According to Wyatt, the secret passage we walked in was the back part of the pack. He planned it since it would throw Rijel's pack away from us and give us enough time to provide them with a good amount of distance. If I was right, we only had about four or five more days until we found the base camp of the Erix's allied wolves. Hopefully, Erix would be there waiting on me and risking his life for me and our pup. The pain became unbearable, but I tried to shake it off. What if Erix won't take me again? What if he only wanted our son? What if he'll throw me away? I must have looked concerned because Wyatt reached over and grabbed my hand to reassure me. "Erix is not that kind of an Alpha, Rain. He knows what you have been through. Don't worry, and he'll kill Killian and claim you again," he said, smiling at me. I gave him an exhausted smile. "Don't worry, Rain; I'm sorry I'll try my best to go to our mate. Hold on a bit, and when our dearest frees us, we will be free from this pai

Erix's POV"Erix, calm down!" Quintin said, trying to stop me from attacking Wyatt when he returned and told me Killian marked Rain. "How the hell will I calm down when you learn that your mate has been claimed by someone who rejected her? How do you expect me to calm down!?" I screamed at him, trying to vent my frustration. Why? Did Rain want to get back with Killian? No. I know she won't do that. "Rain protected your son, Alpha," Wyatt said, the wound on his torso was healed, and he stood up to explain himself. "She had a premature delivery when I appeared at the Blood pack. And Killian threatened to kill her baby if Rain refused to be mark him. At that point, she knew that she and the baby's life was at Killian's hands. She did it not because she wanted it but because she has no choice, Alpha."I know that Wyatt was trying to explain himself. "I promised to take her and the baby out of the pack ground. She expected me to return soon," Wyatt added. "What? That would be suicide.

Celine/ Rain's point of view I could hear shouts from all over the place. The clouds slightly covered the moon, hindering any light source from penetrating the deep dark dungeon I called my home. The other she-wolves lay down on this hell hole's cold concrete floor, waiting for their demise. We were all slaves in this place: women, children, and everyone who sold to them. I don't have any memories of how I came here or even know my name. I was told that my name was Celine. The old woman in charge of us told me I was on the brink of death when I arrived here years ago. She also told me that I was rejected. The bite mark on my collarbone was proof of rejection. According to her, I was probably claimed, but then my mate didn't like me anymore, so he rejected me and bit off the mark. The old lady, Martha, said I was lucky enough to survive. No one had ever survived such rejection during her time. "You know, Celine, you probably had a life before you were rejected," Martha told me wh

The woman assisted us, took us inside the cabin, and told us not to make any sounds before she left and joined the man. I peeped into the gap between the wood walls of the cabin and saw what was happening. I saw Killian and his men arrive at the edge of the cabin where the man, the woman, and a few men joined them, coming from the woods.Killian shifted and walked near the man who let us in his cabin. "What brought you here, wolf?" The man questioned him. "I'm looking for my pets. Did they come here?" Killian said, asking him. "You know very well that wolves aren't allowed here, are you not?" the man replied. "I have been chasing these pets of mine for the last week now, Arthur; you have to give them back to me."Arthur chuckled. "Your pets won't run away unless you treat them wrong, Killian. Knowing you, you must have done something that caused them to run away," Arthur said. "It's none of your business, bear. Surrender them to me, and we won't have any misunderstanding," Kill

I sat on the bed looking out of the window, feeling unsettled. I rubbed my hands over my face for memory to try to ease the feeling of anxiousness I was experiencing. Letting out a sigh, I stood up and began to pace my room while waiting for the result of the test that Doctor Reynold had conducted for me. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye, and I stopped. For a moment, I studied the woman looking back at me as I touched my hand to my hair. I'm glad I finally got my hair cut short. My long hair constantly reminded me of the hell I had been through. And then I stared at my eyes. They were dull. I couldn't find any spark in them. It's like they're dead…lifeless. Were my eyes like this in my past? A knock on the door pulled me out of my heavy thoughts. Athena, with Dr. Reynolds, came in holding a piece of paper. "You had an anterograde amnesia, Celine," Dr. Reynolds began when we settled down. "This is common to those who suffered an accident. According to how long you had, it