ISAIAH I stared at Alpha Zack long enough for my vision to blur him out. My brain couldn’t really understand what he was asking me to do. Or maybe I just didn’t want to understand what he wanted me to do. "I’m sorry; what did you just say," I asked after clearing my throat. Alpha Zack adjusted his seat to repeat it as if he needed to be grounded. Was he expecting me to attack him or something? "I think you should reject my sister," Alpha Zack said with a deadpan expression. "Maybe I should reject his face," Devon growled. "Chill, dude. There must be a great reason behind this," I said. I was trying my best to keep Devon’s emotions from coming through. I sat back in my chair, regarding him seriously for the first time. This was an odd request. Alpha Zack, of all people, knew the importance of finding a mate. He was still waiting for his. So, for him to suggest this was beyond crazy. Before I could answer, he started to chuckle. "Sorry, that was a bit ex

ALAIA My brother interrupted us right before I could get closer to my mate. Of course, he picked this time to barge in. I wish he could leave already. I could tell from the beginning he had a problem with this union. I didn’t care. I couldn’t wait to leave his pack. There’s nothing left for me but bad memories. Memories I never want to relive. As I reluctantly walked past my brother, I whispered, "Please don’t mess this up for me." Of course, he didn’t respond nor look my way as I walked past and closed the door. I stood near the closed door for a minute, knowing I couldn’t listen in. "What was he going to tell him," I asked no one in particular. "The truth, hopefully," my werewolf, Elaine, spat out. "Elaine?" I haven’t felt or spoken to her since the accident. Ever since that day, we have slowly grown apart. It wasn’t a surprise since I felt more in tune with my witch side. I hadn’t realized how alone someone could feel until she stopped speaking to me. The

ZIRA Just like that, my world came crashing down in one single moment. A moment that was cementing itself in my mind. I didn’t expect the scene in front of me. Isaiah, my Isaiah, was kissing another girl in front of everybody. He found his mate. That was the only explanation. That had to be the only explanation. He didn’t even realize I was there. Was I just a passing memory? I could feel myself moving toward them, but I stopped. What was I going to do? I couldn’t be mad. I kept telling myself. I wouldn’t allow myself to be mad. I wasn’t his mate, and it’s not like we ever defined our relationship, right? Right? Besides, he’s an Alpha, and I’m just a hunter. I wasn’t worthy of being his anyway. Still, I didn’t think I would find myself at this moment, watching as everyone in the room seemed happy while I was breaking down inside. Them kissing was the only image in my head as I bolted out the back door. I needed some air. I needed to find a way to be cool about this. "Fu

ALAIA Nas glared at Mirja as he dropped the man to the floor. He took a threatening step toward her, and within a second, Mirja had those pistols pointed toward his heart. Nas froze and growled before planting a smile across his face. "Sorry about that, Mirja. I get carried away sometimes. I was just having a little fun," he said with a voice as sweet as pie. The bar was still as the awkward staring contest continued between the two. Finally, Nas held up his hands and walked back to his table. "How about a round for everyone on me?" Everyone cheered, and the bar returned to its natural flow after a few seconds. A few guys help the small man from the floor and out the door. While Mirja was busy, I took two bar napkins and drew the Nauthiz rune on both. Then, with a bit of dab of blood on each, I hid them in my hands and headed over to Nas and his crew. Before I could get to him, two of his men blocked my way. One was tall with blue eyes and had a nasty scar across hi

ZIRA While talking to Nina, the rogue lunged toward me. I readied myself to fight, tooth and nail when I saw a blur jump in front of me. A giant dark gray werewolf appeared out of nowhere and knocked the rogue back in midair. I scented him, realizing he wasn't from our pack, and by the size and power flowing from him, he had to be a high rank. Maybe a Beta or an Alpha. I stumbled forward as the pain of my wounds became more apparent, and the gray werewolf used his body to keep me from hitting the ground face-first. His fur was so soft, and I almost lost myself in it. The gray werewolf growled at me to get my attention and motioned towards the bushes with his head. I nodded and hurried as fast as I could, keeping my eyes on the rogue who had just recovered from the attack. I watched my savior and the rogue square off. I was terrified but, at the same time, intrigued by the standoff. This wasn't a frequent occurrence in this pack, and besides, I could use this as a learning opport