DELLAI rubbed my wrists as Sam, the rogue werewolf that Damien had allowed into my room, unlocked the other cuff from my right hand."Thank you," I told her and she smiled as she brought the tray of food around to me."How are you feeling?" she asked as she tucked a blonde strand of her hair behind her ear and sat down in front of me."I'm better," I said as I lifted a spoonful of the hot chicken broth to my lips.I didn't know I was hungry until now. I a ate few more spoonfuls of chicken and vegetables and sighed with relief as it warmed my insides. It felt so good."It's not that bad here," Sam said as she crossed her legs and faced me. " Damien told me about you and I just wanted to tell you that it's okay and that you can talk to me if you like.""Why did he bring me here?" I asked. "Someone in your pack doesn't want you there," Sam said. "This person was going around and spreading rumours about you and Damien heard. Which is why we brought you here

DELLAI sat up for hours when Sam I came back to the high packhouse. The other rogues had been friendly so far despite me being a complete stranger. They didn't really care. They treated me as if I was one of their own. Well, it was definitely a warmer welcome than I had gotten with Hunt's pack.No one shot dagger stares at me and everyone mostly kept to themselves. I was in the library room, running my fingers along the thick spines of various volumes of books. I stopped when I came across a book titled: The Fascination With Werewolves.I slid the black book out and moved my fingers over the delicate gold calligraphy over the surface of the hardcover. It was beautiful. I flipped the book open and scanned its yellow-stained pages as it's showed depictions of werewolves, the werewolf trials and the full moon and its involvement in the cycle of change."That's my great grandfather's book."I turned around to see Damien standing a few feet away from me. He had

DELLAI poked at my plate of eggs and bacon. It was dark. Only streaks of orange had now painted the sky's dark purple background. I hadn't been feeling very good since I left Hunt and I couldn't ignore the way my heart grew sore each time I thought of him.I kept on replaying our last conversation over and over in my head. There was both a mixture of fear and anger in his eyes. I only chose to see it as anger then, but it was fear too. And sitting here now poking through my breakfast made me realize that he still did care even though his words cut right through me. He was scared. I was scared. Scared of what me being a hybrid meant.Hunt was simply mad at the fact that I was with a bunch of rogue werewolves and that I had accepted their help over his. There was nothing he could do for me or for the baby I was carrying. These werewolves, whether rogue or not, knew what I was and I needed answers.I was tired of going through everything blindly. The least Hunt co

DELLA"Della, are you with me?"I cracked my eyes open slightly to see a blurry version of Lilith hovering above me."The baby?" I asked because the only thing I could remember right now was that I was drenched in blood."Don't worry about that," she forces her lips into an assuring smile.As Lilith moved away, Hunt came above me, his chiselled, flushed face was twisted with worry and desperation. A sheen of sweat dotted his forehead."One more hour to go until the transfusion is over," Lilith said in the distance."What?" I tried to lift myself, but Hunt pushed me gently back down on the soft couch I was laying on. "What transfusion?"Hunt lifted his t-shirt and I saw two thin plastic tubes stuck into his chest with dark red blood travelling through them."We're being bonded," he said, steadying his gaze on me.I moved my hand to my chest and felt the same cord connected to my chest."What does that mean?" I managed to ask him, but before he cou

DELLAI sat curled up on the couch in front of the blazing flames in the hearth, sneaking glances at Hunt as he spoke with Ky in the kitchen. After spending all afternoon with Faye and discussing her magical gifts, I returned to Hunt's cabin to find he had returned. But he'd been talking to Ky for more than an hour as I nervously chewed a fingernail and then I plaited my hair, and undid it, before eventually just leaving it as a messy bun on the top of my head.I was more than determined to make the most out of my first evening with Hunt. The only time I remembered spending with him these last few days was when I was in Lilith's cabin riddled with fever, the knots in my stomach twisted with an unnatural pain. But in all of that darkness, I remembered Hunt. His beautifully sculpted face, the way his thick eyebrows drew together with fear and the tears in his glowing green eyes. His lips moved then too even though I could barely hear the words. But I made out his words. D