Noah's POV Time seemed to stop, and the world around me turned in slow-motion as Reyna grew stiff in my hands. Her eyes net mine, and what I saw in them terrified me to my roots. That look would haunt me for days to come. "Noah...." She whispered in a choking voice. Then she fell from my hands in a slump, her body hitting the floor with a thud, like a rock striking another boulder. And in a flash it was over. It had happened too fast. Too unexpected. The anger had flowed from my body in one blazing wave, obliterating all rational thought from my head. My wolf had threatened to jump out, try as I could to hold it back. And I had ended up killing Reyna. I didn't know what had come over me. I fell on my knees with Reyna’s lifeless body beside me, too stiff and numb with disbelief to do more. Myra, Colin and a few other people had gathered around me, and they were yelling a host of words, though I didn't catch a single syllable of what they said to me. All I could do was stare at

Noah's POVMy ears were covered with the drumming of hooves, and my eyes were fixed on the pack house that now doubled in size as I got closer.It looked vastly different from the outside, and the view was even more strange, because I had never gone beyond the pack house walls since I was born.I had hardly ever even moved beyond the courtyard, as my father had always taught that outside was too dangerous. Too disorderly and chaotic. And that only deranged savages lived out there in the wild.I had listened and lived in fear every day of my childhood. Sometimes I was even too afraid to leave my room, for fear the savages might be just outside my window.But now I had gone beyond the safety of my father's words, and beyond the safety of the only place I had known my whole life. Even though it was against my own will, and I was half-conscious all through. I had gone beyond the gold, brick and limestone walls and pillars that lined up all the way to the top palisades, almost reaching the

I jumped down from the windowsill, watching as the ground rose up to meet me. I landed at a weird angle, almost falling flat on my face, but I quickly picked myself up.I sniffed. My nose had caught a weird smell. The smell tugged at my senses, familiar but unknown.It was getting stronger, and I could sense it moving. Almost like it was walking towards me.I turned back to the window to see the butler looking down at me with a raised brow. “Did you find anything of interest sir?” he said, with his hands cupped around his mouth.I nodded with a grim expression, then turned back to the around me. I looked straight ahead to the forest, in the direction of the blood stains. And I frowned, feeling guilty, because I understood why she had gone there.My eyes were still facing the bushes, when I became curious. “What is your name my friend?” I asked, without turning back to the butler.And I could hear him clear his throat as he prepared the answer. “I am Richard sire…” he answered. Swiftl

The bright sun had risen high now, and from the shadows it cast across the floor I could tell it was already past noon.I took a leap over a wide gap in a path and landed on my knees and hands, groaning as I stood back up. I could still feel the pain all over my body, but I kept on walking, slowly.I could smell Myra moving farther and farther away from me but I chose to tread carefully now. The forest seemed to get bigger with each step I took, and deeper with each mile I managed to cross. I was already facing the wrong direction, and I figured it wouldn't be smart to run towards the direction I didn't want to go.My hands were aching, as the bones in my fingers felt like they had cracked to pieces. Anytime I tried to use my claws, it only made the pain worse, and it kept me from searching for areas with more dense vegetation.Yet I still moved like a man coming out here out of his own free will. A man who wanted to enjoy the great outdoors, and who came here just for the sake of cam

My legs wobbled as the bridge shook under the weight of the wind. I could feel it whistling again, and now actually as though it was singing a tune. Like an old farmer waiting for the rain to come, as he watched dark clouds grow over the sky before his eyes.I could see the pointed rocks glisten in the sunshine, and they seemed to even sharpen themselves in preparation for my downfall. But I kept on moving slowly, counting my steps to take my mind away from how stupid it was to be on a rickety bridge in the middle of nowhere.I was alone. And I suddenly realised it.I would die out here and no one would find my remains. No soul. No one. Asides the vultures. I didn't even know if the jungle ahead had any vultures. But I knew if it did, they'd be worse than the ones I knew.I gulped again as I kept moving across the creaking mix mash of wood and green ropes; holding the leafy railing like ingredients in a pot of steamy soup. I was scared, truly scared for the first time in all my life.