Authors POV Atlas stood up from the bed, hand raking his hair back, face taking the room in. He looked at the wardrobe at the room's far end and stood up.He walked over to it in the silence of his room, with purpose in his gait, reaching the wardrobe He bent down to the lower part of it.He pulled it open, and a stiff material wrapping fell to the ground close to his feet.He picked it up, standing up with it immediately, scrutinizing every inch of it, his eyes hovering.He moved to the window, where the moonlight shone straight at him.The other Alphas would be too busy with the battalion coming and wouldn't notice the one in front of them, living in the same pack house with them.They were right; he was ready to kill both of them to take over Bloodcanine, and he didn't care if they expected him to do so.After all, he was stronger; what werewolf could knock him to the ground, even in their madness?He ripped the purple material open and brought out the silver dagger. On it imprint
IrisI rocked Andrea in my arms, watching her face cry so loudly that I was getting worried. Throughout the day, she had this uncomfortable cry at the tip of her tongue, screaming like she was in pain.We were all worried. My mother had done all she could, from dabbing her with cold water to giving her a series of drugs, none of which seemed to have been working.She had woken up that morning screaming at the tip of her tongue, refusing to eat, and whenever I tried to force her, she would run a temperature.Holding her, I looked up at my mother and Mikaela, whose faces were drawn with the same worry as mine.Not knowing what was going on with Andrea, Mikaela had sent Axl away so, in case anything was to happen, he wouldn't get hurt.I understand perfectly; nobody loved Andrea more than Axl—or so he thought.I looked up at my mother, my face questioningly tight, but she didn't get me."What do we do now?" I asked my mother, "Where is the priestess?" "They should come anytime from now,"
He dropped the shirt back on the floor, sighing before trying to push his way into Aidan's room, but unlike Atlas's, it was locked.He wasn't in the pack house; he was heading back to his wing when an Omega rushed to him, "Alpha Tristan, you seem lost," she genuflected before him.Inwardly he was surprised, for most times, they ran from him. He was the Alpha who stayed in the dark and walked around the pack house without noticing any of them.To them, he was a ghost, so what happened?He nodded, looking over her head, and asked, "Did you in any way find Alpha Atlas?"She nodded again. "I saw him holding a dagger walking outside. I don't know where he went," she shrugged, "but since then, I've been looking for you to tell you to be careful."That was it then; the unsettling feeling that had tugged at his stomach since then meant that Atlas was up to nothing good."Thank you," he mentally reminded himself to thank her properly later when he sorted out what all of this nonsense was.He wa
TRISTAN'S POV It had to be my legs pulling back or my instincts; I didn't know which. All I knew was the fact that I shouldn't be here at this moment. I stopped pulling back because it wouldn't help me, especially when Aidan had that challenging smirk."You killed Atlas?" I asked again, sounding like a broken record, knowing it would soon be my turn if I didn't find a way to get out of the weaponry. I straightened my shoulder and smiled, "I should give it to you; you are smart."Aidan shrugged, "Someone had to be between the three of us, so I picked me." He walked behind me, bending over Atlas' body and opening him up, "since, you know, I don't think there's any use hiding it, and besides, doesn't it look like art?"I could see at last that his body was stabbed in so many places before his neck was slit that I turned away immediately."In some way, Tristan, I helped you do what you've been so scared to do: get rid of Atlas.""Should I say thank you"? I asked cynically.He shook his he
IRIS POV I walked into the warriors' camp in my long blue dress, looking for my mother.Since a lone gray wolf had been seen running up toward vampire clan at full speed, the line had been in turmoil.My mother had joined all the forces of the vampire clan close to the gate and all over the clan. So she placed the people in whose hands she trusted to oversee everything.Including her best friend, Mikaela. Whose son Axel wouldn't let her go alone, then her driver too. There were others, but it was hard to keep up with their names.I was expecting to get a crew too, but my mother pushed it off, saying it was best I stayed with Andrea, who, on most occasions, was with numerous servants.As I strolled through, I could feel the soldiers ogling my backside, their eyes full on me, and the swell of my bum was beginning to feel heavy.I saw my mother talking to two men in front of the camp; she had full-body suits and guns. When she saw me, she turned and frowned."Princess," the two men ackno
Before Gael could stop me, I was running out of the tent, almost falling over my dress; as I ran to him, he had his eyes on the sky, focused on nothing in particular as he continued to gasp repeatedly.I knelt beside him, unsure where to place my hand, for his body was covered with dried and fresh blood dripping.I heard my mother yell, "Hold your fire!" Cover the Alpha! "Go to the royal hospital now!"I caressed his hair, and tears began falling from my eyes. There were bruises on his feet, which made me wonder how fast he had run and from where.Bloodcanine prolly. But from whom? Were the other Alphas okay? What of Alpha Aidan?I snapped out of my thought when I heard him muttering so faintly I couldn't make out what exactly he was saying."Tristan," I whispered, bending my face close to his, but he could only make out my name before he growled so loudly that even I had to gasp.Something ate him from the inside; he stretched from the pain, and his face darkened with the torture.Und
TRISTAN POV It had to be the lights overhead that had me opening my eyes with so much annoyance, like, "Who the hell uses so much light in just one room, for goodness' sake?"And why was I still alive and breathing, wasn't the goal to Vampire clan just to alarm them and die?Her scent tickled my nose and whetted my appetite—or was I dreaming? But when I turned my head, there she was, all right.In a blue nightie, her back was to me. The hunger to see her face had me using my hands to support myself up so my back rested on the pillow behind me.But then I saw him holding her hand with his eye on her face; indeed, it had to be the drugs that I was so sure were pumped into me, for I felt hot jealousy flooding into my body as I glared at the dude holding Iris' hand.I had my heated gaze on him until his eyes met mine, and he stopped, looking at me in shock.Well, I, too, wasn't prepared to look away. How dare he touch Iris? IRIS!Then Iris turned too, and I shifted my gaze to her; immedia
IRISI saw his eyes widen, and I started to wonder if he did hear what I said. I doubted he was breathing freely, for he seemed so still that if it weren't for the blinking of his eyes, one might think he was almost dying.He pointed to her, "She's mine?"I nodded, feeling my eyes become teary in seconds. Andrea wasn't helping matters, for she had her hands reaching up to him to take her away from me.Everything about them was so alike; I watched him rake through his hair in exasperation, and she did the same, running her hand through her hair while mumbling.He laughed, "You saw what she did." He looked at me, chuckling in amusement, then brought his hand, which she held in hers, squeezing with her tiny fingers.Then he took her from me, holding her carefully like she was glass, wrapping his hands around her, sniffing her hair, and whispering, "You're mine. Goddess! You're mine.""She's yours," I repeated, and he shut his eyes. I thought I could even hear him inhale deeply.He pulled