“Oh, really? I would like to see that. It’s not everyday you get a chance to beat an Alpha.” I giggle and wink at Cam who has an unreadable expression on his face. “Alright little man, it sounds like you want a challenge and I don’t know how I feel about you taking my girl's attention or holding he
Kaley’s face went more crimson than I have ever seen it before, but I’m not sure if it was from anger or embarrassment at this going down with an audience. “My father said Cameron and Dakota will be escorting me, Mateo will be escorting Jeanie and Oliver will be escorting Marnie. I have no reason t
Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. “Ugh.” What is that sound? And why does my head hurt so badly? Where am I? I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they are being weighed down by something. I move my eyeballs around behind my eyelids really slowly and then try opening again. Th
I can’t call for help, or even beg her to stop, I am weak. I would beg for her to stop if I could. I can’t feel my wolf because of the silver and whatever else has me disoriented. I just keep shouting in my head hoping someone can hear my stifled cry for help. I don’t focus on one person, I shout
I wish I would have been able to see Oliver’s smile one more time. I hate that my last thought of him is going to be that moody scowl of his walking away from me angry. My brother finally got to see the real me and was proud. I wish I could have been more for him. Stronger, by his side. Not weak,
I'm sorry for the cliffhanger...Kind of ;) I am currently editing and scheduling out Act 2 chapters. The goal is to have no gap in time for publishing, but I also want to make sure the quality and story get told in the best possible way.Thank you for all who have stayed with me up to this point, it has been an incredible journey. This is the first time I am not writing from a contest prompt, but from my own imagination. These chapters are also far more dense than anything I have written before. I am not a professional writer, but I have enjoyed studying the craft as I develop this book and get more confident each day.The story has been broken down into three main parts following Skylar's life:Act 1 - Skylar's early life experiencesAct 2 - Skylar's evolution once she leaves her pack for the first time.Act 3 - Coming home, Skylar as a woman returning to a life she left as a child.For any writers out there reading through with me. Please give me any and all feedback that you have.
I blink away the crap gluing my eyes shut. Then take a slow look around trying not to move much. I am really getting tired of waking up feeling like I got hit by a truck and not recognizing where I’m at. This has become an all too familiar situation and it’s pissing me off. “You’re awake Little One. It’s nice to see you moving around again. You gave everyone quite a scare. You don’t seem to do anything halfway though, do you?” I tilt my head sideways on the scratchy pillow. “Where am I this time? And why does it hurt to talk?” That hurt far more than it should have. I must be really messed up. I blink over at Warrior Osiston standing next to a door that, I assume, leads to the hallway. I take a good look around and assess my situation, my eyes seeming to be the only thing that work without pain, still moving slowly through the stiffness. I’m covered in IV’s and wires, but none of the awful beeping sounds are coming from the machines. “I turned all the damn sounds off.” Osiston say
“That is three questions, but I will let it slide due to mental exhaustion. You are in the hospital of the Royal Pack. It was decided that this would be the best place for your healing. I turned the sound of the machines off eight days ago, you have been here for 14. Your turn.” He raises an eyebrow