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I followed behind Kwen as we exited the dining hall. I saw the many faces of the members of this pack look at Kwen with embarrassment. Knowing that most of these people were abusive to Kwen in one way or another bothered me. I frowned at them all, and they all bowed their heads, hiding from my glare."Stop scaring folks and keep up, pretty boy."She said, looking back at me, with a smirk. I smiled and walked up next to her, wrapping her arm around mine. She narrowed her eyes at me but said nothing. I gave her a smug look, and she rolled her eyes. We walked out of the packhouse. She guided me to the right. We walked up the path a little, until we came upon a balcony. Underneath it sat a small garden. She let me go and moved towards it. I didn't say anything. I just watched her look, touch, and smell the flowers."My room is right above this small garden."I looked up. This must be her balcony. I looked back down at her, watching her back."Danny told me that Lisa put you on the visitor

It's been almost a year since I've been taken. I was doing the task Ava asked of me, but who knew it would land me here. After learning a bit about Kwen and hanging around her, I started becoming uneasy with what I was doing for Ava. I mean, I like money as much as the next guy, but Kwen seemed completely innocent of the things Ava was accusing her of. She kept talking about "Kwen being her past self, yet she's new" bullshit. None of what she has said about her is even remotely true. From what I have seen, Kwen doesn't even know she's powerful or have any affinity for magic, and that's if she has any magic at all. I would see her sit outside and meditate, but that's no different from any of the other human women. The last time I saw Ava was when she gave me that vial. It was supposedly a potion that made me irresistible to Kwen. I can say first hand, either Ava isn't as good with the mixtures as she believes or there could be something to Kwen's affinity for magic or maybe a third re

Unknown's POV: My life began to move quickly. Since that day, where my eyes glowed, as well as some book my father held, my life began to spiral. Flashback... I felt a presence deep within me rumble. I've always believed I had a inner being beyond my wolf. Something always sat deeper beneath the surface... out of reach, yet close. When I moved indoors where my mother and father escorted me to, I caught a glimpse of my eyes glowing a greenish-golden color. They've never done that. My wolf's eyes are lavender and my eyes are hazel. This color, is completely new and, yet somehow, I felt comforted by the sight. It was as if I've seen them before. I sat on the chair that faced my parents. They interlocked hands as their faces held uncertainty. I frowned. "What's going on?" I asked out into the silence, and was met with silence in return. This was unlike them. My father is a mountain of a man. He stood at 6'7 and was built like a machine. He carried nothing but muscle. His physical ap

We headed to a city a little outside of the little town we were in, considering it was pretty small. We wanted to be where the clubs were, and found this gorgeous restaurant. We exited the limo and I watched as many watched us. The many eyes on us were men who looked as if they lusted after us, or women who either admire or envied us. Either way, I knew the stares meant we looked good, or at least, that's how I took it. We walked into the establishment, and was greeted. Kera was in front, since she made the reservations. She's been to this place many times before. She loves Italy just as much as Psy does, so they've been bonding over and gushing all about the culture, country and men. Psy better be careful, otherwise Roy gonna fly all this way and hem her up, playing around like that. We were escorted to our table, but my bladder needed to show up to the party, too. I excused myself quickly, before ever taking a seat, and headed to the restroom. On my way back and I had the girls in m

Unknown's POV: We made it to Italy, and headed for my aunt's place. I have little memories of her. Luckily, all of them were good. I remember her being very beautiful. She had fairer skin than my father and beautifully curly, brown hair. She had brown eyes, but they, over time, looked to cloud over. I never asked why that was, I just assumed that's just how it was. It took us an hour drive from the airport to make it to my aunt's home. My parents and I walked up her cobblestone driveway and my father knocked. A huge, tall man stood at the front door. He looked serious. He had dark features and olive skin. He looked up at my father and I, and down at my mother. He was in-between our heights. "Marco." My father called out with a straight face. "Isaiah." The man named Marco said. After about five seconds of a staring contest, they both broke out into big smiles and embraced, patting each other, heavily, on the back. "Good to see you again, brother." Marco said. "Same here." My f