A part of me badly wanted her to choose to help out. We'll all have difficulty training her properly with my brother's stupid alpha instinct to protect her. For, now I'm happy to help whip her into shape. It's been a while since I've done proper workouts. Jayk doesn't have a routine. His excuse is that out in the field, there is no routine. That might work for him, but I need to have some order in my life, and it's starting to look like this might be the only thing I have control over.  "Don't try to keep up with me. Go at your own pace," I say and start a jog for her. She nods and begins her walk.  I start slow as well. Not as slow as her but with caution. Since shifting, my movements have been slower. Tighter. The phantom pain of the shift has me guarded. I have to learn how to be in my skin again. As I work my way into a quick mile, the twins appear and start making their way over to me.  Micca looks at my settings and adjusts them. He hangs

Neutral Territory is one of the most disgusting towns in-well probably the entire world. It was the first to fall when the alphas started fighting each other twelve years ago and in the time that followed, it became the place where everyone just dumps dead bodies.  The buildings miraculously haven't been burned down or seriously damaged because no one comes here. The smell alone is enough to ward off everyone. There are scavengers. Birds and coyotes looking for their next meal.  This place is stirring up all kinds of negative emotions.  "You okay?" Micca asks through our bond.  "Do you always get gross assignments like this?"  "Not always, but it's definitely not my first,"  "If I were to hit the gas tank "accidentally" from here. Would it be enough to burn this shithole down?"  "Nope. Those things have been empty for a long time," 

Silver. It's the one thing that the scientists that created us couldn't breed out. If anything, silver is a lot worse for us. The pain, if too much, can drive us crazy. Going into a killing frenzy isn't just dangerous for those around us. It weakens us. It's easier to kill a Warhead when it's out of its mind.  "Do you have anything to help take cartilage out of my back tooth?" Micca asks once he's back in his skin. He has his whole bloodied hands in his mouth. It would have grossed me out if I hadn't just wolfed out. The taste of copper is- I don't know, but it might as well be candy right now.  "Business card?" I ask reaching for my wallet.  "I'll take it," he nods.  "Stay put. I'm getting our stuff," I say and pull over at the building we had been keeping watch from. I get our things and bring them back down. I drive to the location Leelie put on my phone. It's a warehouse near the old house. It looks abandoned. There are

Jaykob "There aren't any trackers in this," Lucille says and holds up a little black box. "This is a signal reader. If you flip this switch, it turns into a signal jammer. If we can keep a couple of these silver packs. I'll bring you a few more,"  "Thank you," I agree. We haven't been able to come by these. A lot of the human tech is lost to us. Shifters don't usually need things like this, but I can't exactly stick my nose in the silver to find if there's something there that shouldn't be.  "No problem," she waves me off.  "Take whatever you need,"  "Seriously?" she looks up at me and then quickly averts her gaze.  There's an odd emotion in her tone. Every other time we've interacted, she's been excited. Aroused even. The first time she laid eyes on me it surprised me. The sweet scent of her very human hormones was different from what I am used to. Naturally, I responded to it but I di

The two of us stare at one another for a moment. He's full-on challenging me. His pretty eyes glisten against the light streaming through the sliding door. Neither of us moves a muscle. We don't blink. I don't know why I find it so erotic. Why do I want him to move just enough to trigger an attack? "Miles!" I growl at the sound of my idiot brother's voice. "Next time, killer," he grins and slides the door open. "What were you-" Jayk stops talking when I crawl out of the closet next. "If there's another one of you in there, I'm hitting someone," he growls and turns his attention to Miles. "I need you to run something for me," "Nothing was happening, man. We just needed to make the room smaller," Miles takes the piece of paper Jayk hands him. "And it's just the two of us," I add. "You're having panic attacks again?" Jayk asks me. "One, that never happened. I used to have sleep paralysis. Two, that's actually your fault. You used to hide me in your closet when Dad lost his