~ Bryan held his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers. Shea was busy cutting up bandages, mumbling to herself. She moved his hand away, cleaning the nasty gash with an herbal solution. He hissed. The wound wasn't healing.
"How did you say this happened again?"
"Big dude. Claws."
It wasn't healing, but so far there was no sign of poisoning. Though it took a few hours for Lochlan to show signs. His wound, though, was done with a dagger. Poison-tipped claws? With Sven, anything was possible. The man was redefining everything they knew. Only one person would have been able to determine if the wound was poisoned or not, and she was non-responsive. As long as Nico remained on the verge of death, Shea was pretty sure Martha would remain as she was.
Again, Martha
~The night held its breath. After the initial alarm, there was nothing. The pack stood firm, their wolves moving among them. A movement had Daniel looking off to the left. A shadow shifted, then blended away. Another passed overhead; it was gone by the time they looked up. They were not alone, but no one could lock in on the intruder. One thing was for sure, though, they were not up against werewolves. From above a shadow came swooping down in front of Daniel, taking form only long enough to say, "Get down." And just like that, the surrounding shadows moved. Wispy streaks of black dashing back and forth. One shadow wrapped around Daniel's throat, picking him up off the ground. Several other werewolves faced off with their attackers, but like Daniel, they couldn't fight what they could not touch. He could fe
~Dempsey was still missing. He was alive, but all they could find was blood. For two days from dusk till nightfall, they searched the Mountain. The working theory was that he had made it out, but no one could think of where he could have gone. The mystery of his disappearance continued. “As long as he’s alive,” Bryan said. “He’ll come back.” What Marx didn’t bother to point out was that just because he was alive, itdidn’t mean that he was well. It didn’t mean that Dempsey was free to return to them. Sven was never one inclined to take hostages, but in this situation, he might be. Dempsey could provide him with the information he needed about the gathering on the Mountain. Information he wouldn’t be able to get with a scout. If he succeeded in extracting it. Dempsey wouldn’t give up any information willingly. Then Sven would know Marx was an Alpha.
~“Playing catch up sucks.” Shea was sitting around the dining table with the othersplaying with acrumpled piece of paper. Marx had called yet another meeting for them to hit their heads against a brick wall. He could tell Shea didn’t think they made a difference. Nothing new came out of them. All they did was point out how unprepared they had been to launch this imprompturebellion. In the attack’s aftermath, morale was down to an all-time low. “Sven has had years to plan all this,” Marx said. “All we can do now is to be a thorn in his side.” “Go afterthe portal,” Helick suggested. “Without it, he can’t go to Lansguard.” “He would have it heavily guarded,” Garrick pointed out. “And not just by werewo
To say they were edgy about going into the woods was an understatement. When Marx called the gathering to announce the little expedition,he could see the dread on all their faces. The last time a group of them had gone out, two didn’t come back. They buried one, and the other was alive but missing. Their expressions saiddon't pick me.Some tried making themselves smaller by hiding behind taller members of the pack. Internally, Marx sighed. Their enthusiasmin the rebellion had certainly fallen along with their numbers. Pulling the short straws were Daniel, Helick, Bryan—who surprisingly volunteered—and two others who stepped forward like sacrificial lambs so that none of the others had to. Enrique and Yuri tried to square their shoulders, but Marx could still see their apprehension. He unders
~Every rustle in the woods had them spooked. As instructed, they had built a massive fire in the middle of their camp. They made an outer ring of smaller fires. To Bryan's way of thinking, there could never be too much fire. If the plan had gone smoothly, they would have already been off the mountain. Daniel felt restless. "Who's up for a bonfire story?" Enrique asked. Yuri elbowed him. "We're already sitting in one." Not expecting to be stuck on a camping trip, they had only brought enough food to last the night. They sat around the fire eating and discussing their shaky alliance with Ava. "I don't trust that woman," Helick said. "She doesn't require you to trust her," Daniel stated flatly. "But if we tried to get
~They set up camp a short distance from the caves. Ava, like she had been doing the entire trip, stood off to the side in the shadows, watching the others. If they hadn't hated her before learning that she was not just part of the Order but the wife of the King would be a kicker. She hadn't meant to reveal so much. Especially not in front of Daniel. But, it was too late for regrets. She had meant what she said about not all shadows wanting to massacre the ones who made them. Her husband ruled with a heavy hand and a stony heart. She had come to this world for one reason. With her reason accomplished, she sent herself into a deep sleep. The presence of shadow magic woke her from her slumber. It had been a light touch, but she knew it was out there. She followed the trail that led her to the mountain. The threat of the portal being opened triggered fears
~Sven was tired of losing. He knew the second the first trap went off. In the daylight, however, his magic was not strong enough to bridge the distance. The unraveling of his trap cut his celebrations short, washing away the taste of sweet revenge from his mouth. He ground his teeth, raging as one by one his traps became undone. At night, their movements ceased. Sven had remained watching, hoping for one of them to slip, and so it happened. Now he had hours until sunrise. Sven was not aware that Marx had anyone who could match him. As far as he knew, he was the only one on earth who used or knew how to use shadow magic. Whoever it was, he needed them dead and out of the way. Littered about his feet were pieces of wood from his bed, the chairs, one nightstand, and half of his vanity. There were also th
~When Ava disappeared, Marx and the others lost their focus. One minute she was blasting the shadows that had floated out of the trap, and the next she vanished. Daniel’s lifeless body discarded at their feet. Helick roared his anger, feeling the betrayal as Marx did. Not an enemy, but not a friend, either. She had told them. Marx had hoped whatever was happening between her and Daniel would have swayed her towards being a friend. He was wrong. Or not... Ava was back again, her hands moving frantically as she continued to unravel the trap. The attacks trickled off; the creatures snapping back to themselves one by one. They looked confused, disoriented. That drove Marx’s guilt harder. Soon it was only them and the ca