Olivier's Point of ViewViktor was ranting again. He had just arrived back from town and told me he had seen Aláine at the Central Police Station. He was worried that Aláine had managed to take his photo but was still confident that they wouldn't find us out here in our cabin.We were living, if you could call it that, outside of town enough that it was considered remote but close enough that we had cellphone coverage and internet access. It was surrounded by forest, and we had managed to put some traps up, just in case. I made the others dig some deadfall pits and other sorts of deadly surprises for anyone coming around. The small wooden cabin was nothing more than a living area with an open kitchen and one bedroom. Viktor and I slept in the bedroom, while the other four slept in the living room. It wasn't ideal, but it was reasonably warm. We had an open fire every night and a wood burner stove on which we could cook. Once we turned, we became used to barely scraping by, so it was

Kristof's Point of ViewFinally, we reached the cabin. The morning sky was no longer dark, but it was still earlier than most werewolves woke. Everything was as Jacques had informed us. I could smell at least four separate werewolves, and there was the distinct odour of rogue, so at least we knew what, if not who, we were dealing with. The scent was definitely fresh as in within six hours, but that could be because they were inside sleeping. What I did detect was a powerful metallic tang of blood. Someone had been bleeding. A lot. There was still some smoke coming out of the chimney, but it didn't look as if it had been left to die. The van with the number plates Michel had been following was parked outside. It was cold, so it had not been used recently.With what I was seeing and smelling and no guard outside, I felt uneasy."Something is wrong," I said.Michel and Zach shifted into human form and carefully looked in the windows. Then Michel carefully opened the back door."There i

Aláine's Point of ViewDiscussion moved away from Kristof and me, for which I was glad, and on to Zara. Although she and I often spoke about her sex life, I wasn't entirely comfortable discussing mine, especially around Callie. From what I gathered, werewolves were quite open about sex, but not me. Zara should feel right home, though."So... Zara," Callie persisted, suggestively lifting her eyebrows in the same way as before, "tell us about Noah. How's it going with you two?""Hard to say," answered Zara."I really like him, but I am not sure what will happen when his true mate turns up.""Has he not told you if you are his true mate or not?" asked Callie."He should have at least said something."Callie was not happy about that and I felt the same, but I wasn't sure if that was something you discussed openly. I had so much to learn about werewolf culture. This might end up being a full-time job."What about you, Callie?" I asked."How will you know when your true mate comes along?""

Noah's Point of ViewWe had reached the cabin in the woods to find that no one was there. Well, no one alive, that is. A dead male werewolf was on the floor with a silver dagger sticking out of his chest. He had been cut up well and truly, and it looked like another werewolf had used claws on him. Based on the state of the body, he hadn't been lying here for too long, maybe two to four hours. His blood had congealed, but he was still warm when I put my hand on him. Viktor was not above killing his own men, it seemed. That just made me worry all the more. What would he do to our Luna if he didn't get whatever it was he wanted.Suddenly Kristof yelled, "Aláine! We need to get back to the packhouse now! Aláine is in danger."Enraged, he shifted into his Lycan form and returned to the vehicles. I followed suit, as did the others in our team. I was worried that in his current mental state, Kristof might set off any trap we hadn't found and defused, but luckily he didn't.We got dressed an

Viktor's Point of View A sleeping Anya was the first thing I saw as I opened my eyes. She was so beautiful, and she was mine. If I had to describe the perfect woman, it would be her. Long dark brown hair hung down her back, almost reaching her pert butt cheeks that I had gripped as I fucked her last night. I stared intently at her face memorising every single one of her features. Shut eyes hid her intensely blue eyes. My gaze lowered to her kissable pink lips. I could gaze at her all day and night. I felt anxious for some reason, and I was afraid the moment with her would end. Last night, we'd made love for the first time. Anya told me before that she would mark me when we made love. She said she was a werewolf and I was her true mate. I would become like her, and we would stay together forever. I had never even thought of finding someone I wanted to be with, let alone falling in love, but here I was. She had my heart and soul entirely in the palm of her hands. Not just my cock.