Singles Inferno #4 Novels & Stories

Inferno’s voice rolled out, deep and layered, like crackling embers under a storm: “Listen well, Haven of Shadows. A storm is coming, one far greater than these scouts.” The shadows trembled. Zenith felt, rather than saw, her pack draw closer to her, instinctively seeking their Luna’s calm energy. She let her healing aura rest over them like a blanket, soft, steadying, without conscious effort. Inferno continued, sweeping his blazing gaze across every face: “Prepare your grounds. Prepare your hearts. Prepare your home.”

And I ruined everything. Santo slides his hand over my elbow and pulls me toward the elevators again. He angrily presses the call button and turns to me. His voice has dropped a tone, and I can hear a hint of remorse in it. "Stop crying. It is too late for all that. Do you think I enjoy having to go out and get you? Do you think I get off on seeing you cry or tremble in front of me? Pezzo di merda... (Holy shit*)."

I lost myself in the rhythm and lyrics, my head thrown back as I. "Hey, I just ordered pizza, hope that's okay..." My eyes opened slowly, my mind in too much of a daze to simply be pulled away from the moment. But the moment I turned to my Alpha, the voice blasting through the speakers let out the words, 'Meet me at the bottom of the ocean, Where the time is frozen, Where the universe is open, Love isn't random we're chosen...' My eyes met his, crashing into the moment, my heart racing as he started to walk towards me, my movements stilling.