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~Dakota’s Point of View~“Shit,” I groan, as I see I’ve scratched my leg so badly it's bleeding. “You need to calm down Koko. It’s been a couple hours but we may be down here all night,” a woman says, as she dumps some water onto a cloth and cleans my wound.“I can’t help it. I feel like a damn caged animal down here,” I say. Several people nearby laugh.“Don’t we all,” someone says.“You really don’t remember me do you? I’m only like your second mom. I’m your dad’s sister Sandy,” she says, smiling.I shake my head. Though I’ve met so many people since I’ve been down here it’s all a blur.“Sorry, no. I truly thought coming back here would…” I stop mid-sentence as my stomach growls, but it isn’t hungry. Well, maybe a bit. But that’s not why it’s pissed. I grunt as my legs go slack, and I fall forward. Sandy catches me, and someone else quickly moves a chair to support me.“Uhhh! Shit,” I cry out.“It’s Laney honey. She’s a fighter. The full moon is in a few hours. I’m afraid getting
~Dex’s Point of View~“How could you agree to this? We have the Almighty King Micah by the balls, literally. We could take him and the few dumbasses that actually stayed to protect him. We don’t need to risk your neck,” Garrett says.I put my hand on his shoulder and shake my head. I’ve known every one of the males from my pack for literally my entire life. They trust my judgment but they can’t wrap their heads around this crazy ass situation. Garrett is one of the warriors I’m closest to, even if he’s about ten years older than me. He’s an amazing older brother figure, and I value his opinion greatly.“I’m not sure I would believe it all myself if I hadn’t lived it. Harley has been obsessed with Dakota for years, he’s convinced they’re meant to be somehow. Or he’s entitled which only pisses me off more. Atlas went and told everyone they’re fated mates. Everyone at the palace, in the royal court. They’ll be expecting him to return with his bride, so he has to save face somehow. But it
~Dex’s Point of View~The sting of the cool air hitting my face feels like heaven. It feels like freedom. But it's all a false feeling, only temporary. I’m far too disciplined to allow myself any indulgences, but this one I’ll hold onto for the moment. It’s allowing me to ignore the blood pulsing in my ears, the hairs on my arms standing on end since I woke up this morning. Today could be the last day of my life. Or it could be what makes me a legend. My gaze moves to the sky, trying to get a glimpse of the moon that has brought me so much comfort. It's the only real constant you can count on, especially for a werewolf. *I feel its electricity! Almost like its alive I swear,* my wolf shouts, as if I will struggle to hear him from within our brain.“Coming up ladies! Man up or go crying home to mama,” someone yelled. I just caught it over the tornado whipping into the train car. I had no idea if we were at camp yet, but something told me we were. *The smell has definitely shifted. I
~Dakota’s Point of View~*Well I expected all these boys to be blithering idiots in front of us, but I didn’t expect this crap. The Goddess is NOT funny,* Laney says, sighing at the scene before us. Our mate. And he’s just as stupid and dumb a male as the rest of them! Thanks a lot Goddess!!I’d prayed for a simple, loving male. One that wouldn’t be intimidated by a female Alpha. But that’s like asking for the moon and stars. No male wants to be second fiddle to me. And this one? Ugh! I don’t know who he is, but he’s just like the rest. Big head and big… Hmm. Well, size isn’t everything.Like my virgin body would know. But still, if you’ve seen one naked male you’ve seen them all!Right? DON’T STARE!*There’s always rejection and while I don’t want a weak and pathetic mate…* Laney says, eyeing the male who’s stammering like he’s been caught tugging one out. I have enough brothers to know, sadly.But he’s kind of cute. Certainly smells good. And because he was showing off we got a ni
~Dex’s Point of View~“My name is Dex, not even short for Dexter,” I state, as the female I now know as Dakota scoffs.The bold tattoo on the male next to her, tells me exactly who he is, and that I have to get him the fuck away from her. I’d carefully studied the top five would-be Alphas that would be here, and I know damn well he’s the worst. The fact that they know each other makes me sick. I’ll have to get to the bottom of that. Thankfully my pack is isolated, we don’t really have any enemies. But I know that isn’t the case for most.How the hell did I miss a female Alpha though… Well, I’ll blame that on everyone who was supposed to have researched these people. I had a whole team who wasn’t supposed to have missed shit like this!!*Must be from some small, nothing pack,* Kent chides, snickering to himself. Not that Shadow Cove is all that well known, but we like it that way.My wolf has already determined our mate needs us, she’ll fall in line like a good she-wolf. So naive. Even
~Dakota’s Point of View~“Why don't you have any tattoos,” I whisper, still not believing that I’m cuddled up to my mate. At Alpha camp.“Haven’t earned them yet. I’m not putting some freebie shit on my body. Some mark that tells everyone what my family line is, what was handed to me at birth. I’ll be a fourth generation Alpha, because I earned it,” he says, as he tightens his arm around me, pulling my back against his chest. I pull my knees up to my chest and get comfortable.I instinctively touch my birthmark. Literally the first thing anyone sees when they look at me. I was never self conscious about it until I started filling out and looking at boys. People stare at it all the time, I imagine it's hard not to. My grandmother has a similar one but I guess it skipped a generation. My mom can’t even remotely understand that while it does make me feel a bit special, it also makes people constantly look away from me. If a wolf is marked, it’s usually a bad omen… So people say.“I hat
~Dex’s Point of View~*Damn I’m so full, now we need a nap,* Kent says, nearly falling over.Our eyes wander to our mate who is licking her paws clean, happy with a full belly. While a massive sense of pride fills me for providing for my girl, I need to get her away from this deer, and the corpse that isn’t far. Kent pushes with all he’s got to stand, then we find the clothes and pick them up. Thankfully, Dakota’s wolf gets the hint and we take off. When we find a new overhang just before dark, another boom echoes in the forest. We both shift immediately, and take in our surroundings. It’s the ever constant reminder that I need to keep my focus, but my heart doesn’t get that message. The useless organ only wants to cuddle up with our mate, and do things that are dangerous.“I don’t even know how many that is now. Four? Jeez,” she whispers as she gets dressed. It’s a solemn feeling. Each cannon boom should make us excited, but it doesn’t. Not everyone here will die on the mountain,
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “Ooohhh oooohhh! Ooohhh oooohhh,” I call, using my hand as a makeshift megaphone to taunt whoever might be out there. “This is insanity. I don’t know if I have the balls to do this, so what makes you think they will,” Dex whispers. “Well I guess I’ll be the only one on this mountain with balls,” I snicker. I squint as I gaze up at the sun. The pounding of at least two four-legged animals are in the distance, making my brain twitch. Just standing here like bait absolutely goes against all my training. I quickly blink and turn to look down over the cliff to the water below, the waterfall that is absolutely gorgeous. There’s no way to know how deep it is below, this could be suicide. “Got a better idea on how to get the word out,” I say. Dex half turns toward me, and the look on his face is unreadable. It’s clear he’s not happy and yeah… I’m backing him into a corner. But I have to try. The footfalls are heavier now, closer. “You say that like anybody is