-SIANNA’S POV –“Cleo and I are heading for lunch. Are you coming?” Keisha offered after I answered my cell phone.“Vance and I have decided to eat together. Tomorrow might be a better day.” I had to take a rain check. My mate claimed that he was on his way and I cannot shake the feeling my wolf gave me earlier about some woman fiddling with him.“Alright, later.”“Bye-bye.” I hung up the phone and rolled my shoulders.I closed the patient file, placing it down on the pile before me. I took up the big folder to my right that enlisted all the patients in the hospital to assess their reason for being admitted. I was in the medic room, sitting behind my white desk. My major concern rested with the women and children in ensuring the abused ones were being catered to by law enforcement and with proper counseling.With Mom still being the Chief Medical Officer for the region, my work was a bit easier. Since she enjoyed her job so much. I don’t know how Dad did it when, in werewolf society,
-VANCE’S POV-Shaking my head slowly, I silenced her with a forefinger on her bruised lips. When Sianna asked me the question, I had given her a kiss so fierce and brutal that left them bruised with metallic blood settling its taste on my tongue.“Vance, you will answer me.” Her sweet voice demanded. “Who―”“I need you,” I interrupted her and pressed my groin into the core between her legs.Already my cock throbbed like it would burst from my pants. I smashed my lips on hers. She was cuter when she was angry, but I’m not about to open a can of worms by mentioning another woman. One that would rifle her flaming anger against me.I captured that sugary tongue of hers and devoured the perimeters of her mouth. Her tongue took mine in a ferocious battle of need. Indeed, I won. I needed to feel her more. More than the damn air that I breathed.On cue, she moved her hips so that her pussy rubbed against my bulging cock. I burned for my Luna to the point where the friction from the material a
Sleep paralysis: when you cannot move or speak while waking up or falling asleep. It can be scary but harmless and also be accompanied by a sleep-related hallucination, which can be simple images or more complex.-VALEN’S POV-“Oh my God….someone…..help me!” The girl ran through the nicotine-brown forest screaming.Even though the charring autumn sun was beating her down, she appeared to have an exceptionally porcelain white complexion, and her multi-toned beach wave hair of deep grey to teal blue was tied in a delicate knot at the nape of her neck, giving the impression of being very long.A ferocious pride of lions relentlessly chased her as she tried her best to get away from them and jumped into a yucky algae-covered pond. Swimming a few meters to provide space between her and the hunters, she re-emerged on the muddy banks. Footprints carved their memoirs as her black high-top sneakers walked on. She fell twice in the slippery dampness, resulting in her hands, knees, and feet bein
-VALEN’S POV-Music.The alluring symphony of the sea invaded my ears like a nightingale's tale; gentle and pleasant on the eardrums and similar to a music box. Sung at a deliberate tempo, the chorus went on and on. Its musical chord lured me into an awakening light.Dudump. Dudump. Dudump.Suddenly, my heart pulsed back to life as the softest lips touched mine, parting them. They did not move until air entered my system. Somehow, I was alive and breathing again. Perplexed, spiritless, and paralyzed in the deepest parts of the frigid sea.My black lids fluttered open. The stinging sea water blurred my vision. I felt this slippery person pressing against me even though I could not see. A hand was knotted in my black dancing strands and the other rested on the broadness of my right shoulder.When my lips got their freedom, I thought this person would help me get to the surface. Instead, my drenched brain realized I was being guided lower to the bottom of the chilling sea.Why am I here?
-VALEN’S POV -"Argh!"Releasing a discordantly frightening shout that disturbed the quietness of the night, I jolted up in bed, shuddering, terrified, and in a cold sweat.Clutching at my heart where the mermaid had clawed the life out of me, I was wrestling with the other hand, the void of impassive air.Staring wide-eyed in the darkness, a gentle palm cradled my cheeks. As my chest erratically heaved, I saw nothing until the hallucinations wilted.Goosebumps rose all over my body from the overwhelming arctic chill that loitered. My head ached and my hand moved to my forehead to wipe the beads of perspiration that tarried.I wasn’t aware that someone had rushed into my large bedroom to be at my side. My thoughts were jumbled. I could not tell whether I was alive and in the pitch darkness of my bedroom or had I died and crossed into the gloomy blackness of death.I blinked a few times before being certain that this was real.“Valen!” Her forehead pressed on mine and warmth embraced m
-VANCE’S POV-The partially dead man only gave a manic laugh, “Bah-ha-ha-ha-ha!” while his weak red eyes stared at me. No fear was detected. I pursed my lips as the rage in me escalated.Duke, Blayne, and Raj were defensively positioned at attacking points while Marlena rushed to my side.She strived to break through the walls of his mind before he descended to the hell where he emerged from. He squirmed on the floor, resisting her magic. Marlena persisted by creating a green pentagram beneath him. Each green point released a shackle of neon chains that tethered him.“Grrrrrroik!” He shrieked as Marlena’s superior magic bore into his skin."Alpha, this man is a barakian kripling," Marlena whispered after her discovery.A barakian kripling is a warlock who was brought back from the hollows of hell after already dying by a necromancer, which signified that he had a master. Now turned into an unholy pawn. Someone must have summoned this diabolic creature for this fucking mission, but who
-THIRD PERSON’S POV-Valen followed the barakian kripling into the dark Lifeless Ebonvale dimension. He hovered in the air looking for the kripling that had taken his younger sibling. His hazy vision experienced difficulties through the unusually scalding atmosphere of the dark-red misty realm with canyons of ocean-deep silty valleys.The volcanic mount spewed boiling lava in various areas, and the canyons trembled. Several ruby boulders with wavy patterns and dazzling minerals eroded into the hollow. No civilization was evident.Cough!The toxic atmosphere began to affect Valen. He placed his right index finger under his nostrils to reduce his intake of the alien air. Zuzu plunged into the abyss of the canyon to chase after the monster. The bald eagle guardian shared the vision with her master as she latched on the kripling’s worm-like smoky tail.Venus screamed incessantly, thrashing and violently fighting a futile battle. She could not connect a blow. Luckily, Valen teleported in f
-VANCE’S POV-“What’s this?” I growled, walking into my office at the pack house with Blayne setting up his laptop on my desk.Duke averted his gaze from the large luminous moon through the window to look at me while he leaned against the wall. Fatigue adorned each of us and we wanted to crawl back into bed with our mates. Unfortunately, pack safety came first. The hunt for the enemy brought long days and reoccurring migraines.Sianna and I were just about to go to bed when my Gamma urgently linked me about an imperative matter for my immediate attention. My wolf grumbled and was pissed that we were dragged from canoodling our mate.It’s been one week since we battled the barakian kriplings. The attack and the importance of preparations for any other attempt had us all working overtime. Therefore, Sianna had no time to dwell on the Esme situation. Thank goddess!Apparently, Bette Clarkson had warned Esme not to approach me. She would have done it subtly with Sianna. Esme was very impa