KEENA Beep. Beep. Beep. That is the only sound that I can hear. The sound of constant beeping creeps into my mind even while I try to sleep. Groaning to myself I try to roll over but my body is stiff and unmoving. I try to open my eyes but it is useless. My eyelids won't budge. I try to let out a sigh but something is lodged in my throat. Swallow. I have to swallow. As I swallow the feeling in my throat doesn't go away. Panic begins to fill my soul as I try to escape the dark prison that I have found myself in. "She is too powerful," suddenly, Sister Edith's voice is in my mind. "Her powers need to be bound. She is going to hurt someone." "Perhaps you are right," my mother's voice breaks through. "She has put her friend in danger twice now. Through no fault of her own." "Do you know what set her off this time?" Sister Edith asks. "I cannot be sure but it would appear that her mate betrayed the mate bond," my mother's voice sounds angry and sad. "He

KEENA Jarek releases me from the wall and grabs ahold of my hand dragging me back to the front of the building. Just as we are about to round the corner of the building a loud snarl from behind us grabs our attention. Jarek and I both turn around and see two large wolves stalking towards us. Unlike the rogues that fought at the mansion a few nights before these two don't have matted fur and they don't smell like rotting flesh. That can mean only one thing. These are pack members. Jerking me by the hand, Jarek races towards the parking lot with the wolves quickly on our heels. I dare to look behind us as we run and there is no one outside any longer. The clock must have chimed for the first class to start. "Move faster," Jarek hisses at me as he runs to his red sports car. He flings the passenger side open and shoves me inside before running to the drivers side. Without hesitation Jarek reaches over me and buckles my seatbelt. He then puts his car in drive and peels

WARD Keena's classes have been over for more than an hour and she still isn't home yet. I am pacing back and forth in my bedroom trying to think about anything that is not Keena. The King told me to watch her but keep her distance, but I was not to follow her to school. Faris and her mate will be watching over her while she is in school. Her mate, it makes me angry just thinking about that asshole being her mate. To be honest, I have loved Keena from the moment that I laid eyes on her two years ago. I had just joined the Royal Guard and was assigned to be one of the body guards at her and her brother's sixteenth birthday party. It was a massive party with every lycan from Lycan City in attendance, along with several Alpha's and their families from packs around the United States. Keena was escorted down the stairs by her father in an emerald dress that matched her eyes perfectly. Her hair was pulled up into an intricate updo with strands that hung down and framed her face.

KEENA"Welcome to the Crescent Moon Pack." Jarek's father looks down on me with a wicked smile. I look up at the older man that is standing above me. He is much older than many of the standing Alphas are, I can tell that just by the thinning of his hair and the wrinkles under his eyes. But as I look at him I can see how he must have looked just like Jarek when he was younger. His hazel eyes are intimidating as they stare down upon me but I refuse to be frightened. If they want a fight that is exactly what they are going to get with me. "Thanks," I say through gritted teeth as I try to sit up in the cramped trunk of the car. As my eyes adjust to the blinding light around me I realize that I am no longer in Colorado. The landscape is void of trees and shrubbery. Brown grass and large cactuses surround a large building, which I can only assume is the pack house of the Crescent Moon Pack. "I need to contact my family," I try to reason with Jarek's father. "They need to kn

JAREKPacing the hall in front of my father's office I try to decide if I am ready for the truth. For the past few weeks the only two things that have been on my mind is Keena and finding out the truth of what my father has done. Unexpectedly, the door to my father's office swings open and an older woman in a blue cloak waltzes out. She looks me over with a smirk on her face. "It is always nice when magic works out like it should," she laughs before she walks past me and down the hall. I can see my father standing in his office with a concerned look on his face. When he notices that I am standing in his doorway he gestures for me to enter. Sitting down on the chair across from my father, I let out a heavy sigh. My body is sore and I know it is because I am feeling Keena's pain through the mate bond. I will have to convince my father to let someone heal her because the dull ache in my body is becoming too much to bear. My father takes his seat behind his desk and the conc