The sky was completely free of even the barest wisp of a cloud. It was as if the gods were watching, and had declared that nothing obstruct their view of the fight they’d been promised. There weren’t even any birds singing in the forest around our little meadow in the middle of the woods. Someone was going to die here today.
Sophie had done well. A ten foot circle was clearly marked in the center of the grass with a larger circle marked around it another ten feet out. Beyond that, two white tents stood up on opposite sides of each other. I was supposed to do all of this, but the goddess wouldn’t settle for anything less than a full twenty-four hours. I had to kill someone today. I knew that I was physically capable of doing it. I was just a little iffy on if I had the conviction to kill her in such a gruesome way. It would’ve been much easier to just order her to stop breathing. But blood had to be spilt. I’d be remI didn’t know how long I stood there, just staring at the lump in my hand as the thumping slowed to a stop. But I could still feel its pulse in my fingertips. Not fingers exactly, something more akin to monster hands. I found myself wondering if they’d be as pristinely white as the short velvety fur coving my arm if they weren’t coated in blood. “Selene…” Someone said my name, but they sounded too far away for me to recognize the voice. The dead lump rolled off my fingertips, falling to the ground with a wet thud. I didn’t feel anything now that it wasn’t pulping in my hand. I was numb and hollowed out, just like the lifeless husk at my feet.&nb
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I groaned inwardly as my head throbbed. It was so unfair that werewolves metabolized alcohol so fast that we had to drink way more than a human to get drunk, but we that also meant the dehydration caused a mean hangover. If I didn’t feel like I was playing the worst game of catch up with the rest of my kind, I would’ve canceled this morning’s training session. I just knew I was about to spend the next 3 hours getting my ass handed to me. I snuggled into the chest of the man lying in the bed beside me and breathed in the delicious smoky sandalwood and dark earthy spice of his scent. It made it all that much harder to force myself to get out of bed. If I left it up to him, I wouldn’t be training at all. Sighing, I renewed my resolve to slip out of his embrace and face the world head on. His arms tightened around me, “Just tell him that you’re skipping today.” It took more effort than I would ever admit to wiggle out of his grasp. When
“You look like you’re ready to start war negotiations with an enemy pack instead of meeting with a long lost relative,” Dmitri teased, taking in the ink black power suit with silver pin striping, I’d put on. I’d wanted to look strong and confident, not hostile. “You think I should go softer?” I frowned, “Or lighter?” I was still struggling to find just the right way to dress for my new rank. Alphas usually wore black; their Lunas wore white, two halves of a whole, balancing each other out. I was an Alpha’s mate, but I was also an Alpha in my own right, at least that’s what we told the world. The truth was I was so much more than that. I wasn’t just your average lycan. I wasn’t even like the other rare female alphas. Half of me wasn’t even mortal. It was a secret that only the two of us knew. “You know I’m biased,” he stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder, “I think you’re most beau
I screwed my face up into the sweetest smile I could muster as the unfamiliar black SUV pulled up to the front steps of the main house. A mountain of a man stepped out of the car, standing six and half feet tall, at least. His slightly shaggy, dirty blonde hair was combed back away from his face. A close trimmed beard, made his Viking-like features more prominent. A predatory smile curled up his lips as his stormy blue eyes landed on me. “Uncle Ulf,” I chirped cheerfully, stepping forward to greet him. Dmitri moved with me as if we really were joined at the hip. “I do hope the car ride wasn’t too long or unpleasant. You really should let us put you up in the guest house if you plan to stay long.” The pack’s hotel of a guest house had been booked full. But most of the guests from last night’s party were eager to get back to their own packs with The Vὅlsung making an appearance so close to their homes. “Think nothing of it my dear;” he smiled at me, igno
I’d shrugged out of the suit jacket on my way down the stairs, throwing it at Dmitri as he followed me, still chuckling. For the first time ever, I found my way down to the sparring room before Nathan. He wasn’t long behind us though, with Sophie on his heels carrying in some of my work out clothes and a pair of running shoes. “I’m not changing clothes,” I barked, making her flinch. I had so much rage ripping through me I didn’t even feel a hint of guilt for my Beta’s reaction. “Sometime today Nathan,” I growled at him impatiently. Dmitri wrapped an arm around his sister, pulling her towards the far corner and out of the way while still laughing. Tossing his own suit jacket at the siblings, Nathan stalked towards me, a snarky grin on his face. He came at me, swinging for my face. I ducked; grabbing his wrist as it flew past me and his arm too, spinning him around towards the wall. He caught himself as I let go; only stumbling slightly
It felt weird, helping to move Nathan’s things into Dmitri’s old apartment suite, across the hall from Sophia’s. We’d remodeled and moved into the suite of rooms that were once occupied by the twins’ parents, and now this suite was sitting empty and unused. It made sense to have all four of us close together, but it still felt weird. Sophie was urging Nathan to remodel the rooms, but he’d just grumbled about how it was fine the way it was. He did not object to my insistence that he at least refurnish the rooms, and let us get rid of all of Dmitri’s old furniture. Almost every first for us had happened in those rooms, with that furniture. Even though we’d agreed to start fresh when we moved, as not all of his first memories were of me, I couldn’t completely let go of it all. Most of the enforcers were helping us all to move furniture in and out of rooms, including my 6 newly trained female warriors. Sophie, with her OCD level organization skills, was wo