Hey Rebels, Sorry this chapter is so short, but we are getting a Damon tidbit later tonight so keep your eyes peeled. Tidbits are *Free* content so they might not be an entire chapter. XOXO Emma Taylor
DAMON POV Matt and Fletcher are busy getting a black bag on his head. Clara bringing the car onto the grass, hoping to get him into the trunk before any humans wander onto the scene. The crew of us working in unison. Frankie helping them lift him into it, while Elle and Charity descend from the treetops. Xander and Nora sitting on the picnic table, lost in their bubble, sparks singing along my skin as mine finds me. Her lips kissing along my shoulder, my hand closing around her fingers, my mind already thinking about the bath I am going to force her into later. She needs to relax, and I know exactly how to get her to. ‘Yes, you do, Alpha,’ she purrs, her velvety voice in mind. Elle is about to say more when the buzz of my phone distracts us both. Andrew knows what we are doing. He wouldn’t call unless absolutely necessary. Pulling the iphone from my pocket, I slide the button to the side, putting the microphone to my ear. “This better be a goddamn emergency,” I mutter in a growl. B
XANDER POVFletcher and Frankie drop Dillon’s limp body to the ground. Like it’s second nature, my Beta puts on the thick rubber gloves. Leaning against the wall, I place a cigarette between my lips and light it. Watching as the pair chain him to the wall. Enjoying the way he flinches when the silver cuffs touch his bare skin.“Alpha,” Frankie says, turning his neck to me, exiting to join Clara waiting outside. The two of them recently learning about the spot. Considering it exists on Fletcher’s parents’ property, very few people know the location. He is more secretive about his family than I am.Clara refuses to come inside after the first time, the smell of vomit, piss, sweat, and blood too much for her to bear. Not to mention the overbearing odor that accompanies death. No, she’d rather wait outside, or helping with Fletcher’s younger siblings.Leaving his arms hanging, my Beta joins me, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. Handing him my lighter, he sparks the end, taking a long
MARCUS POV My eyes scan the document in my hand, but my mind is too busy thinking about Nora, and all the ways I have failed her as a brother and Alpha. I wonder if my parents are turning over in their graves with disappointment? How badly does my father want to scold me for not protecting her better from Dillon? For not warning her that Dillon and Hazel had more than a friendship. I didn’t know they were sleeping together until after the fact, but I still should have prepared her for the possibility. Goddess, I have failed Nora in a multitude of ways. Now she is in Silver Run, mixed in with stuff she has no business being involved in. If only Alpha Dugray from Red Saw hadn’t seen her with Beta Theo, I could have saved her from this dangerous situation. The original plan of using her alcoholism and partying to send her some place safer falling through. Why couldn’t she do as I told her? Why did I have to let my fear and paranoia of Silver Run get me to go along with this asinine pl
TW: Chapter contains intense torture about 1/3 down. The torture scene will be inbetween the ****XANDER POV Fletcher and I are sitting in the lawn chairs we keep outside the building, on the furthest edge of his parents’ property. They live on the outskirts of a small human town, no wolves or rogues wander through. Making it the perfect space to hide from those searching for them. The entire area is a dead zone. No internet, cell phones, or security. Completely off grid and the perfect place to hide. Watching the fireflies buzz over the grassy hills, the flick of a lighter disturbing the silence, which is needed after the screaming. Nudging my shoulder, Fletcher hands over the joint, waiting until the smoke fills my lungs to ask his question. “So, Nora marked you?” He asks, but I can hear the giddiness. Exhaling, I glance over, seeing the smile on his face. “She did,” I reply, not hiding the happiness or pride raging underneath my skin. Ares fawning like a lovesick pup over our ma
THEO POV Cerberus’ paws push into the soft damp earth, my heartbeat racing, my ears perked as I listen for a sound of movement in the trees and shrubbery. The rustle of leaves alerting me to his presence. Pushing through the branches, I launch myself at the large black wolf, sparks making my hair stand on end. Tumbling to the ground, I nip where Demitri’s neck and shoulder meet, causing a delicious purr to rumble through his chest. Landing on top of him before, my tongue tingling as it drags against his face before dashing away. A hearty chuckle leaving my chest at Drew’s bark of defiance before chasing after me. Whipping through the trees, the pound of his paws getting closer has a thrill seeping through my cells. The excitement he causes making me slow my pace, loving when his teeth dig into the back of my neck, forcing me to the ground. Demitri’s weird chuckle mingling with mine as we crash to the ground. The black fur is the only thing in my line of sight, burying his nose in
NORA POV The trees fly past in a brown and grey blur, Charity and Matt sitting in awkward silence in the front seat. The SUV barreling towards the gate of New Moon. My thoughts reeling from the events of the day but my nagging intuition telling me that this is the end. They always say bad things come in threes. I cannot seem to shake it, my palms sweating and heart racing, Viola on high alert as well. Her hair stuck on end as she prowls like a lion trapped in a cage. My suspicions confirmed when Matt stops at the gate, talking to one guards briefly, then throwing the car into reverse and returning to the packhouse. “Sorry, Nora,” Charity says, twisting around her seat. “Elle needs you back at the packhouse.” “What’s changed?” I question, jumping to the root of the issue. I haven’t known the two Gammas long, but I have the feeling that they will not lie to me. “Honestly, we don’t know,” Matt's gruff voice says from the front seat. “But whatever it is, I have the feeling it’s not go
ANDREW POV Standing in the driveway with Elle and Charity, we watch as the SUV thunders away. Once the car is no longer in view, my entire focus turns to the girls standing next to me. "What’s next, Alpha?” Sighing, the worry lines become noticeable when she turns her gaze to me. Poor girl, taking on and handling more in her young age than some Alpha’s do in an entire lifetime, but it’s taking a toll. The door pops open, Damon and Matt joining us, battle gear already on. “Plan for war,” Damon responds. “Both packs are at a level five security threat.” “What about the rogues?” Charity asks. Her question has Matt throwing her a curious glance, but she doesn’t even respond to him, her stare locked onto the Alpha couple. “I would like for them to hide in one of the bunkers we have….but…they won’t,” Elle sighs, “especially without Xander and Fletcher home. I don’t know how I can make them see reason. Could you try?” She asks, her Gamma startling the petite blonde. “No,” Matt says, his
XANDER POVThe engine roars louder, my foot pushing the pedal to the ground, accelerating so quickly it’s forced to shift gears. Elle’s voice blares through the speakers, her the anxiety setting me on edge.“Xander, you need to call me as soon as possible..it’s Nora.” The call ending as another message plays, this time from Damon, “Seriously, man, you’ve got to call us back.” The next message is Matt’s voice bleeding through. “We are headed to Northern Lakes. Meet us there.” Glancing in the review, I whip the car around, speeding in the direction we just came from.“Christ,” Fletcher mutters, not expecting the change in direction, at too high of a speed. “We can’t be much help if we’re dead.”The truth of his words grate o my eardrums but I know he’s right, as lighten up. “Charity got all the children in the bunkers at Silver Run….Shit is really hitting the fan.”“Call them,” I growl, my hands wrapped around the steering wheel in a vise grip. Ares is on high alert, constantly pushing h