I jerked up as soon as I heard approaching footsteps. When I looked towards the door, I saw mother standing with a bucket of cold water in her right hand. She smirked seeing I was awake. "I was beginning to think you won't wake up." I didn't reply her as I struggled to get up from the bed. When I passed her by, I grabbed the bucket in her hand forcefully, "Permit me to use this in washing my face." I walked out with it and returned back when I was done. She already changed positions, sitting on the wooden chair. "If you have anything to say to me. Say it!" I scoffed, dumping the bucket beside the chair. "There are different news flying about. Some say you tried seducing Marcellus and others say you killed Omega George. As your mother, I'm caught between crossroads at which to believe." Then she turned to look at me and asked seriously, "Don't you think you should tell me what it is you've been doing ever since you turned 18?" "I don't need to tell you what I've been doing. As you

~Ashley~"Coming to this lake isn't that bad of a choice after all. At least, I get to maintain my peace of mind." I murmured, drawing whatever came to mind with my eyes closed. Ever since I compelled Cassie and Jenny, Blaine and Kiara have been at war. Their source of bickering didn't make sense to me so I decided to have a quiet time beside the lake. Like Marcellus often does. My ear suddenly twitched as I heard an ongoing conversation and hurried footsteps. "Did you hear?" "Hear what?" "Seven pack members died last night. The witch was asked to divine what happened and she said a banshee wailed close to our pack."A surprise gasp flew out of the listener's mouth. "We haven't had a banshee come near us for decades. Why does this one suddenly have to appear out of nowhere?" "That isn't the problem for me. The Alpha has ordered everyone to go back to training in the pack house. Young pack members, male and female, who have the will and desire to fight are urged to try it." "Bei

~Ashley~ As I returned back to the pack, I noticed the dead had been cleaned up for their funeral. Even though the crying had subsided, the families of the deceased still had tears in their eyes. The burial was done around eight and everyone returned to their homes. Like every other night after I turned eighteen, my mother sat on the chair with a grim face. "I haven't set my eyes on you since last night, Ashley. Where have you been?" "As much as I would've loved to tell you, I don't think it's any of your business." I replied walking past her. However, she suddenly got up and wedged me against a wall, her eyes murderous. "I am your mother, you live under my roof so you should answer my questions whenever I ask them!" I stared into her face and scoffed. Then as quickly as I could, I pried her hands off and got away from her grip. "You've been housing me for eighteen years without any complaint. If you can house me for just one more year, I can consider moving out of your house

New Jersey~Rebecca~"Nice place you have here." I heard and raised my head from the neck of the man I was feeding on. I wiped off the blood on my lips with a tissue and turned to welcome the Intruder. "Samuel Tonkins, to what do I owe your arrogant presence?" Samuel stopped just some meters away from me. I looked behind him to see he had come with three of his men, a lady and two men. "If paying an old friend a visit is described as arrogance, then I must tell you, you're the arrogant one." He replied smugly. I stared down at the compelled man who I had fed on and said to him, "You can leave. Be sure to return in thirty minutes, I ain't done feeding." He nodded and stood up. Then he walked away like a robot. "The last time you visited, I buried a dozen of my men who tried to stop you. Now, I hope you didn't do anything funny or I'll happily bestow upon you my punishment." He smiled and sat in the space beside me. "We both know why I'm here." "I don't." I replied and got up t

~Maverick~I watched the white haired pack member interact with her friend and had to turn away from them when I heard the approaching footsteps of someone. I looked back to see if it was my mate, Jenson. She looked towards the two girls and back at me. "Where did you keep your phone? I've been calling." She said. I put on an apologetic look as I touched both pockets in search of my phone. I took it out to see seven missed calls from her. "I'm sorry, I got carried away with the training." I apologized, forcing out a guilty smile. Jenson nodded and walked closer to me. "I thought I'd remind you that the duel is tomorrow evening. How are you doing?" I swallowed forcefully but replied her regardless, "I've been preparing. If I push harder, winning won't be that difficult to attain." She smiled and patted my cheeks playfully, "I wish you the best, Mave. Always remember this will do us both good enough to last for a lifetime." Then she turned and walked away. I scattered my hair a