Samantha We returned to the pack with Glover as our prisoner. The red wolf had secured the head of defence, Mr Reynolds. I had special plans for him. We lost two apex wolves, and eight wolves were injured. Judging by our odds, I knew we were lucky. Just as Alex once told me that suffering casualties were part of our job description. We couldn't always have it all. I braced myself and ordered an honourable burial for the deceased. We knew reporting Mr Reynolds would be useless because the government was in on it. So I decided to take the laws into my hands. He was going to witness what he made my mother witness ten years ago, because of his greed and lack of humanity. I never said I was a saint. So I sent him home with two delta spirit wolves. I had them slaughter his family in his presence and bring him back to the settlement. He would work as a slave until he no longer had use anymore, then he would be killed. We made sure he wouldn't dream of escaping by framing him for the dea
*Warning this book is dark with many ups and downs, not for the emotional or faint hearted* Samantha. The wolves chased my mother and me through the woods, trying to kill us. My father had been betrayed and killed by his best friend. They had also killed my brother. We were running for our lives. We had never lived outside our pack before, but the fear of death had made the unknown our safest option. "Sam, give me your sweater and wear this," my mother called out, tossing me a smelly sweater. I did as she said. "Go north. There is a pack that would take you in. Do not let anyone know your family name or the pack you are from. We are in werewolf territory, whatever story you give, make sure you only speak of werewolves. They must not know, Sam. Trust no one," she instructed. " Mother," I cried, " Why are you saying this?" " If I come with you, none of us will survive. Promise me you'll survive, Sam," She pleaded, by then, I had figured out her plan. The sweater she gave me was to
Samantha My first night in the room was long and hard. It wasn't just the state of the room that kept me up, the state of my heart also made it impossible for me to sleep. I hadn't mourned my parents properly, and I never knew if I would ever get the chance to. The image of my mother's wolf was burned into my memory. I wondered if she escaped. Glover had betrayed my father and eradicated my entire family. My whole world changed that night, and the most painful part of it was I could never speak of it to anyone to keep my identity a secret. There was a knock on my door the next morning. A girl was sent to bring me clothes. They were used and did not fit well, but I appreciated the generosity of the pack. The people at the packhouse were not welcoming. They looked at me with suspicion. Finding food that morning was impossible. The cook had deliberately locked the kitchen to prevent me from getting something to eat. At first, I thought it was by mistake, but when I asked for food, the
Alex The rain had subsided. I knew there was no way those two traitors could have gone far. I had instructed the wolves to spread out. We had to find the moonstone, or great misfortune would befall the pack. I got to a path where there was a strong smell of cow dung. This was quite confusing as there were no settlements close by, and we never took our livestock out for grazing. Our lands were wide enough. I began to suspect the cow stench was deliberate. Wolves had a strong sense of smell, and the only way to throw them off was to scramble the scent. This made me more determined to follow the stench. I quickly linked the pack members that were near to join me. Samantha The luna came to see me in my cell. I wasn't happy about her visit because she never liked me. The situation was scary. I dreaded what they would do to me. Stealing a pack's moonstone was an unforgivable crime. I was brought before Luna Michelle in chains. They had beaten me so badly that my body ached, and my left
Samantha I spent a week recovering in the pack hospital. The staff were unkind to me, and I didn't receive gentle treatment, but I was used to the cruelty. I was just grateful to be alive. When I found out that the stone had been recovered, I was filled with joy, but I still found it hard to believe that my friends, Jessy and Alisa, stole the moonstone. They had no reason to do so. I knew Alisa was hurting, but I also knew that she wasn't capable of such evil. Alisa was elated when she found out the son of the Delta, Mason, was her fated mate. She had a crush on him ever since she could remember, but he never noticed her. Her station in the pack made it impossible. Finally, the moon goddess had brought them together. Her hopes were high until Mason Whitespear decided to mate with her and reject her. He claimed the sex was a farewell gift, a taste of what they might have had. Alisa didn't take the rejection well. She had kept to herself for a couple of weeks. Sometimes at night, I wo
Samantha A few weeks later, Alisa passed away. My heart was broken, but I was also relieved that she had found peace. Jessy was released and allowed to continue working at the packhouse. Although we were still friends, something had broken in her. Something unfixable. Fourteen months passed, and I was gradually looking forward to my eighteenth birthday. I had been hearing a female voice in my head for a while. I was scared that the hostility and loneliness had begun to get to me. Whenever I heard the voice, I would experience a total blackout. I prayed very hard to keep my sanity. One day, while the voice spoke to me, I accidentally wandered close to the Alpha's apartment. I had no clue I was heading in that direction as the voice in my head had completely taken control of my body. Before I could change course, Luna Michelle spotted me. I was still apologising when some men showed up and arrested me. While in the holding cell, I wondered what crime I must have committed during my b
Samantha There were days I wanted to just run away, and go and live with humans, but I knew how difficult it would be. We lived differently from the humans, it would have been difficult to fit in if I left now. I did not have the skills or the education to survive in the human part of the world. My parents never saw the need to integrate with humans, and that had now affected me. I knew I would have to leave the Yellow moon pack one day, but I needed to get my wolf before I go. With my wolf, I believed I would be able to survive the world outside the yellow moon pack. I wasn't being paid for my work as the other pack members, because of that, I knew it would take more effort for me to survive outside the Yellow moon pack. The dog incident was on my mind for months and my blackouts had gotten worse. It was so bad that most of the pack knew about it and didn't fail to tease me about it at every opportunity they got. My new name was space dog, derived from the community party event and
Samantha I was surprised to find out that I had been put on the payroll. I also no longer had to eat leftovers from the plates. I was allowed leftovers from the much satisfying kitchen. Things had begun to look up for me. Although the behaviour of the pack towards me did not change, I remained optimistic. I was determined to save all the money I earned until it was enough to survive in human society. Alpha Wildbreed's questions baffled me. I doubted if they would let the matter rest. I began to sense that my time there was running out. Hopefully, I would have earned enough and left before they found out I had lied. Alex