Semua Bab ALPHA KADE: Bab 31 - Bab 40

TylerDear Tyler,Hello, it's me, Jax. This will come as a surprise when you wake up given the wonderful night we had together. And I don't think I'll change my mind. But if I do, I'm sure I'll return to you and ensure you don't see this letter.I’m leaving Night Shade Pack.I made this decision without you, but trust me, I weighed the odds, and letting you know the truth would only hurt you. I’m sorry because I might still hurt your feelings. But I'm not sorry I'm leaving because this decision not only causes a vast change in my life. I think it holds a key to getting my wolf back and discovering the truth about the fire werewolves and why Logan’s father murdered them. I also need to understand the origin of my existence, if I'm really a wolf of Night Shade or dumped in pack territory for a loving family to rescue me.Damn, Ty.I can't stop the tears in my eyes from flowing.I already miss you even though I haven't left, even though I'm still planning our surprise night. I want you to

LoganLast night scared me. Watching the witches perform their abracadabra with my pregnant mate. I was glad that Frey had decided that it was time to reach out to her family. She needed the answers more than she knew, and I would be here for her through the truth that awaited us outside the pack.Rounding the territory twice before returning to the pack house to get ready for the day caused a delay in today's run. And guess what I found? What or who?In wolf form, I sprinted down the narrow path of the still forest that still had a sliver of the morning darkness. I came to a halt when my beast's senses picked up a scent. My crimson eyes rose to meet the orange hue of the rising sunlight. Someone was here. I smelt blood and a wolf’s scent. They weren't hounds, but they didn't belong to the pack either. “Please help us!” I heard through a telepathic communication. This wasn't the mind-link because it was only open to wolves of the pack. I could tell if a wolf belonged to my pack or not

FreyLogan booked the motel for another night before we left the premises to search for any of my existing relatives. He hurried down the stairs, taking them two at a time, to meet Shannon, Denzel, and me standing in the middle of the compound. “Morning.” He said to us as he couldn't help but notice the surrounding despair. We hadn't resolved our problems last night as they didn't want to talk to me.“Morning, sweetheart.” I said as I laid a kiss on his cheek.“I did a locator spell with Frey’s blood, and it should be able to lead us to his doorstep.” Shannon informed him. Witches could do locator spells with the blood of a relative, something that belonged to that person: their bones, hair or paw or footprints.“Come on, let's get to the car. I'm driving.” Denzel said. Logan tossed him the keys as we traipsed to the vehicle which was parked adjacent to the motel. We got into the seats, and Denzel brought the engine to life, exiting the premises with hands clutched around the steering

TylerI hadn't talked to Keaton since Logan left, as he had been preoccupied with handling the pack territory. The rest of the wolf bloods were out on the training grounds with Gamma Alex, and we had the day to ourselves. When I mean we, I meant Keaton and I. He had promised to see me today at the gym, so we could both talk about how I was healing from Jax's heartbreak. I walked into the gym and saw Keaton thrusting his fists into the punch bag. “Take it easy there, mate. We won't be striking each other today.” I said to him. He was shirtless and dripping with sweat when he turned to me, looking delectable. Why was I always thinking about him that way? My eyes didn't give my thoughts away, right?He must have been doing some push up and pull up exercises asides the bag punching before I arrived. He dried his body with a towel and walked toward me with a concerned expression.“What is it?” He asked, but I couldn't look at him.“It’s nothing, I'm fine,” Damn it, moon goddess, he must ha

LoganA fate worse than death.She was right.I'm trapped in an endless void of pain. I remembered how the dagger pierced into my chest, resurrecting the most painful memories of my life. The past I thought I had escaped.I saw the door looming ahead in the distance, and I hurried toward it, out of breath, inclined for survival as I reached my escape point. A smile appeared on my lips when I was about to grab the door handle, but a piercing scream emerged from the darkness. I succumbed to my knees, shielding my ears with my palms as blood dribbled from my eyes. “Please, please, stop. I can't do this anymore.” I screamed and luckily it did.I was safe.That was what I thought until I opened my eyes.I recognized the place where I knelt to be the pack house, twenty-two years ago, the night my mother died. “No, no, no,” I shook my head in denial as I marched backward. “No. This can't be.” I backtracked, but I couldn't escape this or the truth, no matter how hard I tried to.Hounds had inv