TWO WEEKS LATER ...I rarely came out of my room. When I did, it was at night to run through the forest in beast form. Since I mated, I desired my wolf form more often. When the sun set, I released my animal to run and sleep in the woods of the territory, a territory I now viewed as mine since I had marked all of my favorite spots and grew accustomed to the other scents, those of my new pack mates. I had explored every inch of the property and it was beautiful, a combination of vast woodlands for the beast and quaint suburban comforts for the man.Curious about the other wolves, my nature urged me to rejoin the pack. I refused to see anyone, but meals were delivered to my bedroom door three times a day. They went untouched because I hunted for meals in my wolf form, just enough to survive as I didn’t have an appetite. I didn’t reject the meals because I thought something was wrong with them. I was just pissed about being chained. Or at least I fancied myself being pissed. These days I
LisandraThe floorboards give way to each step I take, soft squeaks of protest filling the room. My bare feet move quickly across the floor and I wince as I hear an abnormally loud creak come from beneath me. Although the packhouse is large and modern, in many ways it’s equally as old. The appliances and plumbing are updated regularly yet most any other update is specifically cosmetic. I know without a doubt, with a bit of love and care, that the packhouse could make a warm and inviting home. As it stands, it’s cold and sends chills down my spine for an entirely different reason. Biting my lip and with the utmost care so as to not step on splinters, I make my way to the other side of my room and manage to reach the window. Holding my breath, I brace myself and pull it upwards with all the strength I can muster. As it slides up with a shuffling noise, it takes everything I have not to let out a delighted squeal. The damn thing is usually so stuck that I rarely get it open once a mont
He is here.There I was in the packhouse's main living room, in a small, tight corner on what had to be the most uncomfortable piece of furniture I had the misfortune call my seat, trying to appear small so as not to attract attention to myself- nothing good ever comes from being the subject of scrutiny, especially when you happen to be the most hated orphan in your pack- when he comes in. The bane of my existence. My Lord and Master. The one to enter was the Alpha of my pack, the Redstone pack, one of the largest packs in the whole of North America and with one of the largest and most expansive of territories. It numbered in the thousands, a little over four thousand Lycans, give or take a few hundred. It's territory spanned about a fifth of the whole Simmerian Forest, which was larger than the Tongass National Forest, as it had about two hundred and twenty four million acres of land. Wolves of the Redwood pack might more often than not be an arrogant lot, but they had a right to
TerrenI was hungryHungry to free my wolf that is. For six god-damned days I have been in the city, encased in a steel-and-glass building sixteen hours at a time with nothing but concrete under my feet, day and night. I desperately needed to fill my lungs with the scent of warm earth, sweet pine, and rich, verdant life if I was to sustain whatever remained of my sanity.I needed to run with my wolves and lead them on a kill. To feel flesh part under my claws, for raw meat to give beneath my fangs. The insistent pressure between my thighs and the shimmer of pheromones coating my skin also kept reminding me of another critical need I was neglecting, a need that is not so readily satisfied. It was much too risky. I’d gone too long without sexual release, but I can't risk even a nice good old tumble in the sheets, all sweaty, steamy and oh so satisfying with a willing female when my wolf seemed insistent on claiming a mate. That is not something I am going to ever do. Why the hell doe
I ran.I have been running my whole life. I ran as the slave I was for the sick game the Alpha and his lackeys played for the sake of their amusement. I ran like there was no tomorrow, and there might very well not be if I wasn't fast enough. I ran...because I didn't want to die.One would think I after ten years, I would have long been used to this. And I was used to it. The running part. After a decade of literally running for a living, I have become so fast I can confidently say I could outrun any Lycan that called the Simmerian Forest home. I never thought to time myself to know exactly how fast I had gotten since I began this macabre game (I mean, who brings a stopwatch to a goddess damned death race?), but I know I am pretty damn fast. Countless times Jared's mindless goons had been looking to use me as their punching bag to burn off their aggression. Countless times they caught me when I tried to run. They caught me again and again, till one day they couldn't. At first I had th
TerrenWe run.”I sprinted ahead, the wind rushing through in my fur, rage in my blood, fresh air in my lungs. Our paws hit the ground in a thunderous roar, and I let out a ferocious growl to let all the rogues in the vicinity know who had arrived in their midsts, to know whose anger they have incurred. I just hoped I was here in time. My private jet had been able to transport my wolf form and three of my enforcers from the city to rogue's territory in the Forest in but a few minutes but I still had a lingering fear that I may be too late. I hate feeling that fear. So I turned the fear to rage. And rage I did.As if they were waiting for an attack, enemy rogues ran at us with their teeth bared.Kill them all, I repeated through the mind link.There would be blood and death tonight. There will be no mercy for any who threatened what was mine. I could feel my pups through the pack link. I could feel their fear, I could feel Lorna's pain. It was maddening. I ran faster, faster than I'v
LisandraHe is beautifulHe is beautiful in a way men shouldn’t be allowed to be. Strong jawline, high cheekbones, perfectly shaped lips and thick black eyelashes that surround clear blue eyes that remind me of a lake—still, in an eerie way that makes you wonder if there is any life below the waters. Black locks of hair that are a little too long, falling just over his eyes when the wind blows, look softer than the silk dress I’m wearing.No one in my pack ever looked like him. I would have noticed.The more I stare, the longer I realise he is staring right back at me, like he can really believe his eyes. Can't say I blame him, I can't believe mine either.He is my mate.I never really thought I would find him. Hell, I never even thought I had one. I thought I was too miserable for mine to exist. Yet there he was, in the flesh and blood, standing right before me.My wolf jumped around inside of me, doing flips in my stomach, acting giddy, like she did under every full moon. But I wasn
Terren"Wow," I looked at what had to be the most beautiful female I ever had the fortune to lay my eyes on. With dirty blonde hair that if one looked really closely, will see very a faint red tint to it, her locks lay so perfectly down her back and the moonlight bounced off her pale skin. Damn, my mate was beautiful. “Fifteen huh? Not bad. Not bad at all”She lay next to me, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. The water from the lake barely touched my heels. I saw her close her big blue eyes with complete happiness. She smelled like a freshly picked lemon, just like my mother.My fingers touched his bare hips in small circles, soothingly. For a man who was so adamant on not having a mate, I was having funny feelings. All I wanted to do is to take her home with me, to sleep with her in my bed, to keep her away from any and all harm. And she had been harmed. It was obvious from the bruises I could see on different parts of her body when I was bringing her to glorious