All Chapters of Genesis : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I told them I didn't want to do this; I would have preferred to stay behind. My gut had screamed at me, a visceral warning against the mission. So when Alto gave the signal to attack, a sharp, almost imperceptible hand gesture, I backed away, blending into the shadows, a coward in their eyes, perhaps, but alive. Good thing too, since he and Riley were both dead, their lifeless forms sprawled on the cold earth. Now, the only problem was what to tell Alpha. How do I explain that they're dead, reduced to motionless husks, but I'm still alive and, more importantly, the girl got away? Speaking of which, who is she? She was utterly amazing. I've never seen anyone do what she did before, wield such raw, untamed power. And the sheer magnitude of it... out of this world.He gave no reasoning, no explanation why he wanted her captured, no justification for the attack. Just a distinct description of her, one I'm sure he got from the witch. Not the feisty, defiant one he keeps locked up, but the

"I'm not going to ask again," Cree's voice rumbled, a low growl of impatience.Farrah immediately positioned her body, a shield of nervous energy, trying to hide me from his view. "Headmaster Cree. We're just getting ready for bed." Her voice was a little too bright, a little too strained. He began to take slow, deliberate steps toward us, his eyes narrowed, and Farrah pivoted some more, maintaining her defensive stance. "That earthquake was intense, wasn't it?" She chuckled nervously, the sound thin and reedy. "And Echo, what was that about?" Cree stopped, not three feet from the bed, his presence filling the small space."Ms. Carter, us werewolves have both a keen sense of sight as well as smell," he stated simply, his voice devoid of humor, his gaze piercing.Sighing, a weary admission of defeat, I stood and gently moved Farrah aside, allowing him to see the full extent of the damage. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between us, his movements swift, and was instantly exam

I knocked on the door, a soft rap, and pushed it open once I got the okay, a curt affirmation from within. It was seven in the morning, the sun barely hinting at dawn, and while I'd prefer to be sleeping, lost in the oblivion of dreams, I was instead about to give Cree access to my mind, to the deepest recesses of my consciousness."Hey, thanks for coming." He briefly looked up from whatever files were spread across his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. Once he set his papers aside, neatly stacked, he gave me his undivided attention, his golden eyes settling on me. "How's Farrah doing?" I slipped into the seat opposite him, the leather cool beneath me, and let out a sigh, a heavy exhalation of concern."No idea, she was gone when I woke up. Guessing she went to the infirmary; the bite wasn't healing fast enough last night." I shrugged, attempting to mask the raw concern for my friend, the fear that still lingered. I instead attempted to change the subject, to push away the uns

The last couple of days had been eerily silent. Farrah was gone, spirited away by Gran to fix whatever malevolent force had taken hold of her. The dog wasn't just a dog; it was clearly sent here to possess someone, and I had a chilling suspicion that someone was me. I just hadn't told Gran that terrifying bit of truth. Farrah had been getting treatments, intensive ones, but she was still unresponsive, lost to us. Even without all the information, Gran was livid that someone was reckless enough to harm one of her own. She even went as far as bringing in the Concillium, the highest magical authority, to track the magic, but even their specialists had to admit that whoever did it knew how to cover their tracks well, leaving no trace. Asher had been incredibly supportive, a constant, comforting presence, only leaving my side when it was time to sleep, and then he was right at my door the first thing in the morning, a shadow waiting. Needless to say, he was having a hard time leaving to go

I briskly walked ahead of Jacob, my strides purposeful, eager to get to his office where we could talk privately, where I could demand answers. What did I just see? Why does that girl look like a byproduct of him and Talyn?Talyn.I remembered her clearly, vividly. The three of us became friends at a function of the Elven King, long before the world knew we existed, before our kind was revealed. We would always keep in contact, despite living apart from each other, but at those parties and galas, we were inseparable, a trio of mischief. I saw them falling in love before they did, the subtle glances, the lingering touches, and even though I warned Jacob, he shrugged it off as nothing, oblivious to the inevitable. So it came as no surprise to me when I found them making out in her room at one of her mother's solstice parties, their passion undeniable.It was unheard of, forbidden, a dangerous liaison, but what could I do? He was my best friend. So when the time came, when his father hun