I’m still leaning on the counter when Tate and Lily join us. She’s wearing a red turtle neck long-sleeved. jeans and hiking boots. Flashlight in hand. Looking all pumped up like she is about to go on an adventure. She just needs a hat and some rope to complete the look, I almost laugh, that is until I see the glare, she aims my way. “I am so pissed at you right now” Lily points the flashlight at me.“I’m sorry” is all I can say. And I am apologizing for a lot, but mostly for leaving her in the dark. “Tate told me everything, why didn’t you tell me?” she flips her ponytail over her shoulder, shooting me a glare, at least she waits until we are on our way there, having just left the compound before she lays it unto me. The guys are a few meters behind us well out of hearing range unless they’re using super wolf ears. I really hope that’s not the case. “We tell each other everything, don’t we? I even told you that time I kissed Kent under the kissing tree when we were twelve, do not

I don’t know how much time has passed by the time I open my eyes, the abbot comes before me, my hands resting on my highs, the stone cupped loosely in my palms no longer glowing, he takes the stone now warm from my lax grip, a wide smile on his face like someone who just hit the jackpot. I look around, I’m still kneeling in the cave, the acolytes are standing at the same spot as before, but Lily had moved at some point, now standing at Tate’s side, her eyes, wide. I blink repeatedly to clear my mind, still feeling a little dazed like I just woke up abruptly from a long nap, “Did anything happen?” I murmured lowly, if it did, I must have missed it. Well damn it, this is beginning to become repetitive and I don’t like it. I'm really getting sick of strange lights either knocking me on my ass or zapping me of all the strength in my body, leaving a weird melting sensation. A little frustrated. I shake my head; I make to stand up but the muscles in my legs protest. “Shit” palms fl

ZAYNE Tate fills me in on what I missed during the ritual when the faint scent of rot permeated the air, uncomfortable with its close proximity I circled around to dispatch the feral beings swiftly. Without shifting, it was slightly challenging to pinpoint the location, usually, I can sense trespassers with uncanny accuracy, but tonight, my instinct is already on alert, it would have been impossible to sense additional threats were it not for the rotten scent that clung to rogue wolves, as there were already strangers on my territory in white garb and white dyed hair, the same threats I’ve been tolerating for the past week. I’m going to take my time gutting them just for the mental stress alone, shouldn’t be long now… I fall in beside Tate, having already washed the blood off my hands in the lake I sniff my shirt one last time, the faint smell of rot and blood clings to me and will stay there until I shower it off. “That was fast,” he comments without turning to me, “How many

A loud howl sounds and my eyes snapped open. I’m tensed as I take in my surroundings, the walls and the bed I’m lying on and the sheets that covers me. Scent so familiar. And I can't do anything but breath, in and out as the night before runs through my mind. A deep sigh leaves me. I wasn’t a dream. One hand slip from the cover to come rest on my chest my eyes closed. But I’m here, I’m fine. The door opens “You’re awake” A little surprised at who came in I look at the door then back to him, “Hi, good morning, were you standing on the other side of the door?” How did he know I was up. “Zayne made sure I kept an ear out, we’ve being worried” Noah closes the door behind him. Oh? “Where is he…?” I question slowly. “Taking care of a few things” Probably making sure the other acolytes don’t become a problem. Last night he had killed three accolyte guards, Isaac included. I don't know why I had felt so betrayed at what he did to me, he wasn't my friend, I didn't trus

From the looks of it, seems everyone heard about the attempt, a few people came to ask me how I was feeling and to come to see them if I need to talk the day after. Though from the looks I get from Tiana, she probably wished the attempt succeeded, I don’t even have the strength to be annoyed at Sky for letting the wolf out of the bag. I’m too fired up; besides, I shouldn't only be concerned about my discomfort. They deserve to know that someone slipped into the lodge while we all slept. I put as much effort into training as I can. Naya pitted me against two opponents so I can try to get a hang of fending off more than one opponent at a time. And they weren’t mincing punches. It was all claws and fangs. And just what I needed, we are bloody, spotting cuts and bruises by the time training was over. I fall straight into bed the moment I get back. *** I’m a prisoner in my own body, I can’t move, I can’t scream, I can hardly breathe, Isaac’s arm tightens around me as he carries me