Ring Seven Days Novels & Stories

"Seven days. We will use them. Train you to harness that power properly. Unite as many packs as we can. Prepare for war." "And at the end of seven days?" "We end Marcus." Rowan's amber eyes blazed. "Permanently." I looked at my four mates, at the determination in their faces, the love in their bonds. Then I looked at the bodies, at the blood, at the promise of violence to come. "Okay," I said softly. "Seven days. We prepare. We train. We unite every pack that will stand with us." "And then?" Asher asked.

She pointed to my ring and curious eyes swung towards my finger and they all squealed. “Did he ask?” Meli looked at the ring with a sigh. “Oh, it is so beautiful. So, so beautiful.” I nodded. “He did. And girls, you have to help me, because it is in three days.” “Three days? We have so much to do. So much.” Meli stood up as if she was going to start it right away. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back down on the bench. “We have a lot of time.”

“I have more urgent matters to solve. Look after the Alpha. I will be back.” David’s eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly composed himself. The pack members around us whispered among themselves, their concern noticeable in the tense air. “I will be back, Luke,” I repeated. He nodded. I was about to leave when Luke called me back. “We have just seven days, Luna. Seven days to save the Alpha,” he announced. “I will try my best to keep him alive until then.” Seven days. The countdown began ticking in my head like a clock. Seven days to save my mate, my Alpha, my everything.

I lay awake and listened to the ocean and thought about the party waiting for us back home. Seven days. Seven days to let him breathe. Seven days to remind him who he was when he wasn’t bleeding from wounds no one could see. I could work for seven days.

Celeste's POV The iron bell clangs three times. Its sound is a blade, and it cuts straight into my bones. That cold dread settles in-the same dread that coils in my spine whenever the "Guests" come. Seven days. Seven sunsets left. Seven days until my two-year mark in Angel Reform Academy-by the rules, I should "graduate." They should let me walk free.

Because the alternative losing everything that mattered wasn't an option. The ring pulsed softly on my finger, and I swear I could feel the approval of every Alpha King who'd worn it before me. Five days. Five days to prepare for the fight of my life. Five days to prove I was worthy of the power I'd been given. Five days to protect everything I loved. It would have to be enough.

Something passed between us in the study then not spoken, not yet, but understood about what one of those seven days was going to be, and what it was going to mean, and how little time there was now between this Tuesday night and the Tuesday that was coming. Seven days. The clock, which Doyle had started and Priya had shortened, was now running in the room with us, and we could both hear it, and we had just agreed without saying so that we were not going to let it have all of the time we had left.

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

Seven endless, grueling days. I exhaled deeply, frustration bubbling beneath the surface like a cauldron on the verge of boiling over. “Seven days,” I muttered under my breath, pacing the room with the notice still clutched in my hands. “Seven whole days before they even look at the evidence. What are they waiting for? A full moon?” The bitterness in my tone surprised even me. My heels clicked sharply against the wooden floor as I paced back and forth, unable to contain the restless energy brewing inside me.

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