As I dip back into consciousness, I'm greeted by a throbbing ache at the side of my head. The familiar look of the library gradually comes into view as the pain spreads from my head down to my toes. I let out a low groan of agony. As confusion swims over my head, I scan the library anxiously for what the hell just hit me. "Welcome back." A feminine voice licks the back of my neck.I snap my head back in an unnatural angle causing a muscle to pull my back with a sharp pain. Shit. I lift myself to my feet with so much difficulty before turning in the direction of the voice. My hand curls into a fist when I come in contact with the culprit, anger rolling in waves through my body. Elena. She stands before me, draped in a long satin gown, her blonde-white which mirrors mine cascading down her shoulder like rainfall. Her lips are thinned into a sneer as if my mere presence irritates her. "I was hoping you wouldn't wake up." She sighs nonchalantly, blowing her fingernails that almost r

I step out the Alphahouse with my hand clenched tightly around the cold metal of the screw. Waves of anger and spite crash over me mingling with the ruthless lash of the heavy rain against my face and skin like a whip. I made a vow before returning to the shadow pack, a promise to myself and Felicity. I swore not to let anymore trample over me again. Yet, since setting foot into the shadow pack's territory, I have become nothing more than a weakling. From the elders to the members of the pack, I have let everyone treat me like filth, though I vowed against it. Elena's disrespect was the final blow, proving that I was nothing more but a weakling. I can't even hold a fight against her. Not only am I weak but my wolf is rebelling against me. She lay dormant when I beckoned to her as if punishing me for hiding her away like a dirty secret for five straight years. I bristle when I remember how things went down between me and Elena. My breathing comes in ragged gasps, my chest is rising

Only when I confirm Lia is safe does everything crumble around me. I stagger back a little from the impact of the realization. The rain has stopped but my clothes are already soaked wet and my hair plastered to my forehead. Unlike Lyn, cold isn't a problem of mine. In fact, my wolf thrives in it. I was born on the day of the ice moon. Lyn despises me. Her hatred for me runs so deep, that she will take her life than endure any moment with me. The past week rushes back to me like a feral blow. The venom and poison in her eyes when she looks at me. The spite in her voice when she talks to me. It hurts deep into my bones to witness the eyes and voice that once showed you love to turn to this and I know I deserve it. Every ounce of what I get from her, I deserve it. My hopes were once high—fueled by arrogance—. I was certain that I could repair whatever was shattered between us. But today shatters the illusion. Now, I am so uncertain about mending what ya wrong between me and Lynexia. I

I'm doomed. From the moment Julianne holds her knife so feebly, I know our training is doomed. There are only three people who can tolerate me enough to train me in combat. Gavin being the first, is busy. Dimitri, well, I hate him and even I can't tolerate his presence. And that leaves me with Julianne. When I first informed Julianne that she would train me in combat, she gaped at me and told me she didn't think she was the right person for it, but as the good, positive radiating girl that she is I was able to convince her otherwise and she agreed and convinced herself and me—barely— that she could do it. I rub my thumb on the pack of my forehead where an ache is starting to form from watching Julianne fumble a knife in her hold. There is nothing difficult about holding a knife but I doubt she can do that. What I have seen Julianne do so far is enough to conclude that she isn't fit to train me in combat but I still hold on to a flimsy hope because she is my only option. When I c

I can tell Lynexia's hatred towards me is back with full force when I show up at Julianne's doorstep three days later. As the door swings open, a scowl etches into her cheekbones at the sight of me. She isn't a bit pleased to see me. I guess, it was good while it lasted. I enjoyed the company of vulnerable Lynexia and now she was gone back to the brooding Lynexia who won't hesitate to cut my balls off if she is given the golden opportunity. She rubs the space between her eyebrows. "Oh goddess, what are you doing here, Dimitri?" Her voice bites out my name like a curse. Her gaze sizes me up before sliding to Gavin standing right behind me. "Oh Gavin, it's always a pleasure to see you." Her lips curve into a smile but her eyes remain icy. Gavin grumbles a word behind me but I don't catch the words. "What about me?" I point a finger at myself, feigning hurt. "Aren't you pleased to see me?" "It's an eyesore to see you, always." Her response is swift. I lean in, teasing. "I can't