Deacon “Rogues!” The sounds of people screaming fills my ears and my heart sinks. What had started as a simple drive over to the Shadow Falls pack to reject my male mate turned into dinner, a night of passion that I am still not sure how I feel about, and now a rogue attack. Byrne is out of the bed in seconds and out the door in less than another second. “Byrne!” He does not listen to me, never slowing his steps. I pull on my pants and snap them at my waist before I run down the stairs. When I step outside of the house, I see men shoving off beasts that are attacking them. I see wolf on wolf, snarling and snapping at each other. But it is the blood everywhere, the screaming children, and the decapitated bodies that stop me in my tracks. I have never seen such carnage before. I have actually never seen any carnage before. In all my years, we have never had any sort of attack on our pack until the attack on Nat and Trev a few weeks ago. We have all lived a very sheltered life and n
Ollie I never made it out of our territory. Dad and Grandpa went to get Katie and help Blaize's pack, with the help of a few family members. Haylee's husband, Austin, my great uncle Mason and Lucy's husband, Camden, as well as one or two pack members. Dad did not want to take too many people and let our guard down, so we are prepared for everything. All of our pack members have gathered in the packhouse dining hall. All the children have been taken to the basement of the packhouse, where Grace, Nat, Trevor, and Malia watch them. They will protect them, should the need arise. I didn't go with Dad because I had this odd feeling that I shouldn't. It was like my gut was telling me not to go. I hope nothing happens, but I really am expecting it to. So now is just a game of wait and see. We don't have to wait long though. We have barely been settled in the packhouse for twenty minutes when I get the call from the guards. Rogues have crossed the territory boundary and are on our land.
Katie “You are going to make one hell of a luna!” Blaize shouts at me as he swings me up into his arms and kisses me soundly as the last rogue falls. The fifteen or so rogues left run off with their tails tucked between their legs. I do not figure that we will see them again. “Where is Jaxon?” I am frantically looking around for him but I do not see him anywhere. Dread fills me as I scream at the top of my lungs. “Jaxon!” “Don't shout, baby. I'm right here.” I turn to see him hobbling towards me, with bloody gashes all over his body. But it is the tired grin he flashes me that gets my attention and melts my insides. I jump from Blaize's arms into his. He stumbles backward with an 'oof' but stays on his feet, even when I kiss him with as much passion as Blaize just kissed me. “Do not ever scare me like that again” I shout at him when I pull back. “I won't, baby,” he promises, before he looks at Blaize. “You okay?” “Yeah. You?” Blaize asks him, checking him over. They embrace o
Two years later...Ollie I look at my wife and mate as she sits by my side. We are sitting at the head of the table in our dining hall as everyone gathers around. As alpha and luna of the pack, Sienna and I are hosting a feast for the pack, our family, and our friends to show off the birth of our son, Malcolm Oliver Vale. Named after Sienna's father and after me. He is two weeks old and he is so beautiful. Just like me, he has one eye blue and one eye silver, rather than green like mine, but he has his mother's white hair. He is the perfect mixture of his mother and me. We are over the moon with joy and love for him. Sienna has spent the last two years growing into her power. When her howl killed the rogues that day, it terrified her. But much like her screams being a weapon, her howl is as well. Now that she has been turned into a vampire as well, she is a tribrid. She is so incredibly powerful and I am in awe of her. Zachary spent months researching the mark on her fur when she
Bronwen I sit in the back yard of our dilapidated house, staring at the chipping paint and sagging porch. The house had the bones to be beautiful, a real classic like all the other Victorian-style homes lining the streets. But what those pretty houses had that this one lacked, was someone to put in the effort to maintain its charm. All this house had was a mean drunk who would rather punch holes in the wall than reinforce the warped floorboards. The wind blows hard, rattling the small structure that I am hiding in. This is what is left of an old treehouse my dad built for us years
Bronwen I go to school on Monday, dreading it even more than usual. Only a few more months until I graduate and I am counting down the days. Then I'm going to get as far away from this New England town as I can. I walk through the double doors, my steps laden with unease. I make it to my locker without any remarks being made towards me which feels like an accomplishment of sorts. I feel hopeful like I might actually survive the day. No such luck. “Oh look. It
After the last bell of the day rings, I go to my locker to drop off my textbooks before I go to meet my new friend, Morana. My last three classes of the day have the guy from the library in them. Today must be the first day that he has been in attendance because trust me, I would have noticed if he had been there any of the other days. Today in class, I tried my hardest to keep from staring at him. Thankfully, he never even seemed to notice. Maci and her friends kept grappling for his attention like the desperate leeches that they are, so I doubt he even got a chance to look around the room. Not that he would notice me even if he had gotten the chance.
Andras I am still where she left me, looking around her room, at the pictures that she was clearly embarrassed for me to see. I could tell just how uncomfortable it made her, having me in here. I witnessed the underwear debacle. I can read every emotion on her face; she is such an open book. I heard when her heart rate accelerated. I felt her body temperature rising and smelled the anxiety rising in her. I am honestly really happy that she was embarrassed to have me in here. It gave me the impression that she didn't have boys in her room often, which I took a perverse pleasure in.