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TRY HARDER

SERAPHINAThe home arena was fucking deafening. Twenty thousand screaming pack members filled the stadium seats, their scents mixing with the frigid, artificial frost rising off the ice. High above center ice, the massive digital scoreboard glowed red: SEASON OPENER — SHADOWFANG BLADES VS. IRONCLAW PACK.I stood behind the glass inside the team trainer box, my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my medical jacket. My inner wolf was restless. She growled low in my chest, her fur standing on end as she paced behind my ribs.On the ice, the line was set. Kelavra took his spot on the wing, his jaw tight, his sharp gold eyes darting over toward me before shifting back to the referee. His face still had purple bruises under his eyes from where Silas had beaten him. My wolf snarled and showed her fangs at the sight of him. I looked away. He was a cheating bastard and we were pack strangers now.Killian stood on the opposite wing, wearing his slick fake smile for the cameras, looking like t

DRINK IT ALL

SERAPHINAThe charter bus smelled like stale sweat, wet hockey gear, and exhaust fumes.It was pitch black in the aisle, lit only by passing highway lights and the blue glow of cell phones. The diesel engine vibrated right through the metal floorboards under my boots.Killian sat up near the front right behind the driver, completely checked out with giant noise-canceling headphones clamped over his ears, staring at his phone screen like a braindead idiot. He didn't give a single fuck about what was happening behind him. The rest of the pack was sprawled across the middle rows, snoring, mouth-breathing, or muttering about plays from the ice.And then there was Kelavra.He sat four rows ahead of the back bench, sitting stiff as a board. He wasn't sleeping. His shoulders were locked, his jaw clenched so hard I could hear his teeth grinding from here. His eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror every two seconds. He knew I was back here. His wolf was clawing at his throat, desperate to s

JUST ONE DROP

SERAPHINAMy wrists were still black and blue under my sleeves. The skin was swollen, hot, and throbbing from where Silas had pinned me down on that fucking bus seat. The taste of his blood was trapped in the back of my throat no matter how many times I brushed my teeth.I sat at a corner table in the back of the student center. Textbooks were spread out in front of me, but I was not reading a single word. My wolf was coiled tight behind my ribs, snarling at every shadow that moved near the doorway. I was exhausted. Raw. Every bone in my body ached from fighting a war on ten different fronts.A heavy coffee cup slammed down onto the wood next to my hand."You look like hell, Seraphina."I snapped my head up. My fangs almost burst through my gums. My claws extended half an inch beneath my skin, ready to rip into whoever was crowding my space.Killian stood there. He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down, dragging his fingers through his dark hair. He did not have that smug,

Taste of her Poison

SERAPHINAThe locker room reeked of ice, sweat, and stale pre-workout powder. Heavy bass from the wall speakers hit the metal lockers like a fist. Outside on the rink, the rest of the team took their early warm-up laps, their blades cutting through the ice in long, rhythmic scrapes. The air in here was freezing, but my palms were slick with sweat.I stood in front of Silas’s open locker with my heavy medic bag slung over my collarbone, my heart hammering a chaotic rhythm against my ribs. On the top narrow shelf sat his dark gear bag, his freshly taped sticks, and his clear shaker bottle filled with that thick red pre-game mix he downed before every single period.My fingers trembled inside my jacket pocket as they wrapped around the glass vial Killian had slipped me at the library. I pulled it out slowly. The silver wolfsbane oil caught the harsh overhead lights, thick and swirling like liquid grease. My inner wolf woke up instantly. She went absolutely insane behind my ribs, snarling

SPIT ON ME

SERAPHINA"I tried to put a leash on a rabid dog, you psychotic bastard," I spat, holding my ground even as my knees trembled under the crushing weight of his murderous aura.Silas moved faster than my human eyes could follow. His massive hand shot out, wrapping around my throat like a steel band, and slammed me backward into the metal lockers with enough force to rattle the hinges down the entire aisle. The back of my skull hit the cold steel, making my vision spot with white stars. My oxygen cut off instantly. My fingers flew to his wrist, my claws extending fully and digging deep into his skin, drawing fresh ribbons of blood, but he did not even blink."Where did you get refined wolfsbane oil, Seraphina?" Silas snarled, leaning his face so close I could feel the scalding heat radiating off his skin. "Answer me right fucking now, rogue.""Fuck you," I choked out, my voice raspy and thin as my lungs screamed for air. "I will die before I answer a single question from you, Silas.""Y

AN ULTIMATUM

SILASThe grand hall of the pack mansion reeked of my father's suffocating Alpha presence. Alpha Thorne stood behind his heavy mahogany desk, staring up at the security monitor mounted on the stone wall. The security camera footage from the locker room played on an endless, brutal loop... the shattered clear plastic bottle... the red pre-workout liquid splashing across the floor... the silver sheen of wolfsbane oil spreading over the dark rubber mats.I stood right in the center of the hall. My dark hair was still soaked with sweat from my off-ice workout, sticking to my forehead. My eyes were locked straight ahead on the stone wall, keeping my jaw clenched tight, refusing to look my father in the eyes while his anger filled the air.Out of the corner of my eye, I felt Seraphina standing near the double doors, her back pressed flat against the wood. Her heavy medic bag was slung over her shoulder. Her lip was swollen where she had bitten her own tongue, the metallic scent of her blood

ALONE IN THE DARK

SILASThe leather steering wheel of the lead Suburban was freezing cold under my hands, but the suffocating tension inside the cab was a hell of a lot worse.My father had made his demands crystal fucking clear before we even pulled out of the pack garage. Seraphina wasn't riding in the team bus with the rest of the guys. She wasn't riding with Killian, and she damn sure wasn't riding with Kelavra. Thorne had ordered her straight into my front passenger seat so I could watch her like a hawk for the entire six-hour drive up north."If she so much as breathes sideways, Silas, you lock her down," Thorne had snarled in my ear right before we left. "I am not having that rogue bitch ruin this four-game tournament."Now, three hours into the mountain pass, the sky had turned a dirty, bruised purple. White-out blizzard conditions slammed against the windshield. The wipers were useless, slapping heavy ice back and forth while the wind howled outside like a dying wolf.Seraphina sat shoved as f

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