The grand hall was eerily quiet as the students gathered, taking their seats with trepidation as the High Priestess stood on the podium. Supernaturals from all the creeds were represented this evening, and the magic hall currently seated over a thousand creatures. John stood beside his wife, looking out on the sea of faces and he couldn't stop the shudder from entering his very bones. 'Such young kids, to be going to war' his wolf Victor remarked, and John had to agree with his friend. This would be a war like no other, with the young fighting a fierce battle whilst many of the older witches and wizards provided a veil to mask the war from human eyes.

 ElenaEthan looked so lost lying in the hospital bed.And Elena remembered the first time she saw him in one, back at Shadow Moon. It seemed so long ago now, like another lifetime.Other packs were arriving in Howling Warrior territory, and Mikhail was busy organizing things. But this was where he should be, right here with his mates. So that Ethan would wake up knowing both of them were praying for him. A

The attack on the packhouse came while they were sleeping. Women, children, and the elderly were tucked away safely underground for the night, leaving only the warriors guarding the Alpha and those on rest days in the packhouse sleeping.Border patrols were swarmed by rogues, rushing out from the treeline and down the hills until they were all engaged in an epic battle to keep those inside the patrol range safe for as long as they could.Like the black death rogues kept enga

Warning triggering sexual scenes ahead.Mikhail woke to the sounds of birds chirping and according to the clock in his room, he had slept for over twenty-four hours and it was now five o'clock in the morning. The last thing Mikhail remembered was locking his jaw onto the Rogue Alpha's shoulder. Everything after that was kind of hazy...Tentatively he reached

Dalvina didn't know what woke her, or why she tiptoed down the stairs. If anyone asked how she managed to get outside, she wouldn't be able to tell them anything. It was a compulsion of sorts.Out of the Academy's doors and into the night Dalvina wandered, phasing fluidly into her Lycan as she chased the enchanting smell. The woodlands lay a quarter mile up the road, and her beast sped on ever faster, tracking him, stalking