I quickly bolt upright and stand in front of the two men in sheer panic. "But-but it's so soon. I haven't had time to prepare. And I'm not feeling well. Shouldn't we wait? Logan said we could wait until I was feeling better.""Unfortunately we don't have that kind of time," Grog says as Logan stands up in front of me. "We're making a move on a pack in two days and we have to know that you will be loyal to us and your mate during the raid." He looks at Logan who nods his head in agreement.Oh, goodness, I felt myself unable to breathe and light headedness slowly started to creep over me like a nightmare. I can hardly believe what is happening. I need more time. I had counted on having more time. How can I possibly escape now? If I were to mate Logan I won't even want to leave here anymore. I'd want to stay here with him and stand by his side as he and his brothers born of evil bring the world of wolves down on its knees.I suck a sharp breath of air in horror. Nothing and no one can co
I gasp and clutch the letter to my chest. It has been so long since I heard his voice in my head and it nearly shatters me. My legs feel like jelly and my chest aches with the gap that was left by him leaving. I haven't allowed myself to think about Samuel very much, afraid of what it might do to me if I let my thoughts linger there too long. I know I would fall apart. But now...now I can't help it. I have to think of him. His letter. His words. His hands have touched the very same paper as mine did. I briefly wonder if I might catch a scent of him on it if I try hard enough to find it."Grace," Dylan says softly.He brings me out of my stupor. I look at him. I haven't realized there are tears in my eyes until he reaches out and touches them with the back of his hand. He briefly wipes them away only for them to be replaced by more cascading down my cheeks."Talk," I say. "You told me you would. I want answers." I wipe the tears away viciously with the letter gripped tight in my hand.
“I'll give you thirty minutes, even longer if I can and then I'll run out there and tell them you're gone. Put as much time between us and yourselves as possible," Amelia says. "Take care. I hope for a safe journey for all of you."Then she steps up to me and very quickly gives me hug and then releases me. "It's been nice knowing you, Grace.Tell Doreen I miss her and I'm glad she made it." She looks towards the door then back to us. "Now go. There is no time to spare."I don't need any more warning to that. I am more than eager to get out of here. I am the last one through the door and I stop just a moment to glance back at Amelia. I see then that the goodbye has been harder for her than she let us see. Tears are pooled in her eyes."Take care of yourself, Amelia. Thank you for your help. None of this would be possible without you."She laughs a little through stray tears. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm still ratting you guys out." Because you have to, I want to say. Bu
"Take this," Dylan says, handing me the additional blanket from his bag.I shake my head. "No it's alright. This one is enough."Elsa is next to us against the rocky outcrop already fast asleep. She is exhausted, I can tell by the look on her face as she sleeps. She hasn't spoken much our entire journey either. What we have put her through has to be a lot to process. Even though we have saved her from Grog's pack, Dylan and I both know that if they ever catch up with us we will all be dead."You sure?" Dylan asks with his arm still outstretched with the blanket."I'm sure. It's not that cold out here." I shift my blanket over my legs and arms. It is a good thing the weather is not problematic because even if it were any cooler, we can't light a fire. It will draw too much attention to us. There is nothing that sticks out more than a fire blazing in the darkness of the night. Elsa had consumed two apples and a granola bar right before she crashed and Dylan and I each had one granola ba
LOGAN “I knew from the very beginning that Dylan was a turncoat. Something kept telling me to kill him, but then I was hesitant." Grog says, seething with rage. He's angry with himself after we have established that Grace and Dylan are missing.I started having bad feelings when we waited for a very long time for Grace and she failed to show up. I started thinking, what if she doesn't come at all? What if she escapes? Right then Amelia came running to where Grog and I were seated, waiting for Grace so that the mating ceremony could start. Seeing her send shivers down my spine.“My goodness, she's gone." I whispered to myself. Amelia looked at me with eyes full of remorse, before whispering something to Grog's ears. The ever composed Grog listened carefully then dismissed Amelia and continued looking forward. I wanted to ask him what was happening when he looked at me and beckoned that I should follow him and now we are in his office. He's uncontrollable.“We need to pursue them, but n
LOGANI am badly wounded. The pursuit after Grace and that traitor Dylan has ended in disaster. I have witnessed as Grog himself died and most of our fighters. Then it has dawned on me that I shouldn't die. I should run. When the fighting gets fierce I flee from the battleground and run, or rather drag myself to the bushes. I can still see from a distance as Grog's fighters are annihilated. I have realized that I have been in the wrong for a very long time. I have done many wrong moves and maybe I am the cause of the death of all these courageous wolves. Maybe if it wasn't for my poor decisions I would still be Alpha at our pack. Why did I take Josephine from her mate? Why did I reject my own mate Grace? And after the rejection, why did I insist on having her back when I knew only too well that she was mated to another Alpha? Why did I even join Grog, knowing that he was a leader of a rogue pack?These are the millions of questions that flood my mind as I lay in pain in the woods. Th
It is on one of these boring days that I am lazing around in my room when my mother calls out at me, “Grace! Grace! Won't you be coming down?" I get off my bed and walk downstairs to the living room where I find them waiting for me. Wow! I had almost forgotten it was my birthday, but my dear parents hadn't. I glare at my parents and my younger brother across the breakfast table as they joyously sing happy birthday to me. The last thing a twenty-year-old college student who still lives at home with her parents wants to hear is them still singing happy birthday to her like they had every year since she was a child.It is bad enough that I still live under their roof but the fact they still treat me like a child makes it much worse. I have been itching to be independent for some time now but I just don't have the resources for it. Going to college doesn't leave much time for working, so with my part-time waitress job on the side, I am barely paying the bills I have now. Adding new ones j
My thoughts are cut off by my phone ringing giving me a bit of a fright. It always rings and vibrates unnecessarily loud and violently when it is on a hard surface and I hate that.I groan and pick it up from the table to see who is calling me. When the name flashes across my screen it only serves to irritate me further.What does he want? I am not due to work for another six hours. Something must have happened."Hey, John," I answer, hiding my annoyance."Grace, just the person I needed to talk to," He chuckles nervously.I sigh and roll up my eyes."Well, you got her."After a brief moment of silence he begins to speak."Someone bail on you again?" I ask, keeping my friendly tone. After all, he is still my boss and I need this job until after college to help keep me up.I hear a heavy sigh on the other end of the line before he replies. "Athena quit this morning.""Not another one," I groan.Lately, waitresses have been quitting left and right, and now one of the senior employees has