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“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

Ferrah Onyx was injured and there was nothing I could do. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move. The huge black wolf’s muzzle was matted in blood and I could see a crimson pool spreading around Onyx. If I could just get to him, I knew that I could save him. Soxor wouldn’t allow it, though. His hold on me was like a vice. All I could do was watch what was unfolding in front of me. Onyx’s golden eyes locked with mine. I could feel tears streaming down my face. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.

Onyx clapped a hand on my shoulder to try and reassure me as I walked back to our bedroom. I growled, "I'm not resting until she has been found. You know my wolf won't settle without our mate." "Where would you like to start looking?" Onyx was a good Delta. He never argued with me, he followed his orders and only asked the pertinent questions. If I wanted someone killed, Onyx asked who and how. If I wanted someone tortured, Onyx simply waited for me to give him a name and he carried out the rest. Sometimes, Onyx was so in tune to what I wanted, that I didn't need to say a word. Onyx was already handling the situation how I wanted things done.

But Deimon's calming presence, a constant reminder of their bond, held him back. Frustration mounted within Onyx. He couldn't act on his primal urges. So, with a defeated sigh (well, as close to a sigh as a wolfdog could manage), he slunk back inside, seeking solace in his bed. There, he discovered a half-empty bottle of spilled beer – a casualty of Deimon's emotional turmoil. Onyx, ever resourceful, decided to drown his own frustrations in the same way. Lapping up the spilled beer, he indulged in a very un-wolfdog-like activity – getting drunk.

It was a dark, cool gray color with a slightly blue or purple undertone, giving it a subtle hint of mystery and depth. It was onyx. And his eyes were like two pools of black ink, no reflection in them. She tried to remember where she recognized that color of hair. She was sure she had read it somewhere. Onyx wolves were strategists and also fierce warriors. The disadvantage they had was their terrible temperament. They were impulsive and sometimes killed without thinking first. But they were loving to their pack members and mates. She remembered now. Somehow she couldn't believe another wolf like her was standing right here.

It’s time to make the whole world see that no one is allowed to threaten his queen. Onyx throws a furtive glance at the small army approaching the house he’s just left, nearly growling in frustration when he realizes that his allies are seriously outnumbered. He can only hope that both his queen and the other companions will manage to win. He trusts Thea and Lia to keep his mate safe, so he concentrates on finding the witch.

“What happened?” “He cut himself.” Onyx looked offended. “You make it sound incompetent.” “You picked up broken glass.” “I did not know it was sharp.” “It was broken glass.” “I have spent most of my life as a wolf.” “That excuse is becoming less useful every day.” Luna smiled and sat beside them. Onyx looked tired, but the silver had completely vanished from his eyes. “Can you still feel them?” Luna asked. He knew who she meant. “The colony?” “Yes.” “Faintly.”

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

Odessa thought out loud, keeping the conversation going. "Onyx is the inspiration of our Omegas and other she-wolves. She's an Omega but commands our wolf warriors. On the field, she's more of an Alpha than an Omega. As much as she's a great sacrifice to us, omegas aren't meant to be on their own, they are supposed to be pampered and be taken care of by their mates. I peached to my omegas every day to let their mates do the job but my words are being taken for granted, Onyx has taken my place in their hearts," she explained, her tone holding no bitterness or malice but with tenderness and fervor.

She opened her eyes and looked Delphine straight in her eyes, “Do you honestly feel that will do anything to me? You forget, Delphine; you and I have done this before. You have also burned me before. Try something new.” Delphine smiled, “Onyx, it’s nice that you have joined the party. How about a nice shot of wolfsbane for you? Straight down the throat.” Onyx laughed, “You did that the second time you tried to torture me. What else do you have?” She chuckled, “A shot of liquid silver? Wait. You are immune to silver.” Onyx just smiled and nodded.