As Told By Ginger Orion Novels & Stories

The clearing was chaotic, the clash of opposing forces hanging in the air like a thick fog. Raynor stood frozen, his heart pounding as he watched Erin. She was no longer just the healer he had met days ago. She was something more—something far more powerful. Her silver eyes blazed like twin moons, and the force of the Wolf God’s power swirled around her in violent currents. The air crackled with electricity, and the ground trembled beneath their feet as if the world itself had been set in motion by her will.

Theron appears from the shadows, limping, a cut bleeding down the side of his face. “You good?” he asks. “I’ve been better,” I grunt, wiping blood from my mouth. We compare notes in terse, breathless exchanges. “I couldn't see their eyes, but they were definitely possessed.” Theron says. “Fuck,” I spit. Neither of us likes the fact that we’re back without knowing how we left, or how we got there in the first place. “This is definitely Orion. I don't know how, but it's him.” Theron doesn't respond, he wipes the blood flowing down the side of his face.

So, we know she at least made it to the gallery and inside. "She obviously plugged the thumb drive into something," Orion continued. "And we can assume that since she hasn't checked in, she got caught. Sound about right?" It was his worst nightmare come to life. His phone buzzed. They all jumped. Orion's heart leapt into his throat during the time it took for him to glance at the screen again. Zain. Not Jennifer. Zain. He shook his head and tapped the green button, then the speaker icon. "Hey Zain, you're on with all of us," Orion said.

“We came as soon as we received word.” Elder Orion followed, taller and leaner than his companion, with the watchful eyes of a man accustomed to danger. Silver hair pulled into a neat ponytail emphasised the prominent scar running from temple to jaw, a battle wound from some long-ago conflict. “Your messenger was most persuasive,” he added, with a slight nod toward Nico. I gestured for them to sit in the chairs before my desk, taking my own seat with the careful movements of a man whose body ached from too many hours spent in hospital vigil. “I wish we could have met under better circumstances.”

The moon hasn't shown control in centuries. "Thank you my dear, for being so noble. You will be remembered forever," Ginger crooned in my ear, tilting my chin until I could see her face. Her eyes are a glacial blue, so cold and disinterested. Her cheekbones are sharp, her skin tight, as her unfaltering smile curls further. I try look vacant. I try not to react. My entire body shudders with the want to slap that smug look straight off her face.

I gulp, my throat going dry. “He was looking for his sister.” My head spins, but I get it together. I am dead, I’m so dead. “Oh, who is his sister?” he has to keep pushing. What do I say? “Titus, we have really fucked up. I am no match for Fenrir or Aura, for that matter. This is bad, Titus, and you need to fix this.” Orion is panicking. Well, that’s just great. “Tell me something I don’t already know. We are screwed.” I tell Orion who whimpers.

She gestures to me. “Fine, but please understand I didn’t want to say because I wasn’t sure how you were going to take it. Gia WILL be here, but she didn’t look good.” I raise my hand to stop her from speaking. “Before you ask, I don’t know what happened. When the Oracle showed me her vision, I only saw bits and pieces of the fight, and in one of those pieces, I saw a brunette woman injured. That’s all I know. The other part of that was we suspect they have an A****n and are somehow using her to make shewolves more fertile.”

We didn’t have to live apart anymore, which we were all grateful for. As we sit in our temporary home we share, I continue to brainstorm ideas of how to track our leader. There has been times over the years when other Alpha’s would occasionally try to take us over and force us to merge into their much larger pack. They tried to make us submit. But it’s in Ryker’s nature to protect us. His father must have been a true Alpha which would make Ryker one as well. We are all that is left to my knowledge. Now we follow him out of faith and loyalty. As it has always been the four of us, we are now well known as Orion’s Guild, or the OG for short. We are an elite team of Rogue Hunters, rogues of all

There was no way I would let them get away with this. "She's not my girlfriend." Ginger replied in a grunt and my blood boiled at the pain I was seeing inside him. "I'll report this I swear." I yelled and Tess laughed. I'm trying so hard to listen to what mom told me. "This is Cali babe, no one cares," she whispered in my ear and I glared at Todd who threw Ginger to the floor and came towards me slowly. Thinking about Tess's words I knew there was a 70% chance that Todd was going to hurt me. I had to do something.

He blinked, his long lashes fluttering as he met the intense, dark eyes of his nephew. "Oh! Orion! You scared me, sweetheart," Noah chirped, his face splitting into a radiant, oblivious smile. He reached up, standing on his tiptoes to affectionately pat Orion’s cheek. The contrast was startling: Noah’s small, pale hand against Orion’s tan, rugged jawline. "I didn't even see you stalking over here. You’re just getting bigger every day, aren't you? A regular giant." Orion didn't flinch, though his pulse hammered against the palm of Noah’s hand. He felt the phantom itch of his tattoos beneath his shirt, a restless energy that wanted to claim the space between them.