I ran over to him screaming and I picked him up, hugging him and holding him to my body. I had to keep him close. I was begging him to come back to me. But he didn’t. He was gone. TWO MONTHS LATER I was wondering through the woods, looking very disheveled and not caring at all what happened to me
THIRD PERSON POV As Ross and Zane were standing there facing off with Tyler, Tristan and Leo the meeting hall behind them burst into a million pieces with a huge ball of fire. Causing them all to duck out of the way, as none of them were expecting that explosion. And just as they were getting the
Sadie then moved her hands in a circular motion and created a tornado ripping up trees, coming from the back of the fight. The Blue River Pack knew to get out of the way but a lot of the injured weren’t able to and they were sucked up and thrown away by the twister. It really thinned out Ross’s army
SADIE POV The fighting stopped all around us and I turned around to look at everyone watching Tyler. They could see Ross, dead on the ground at his feet. And Tyler let out a load howl, which his entire pack followed suit with. They were victorious. And it was the perfect sound. People started eme
“Yeah. That makes sense. But what are you going to do to the people who were horrible to you?” “I’ll deal with them. I’m still in charge, remember.” I said. “Alright.” He smirked. “What about Beau’s pack?” He asked. “I don’t know. Who do we trust to run that one? Leo still needs to be the head
ONE YEAR LATER It’s been a whole year since we took over Ross’s pack and I don’t think my life has ever been so peaceful. Except for a baby waking me up in the middle of the night wanting constant feeding and nappy changes. But I wouldn’t change that for anything. Our little boy Bellamy is now 7
Growing up in a wolf pack has its advantages and disadvantages. I guess the advantages come with being from a prominent family. If you’re not from a good family in a wolf pack, then you’re not really anything. I’ve seen both sides of privilege and underprivileged. It’s a fine line and it doesn’t tak
“What the fuck?” I yelled. “Where the fuck have you been?” My dad yelled as I regained my footing, while I was holding the open wound on my head. “I was at work. Probably where you should be right now.” I said. “They sent me home early. With pay.” He says. “Let me guess, because you were too