Dahlia POV.Today is the day we head to the Solar Eclipse Pack. And I am dreading seeing the vampires. It is no secret that there was always a long-standing hatred between both species. But there are always two sides to any story, so here is ours.The vampires were destroying everything in their path. Using the humans as cattle. Disrupting the balance of life and death. They were killing more humans than necessary. Until vampires turned their attentions to the packs. The wolves at the time lived in harmony until the vampires became greedy, wanting more. Voltas was a young king and was making a name for himself and his people.The vampires clashed with the werewolves. Using their speed and strength and, of course, their bloodlust to again the advantage. The war raged on for years. Until the vampires turned their attention to the oldest pack in our world. My mother’s former pack, the Snow Moon Pack. The daughter of the alpha was seen as a prize, a rare beauty, the image of Selene. The f
Dahlia POV.“Can you hear that?” Celeste asks me, and I move closer to the opened bookcase and listen when I hear a whimper.“Someone is down there and they are injured.” I say out loud and move forward when Malachi grabs my upper arm and shakes his head no.“I will go. You wait up here.” He says, and I shake my head.“No, I’m going with you.” I protest. Whatever is down there, we can help.“Ok love birds, we all go,” Voltas says and we all walk cautiously in to the dark, damp tunnel. The smell of mould, mildew, and blood is stronger the further we go.“I don’t like this,” Verity says from behind us and I smirk. So much for being a scary vampire. I thought they weren’t scared of anything. Guess everyone has their own fears.The whimpering becomes louder the closer we move. A door is up ahead.“Be ready, whatever is behind that door. I’ve got a gut feeling it is not going to be pleasant.” I tell them all and I gulp, fighting the urge to vomit. Pushing the door open. The stench of body
Dahlia POV. After leaving that horrible place and we returned home, all I have wanted to do was hold Harrison and try to forget what I saw. Holding him to my chest, I feel calm. I know he is safe. My mood is sombre after that gruesome discovery. Did Mindy plan on doing this to Harrison when she kidnapped him? Would he have suffered a similar fate? Just with those thoughts alone, I tighten my hold on my sleeping boy. If Rodrick wasn’t dead already, I would gladly torture him after what we uncovered. “Hey, come on. You need to eat.” Mal’s voice pulls out of the thoughts as he leans against Harrison’s bedroom door. His hair is tousled and damp from his shower. He moves silently across the room and moves Harrison from my chest so I can get out of his little bed. Kissing him on his head, I tuck him in and check his window to make sure it is locked, and he is safe. With one last look at the sleeping pup, I leave the room, exhausted from crying and anger. Mal leads me to the bedroom and I
Malachi POV.I wake up looking at my beautiful mate sleeping next to me. Her soft snores and steady breathing bring me peace. I am lucky to have her. I was such an idiot to not claim her back then, but I’m glad we have claimed each other now. She shifts to her back, mumbling something in her sleep. I smile at this.I move up to rest on my elbow as I watch her. Some would find this creepy and it probably is, but I love her with my all. She is amazing.“Our pup will be a blessing to the packs.” Hyde says in my mind as he stretches and yawns before he shakes his head and laying back down.“I know. Any pup we have with her will be a blessing.” I tell him when I get the urge to kiss her belly, so I do. I shift the quilt and see her top has risen up and I can see her soft skin and inside there is our pup.I move slowly and kiss her belly gently not to wake her. Waking Dahlia is never a good thing to do. She is not a morning person. Well, that changed when she went to the camp. Early morning
Dahlia POV.The sound of a rhythmic beeping brings me out of the darkness. Where the fuck am I? I open my eyes and instantly close them again because of the blinding white lights.I let out a groan as I open my eyes again, feeling a warm hand holding mine and I know it’s Malachi. I finally open my eyes and blink to clear my vision. Looking around the room, I know I’m in the pack hospital.The room is sterile, white, and I hate it. I squeeze Mal’s hand, and he instantly opens his eyes, snapping his head in my direction. He was asleep sitting in a chair close to the bed with his head by my leg.“Dahlia, baby. I’m so sorry.” He chokes out. He has tears streaming down his face. He moves and kisses me on my forehead. But I feel like I’m missing something. Why am I here?“What happened?” I say, my voice hoarse and scratchy. He moves and grabs a bottle of water from the side of the bed and brings it to my lips with a straw. I thank him and take a slow sip, allowing the water to ease the scra
Dahlia POV.I was discharged, and I was currently resting at home in the packhouse. Harrison refused to go to daycare, so he is taking care of me. Harrison was so upset when we had to tell him that the pup in my belly had to go to heaven. He cried himself to sleep in my arms and I cried alongside him.We have moved to the packhouse now, permanently. Not wanting to be in the house anymore. I went back into the bedroom, needing to revisit the scene for any clues, but the smell of bleach and other chemicals hit me. Even though I couldn’t see or smell the blood, I could still see it in my head. The bedroom was empty; the bed removed. All evidence of the gruesome scene erased. But still I can see it.The blood spatter on the walls and ceiling, the blood gushing from my belly and staining the white sheets bright red. The smell of copper in the air. I had a panic attack clutching my belly, so we moved and the house was being sold.“Mommy, do you need anything?” Harrison asks me from the side
Dahlia POV.My claws extend as I glare down at both Griffin and this bitch. Celeste wants to bathe in their blood. I am too happy to oblige.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Griffin says, and I smirk. Is he for real?“Oh, and why is that?” I ask as I move around the table to move closer to them.“Because you won’t want anything to happen to your little man now, would you?” he says, laughing, but I won’t rise to it.“Joan, are you safe with Harrison?” I ask her through the link and she responds.“Yes, Alpha, we are both safe. We are in the Alpha quarters and have barricaded the door. Don’t worry Alpha, I will protect your little man.” She says, and I smirk at Griffin.“Looks like you will die here today. Same as that.” I point to the bitch who is standing there with her arms folded over her chest like this is a TV drama and her life is not about to be ended.“Uncle Fen, I need the warriors of hell here now.” I say through the link to him, even though he is back at Dark Moon. He will
Malachi POV. It has been two weeks since the incident with Griffin and the unknown female ninja assassin. Dahlia has finally begun the grieving process about our pup. She has lost weight; she doesn’t eat or sleep. I have even found her at night in the living room in the main area of the packhouse. Looking out of the window. She only cries when it’s just us, but with Harrison she smiles and I know she is doing it to show him everything is ok. But when it’s just us, she cries and I hold her, whispering words of comfort to her. But today she seems different. She is training today. Well, I say she is training. She is being beaten. She doesn’t even defend herself. She just gets back up and waves the warriors to go again, and I know she is doing this to feel a different pain. “This isn’t healthy.” Hyde says as I watch her get slammed to the ground and pummelled. “Ok, enough all of you. Dahlia, fight back.” I say to her as I move to help her off the floor, but she just stares up at me wi