his forehead as he growled loudly. I stood back in fear as I thought of what to do. The last time I had accidentally touched him, he had grabbed my hand painfully. This time, I didn't know what to do. But when