MARCEL I awoke to a phone ringing and frowned. Sitting up, I picked it up. Alejandro? "Hello?" I answered it, wondering what had happened. A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind. "Hey, sorry to bother you at this fucking hour." Alejandro’s quiet voice came. Sure, it was past three in the morning, but just from his voice, I could tell he was conflicted. "It doesn’t matter, you called for a reason. Tell me what’s wrong?" I asked, standing up and began pacing my bedroom. He sighed heavily, and I heard him take a drag on a cigarette. "Maria talked to me today… it’s about the price of killing a Djinn…" I narrowed my eyes. When I had been there earlier, when we had filled each other in on our trips, he never mentioned a price. "What price?" I asked sharply. "Don’t fucking growl, I need my ears." He growled back. "I'm just asking because you never mentioned a damn price." I countered. "Yeah well… there is a price…" He filled me in pretty fast. The wielder of the dagger woul

KIARA Dante’s room was coming ever closer, and even as I tried to stop myself, I was only succeeding in slowing myself down a little. I looked around in desperation, trying to scream or make some sort of sound. NO! I am Kiara Westwood - No, I am Kiara Rossi; the queen, and the Luna of this pack. A mother. I won’t do this, I can’t! I gripped the dagger tightly. I would rather die than hurt my son! The hatred and fury coursing through me were growing stronger with each passing second, and I was beginning to be pushed into a corner of my own mind. My wolf's pain and restlessness mixed with my own. Not today. No one was going to take my body from me. Summoning every ounce of willpower I could, I forced all my concentration into trying to break free. I screamed as I forced my aura to burst through the barrier that seemed to be subduing it. It swirled around me like a storm, a clear purple visible around me as it blasted in all directions. I heard glass shattering nearby and dista

ALEJANDRO "Al." Darien called me, but it was fucking hard to keep myself together when my woman was fucking chained up down beneath these very pack grounds. "Call for a meeting in an hour’s time. Have the witches on call and wire the Alphas involved. It’s time we took this fucker down. What’s the count at?" "Four hundred and thirty-two." Darien replied after checking his phone. I nodded. "Spread farther out if we fucking need to, no one rests until we have what we need." I ordered coldly before walking away from him, no longer able to control my aura that was swirling around me in waves of darkness. This fucker has hurt my family, repeatedly… but to try to use my own mate against me… The urge to rip him apart piece by fucking piece sounded very enticing. I was about to go to my office at headquarters, but I didn’t think staying in one fucking room for an hour was going to help. So instead, I decided to go for a walk around the pack instead, and maybe for a run. A pack that had

ENRIQUE "I will kill him!" My heart was thumping in fear, I was terrified. I had returned to my pack in Puerto Rico, but when Padre found out I was back, he demanded I be brought back to England because he wanted to see me. I hated this place. It was nothing but a nightmare for me. My entire body was hurting me, but father didn’t stop. He kept kicking me. Again and again. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t come for me? Didn’t he love me? "Tell me, you hijo de puta! TELL ME!" Father screamed. Father… "I don’t know anything." I coughed as he kicked me again. "There is no way he would have let you go without something in return!" He hissed. "Tell me, what did you tell him?!" "Nothing Padre, I don’t know anything to have told him!" I cried out fearfully. Another kick to the head. I had pleaded for the last hour, yet he didn’t believe me. He kept hurting me and the memory of how I was always in pain returned to me. But why did it feel so much worse? Will I die? "You won’t speak?

RAYHAN I had returned back to Uncle’s pack the day after he had called and told me to come home, I had refused, but I had finally gotten the blood count we needed plus an extra ten in case some were not viable. I couldn’t afford to lose more time; with each passing day my kitten was getting worse, I couldn’t just sit back and wait. Seeing her state when I entered our bedroom had made my stomach plummet, the fear and worry I was feeling only worsened. She hadn't woken up since last night. "What was the last thing she said?" I asked Mom quietly, as I rocked Sienna. Running my other hand through Delsanra’s white hair, hair that I loved as much as the woman they belonged to. The sun shone through the window, illuminating her pale skin. If it wasn’t for the veins that covered her, it was as if she was just asleep. "She simply said something to me, I'm not sure what time it was." Mom said quietly, trying to keep her face blank, but I could see the emotions and the pain in her eyes. She