All Chapters of Mated to Death: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Chapter One ELARA’S P.O.V.‘The Shadow Wolf was meant to save us, but he became our curse.’My eyes traveled over the line repeatedly. I had read it a million times, but I was no closer to finding the answer now than when I first found my mother’s journal. The Shadow Wolf. He was the key. The key to finding my parents, finding the truth, and proving they weren’t traitors. Everyone thought they had betrayed the pack, but I knew better, and I would find the Shadow Wolf and prove their innocence if it was the last thing I did.Yet, in every place that my mother described the mysterious man, there had been nothing to tell me where to go to find him or who he was.Sweat beaded along my forehead as I heard someone approaching, their steps growing louder, and I eyed the open window to my right. I had done this enough times, looking for answers, but the adrenaline and fear was still momentarily crippling.If anyone found out I had broken into the Alpha’s office to read my mother’s jou

ELARA'S P.O.V.“NO!” Alpha Broderick shouted, turning his back to me and Luna Raine. His body was shaking, on the verge of shifting, and I glanced down to his claws at his side.He was ready to attack. He had just lost his mate and his son… he had nothing left to lose. “You can’t take her, too!”It was just the distraction I needed. I would not let someone die when I had the power to save them.I closed my eyes, focusing on the poison and damage it had caused. Without her attacker sitting inside the poison, driving it to her heart and brain, it was easy to control it now, and I pushed every bit of strength I had into her. A bead of sweat dripped down my temple as I felt the darkness lick at my ankles before slowly slithering up my legs. It felt so very warm compared to the cold room, and I tried to ignore the hold the darkness had on me as I focused on the Luna.“You’re meddling with my work, healer.” Death warned, the low growl in my head making me lose my focus as my wolf pushed f

ELARA’S P.O.V. Talons dug into my skin as the woman examined my mark, holding me like prey as more pack members flooded into the room. They surrounded us, all wanting to get a good look at the burning wound on my shoulder blade. I hated it. I felt like a show dog on display, being examined, measured, and judged. The shock and horror from them made my stomach turn over. “That can’t be his. The last time…” “She’s doomed.” “That’s not a claim, that’s the marking of death.” Every time I tried to stand to get away from them all, the woman over me would tighten her hold, keeping me down. It was humiliating to be forced to remain on my hands and knees as strangers gawked at me. I moved to stand once more, but her nails dug into the flesh of my collar as she continued to talk to the old man. “This has to be able to be removed.” She insisted, but while I agreed with her on that, I was losing my patience. “The mark couldn’t have been intentional. He can’t…” “Release me,” I dema