Chaos erupts around us as the crowd scrambles to get out of Vanessa’s trajectory. She plows through anyone who is in her way and the murderous rage that fills her eyes is focused solely on Divina. All I can think about is protecting her. I can’t let anything happen to her again. I have to get her out of here. The crowd surges against us and I lose my grip on her. I spin around and search the crowd for Divina, but I can’t find her. “NO!” I scream and push against the flow of the panicked guests. She appears to the right of where I last saw her and instead of running away from Vanessa, she is heading straight for her with Alina circling around the other side as if to try and drive Vanessa back away from the everyone. Panic feels me as I watch the three of them collide. They go down in a tangle of limbs, kicking up dirt and dust. I can’t see or hear anything and anger heats at my chest as I fight to get through the crowd. “Get the fuck ou
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---Divina--- I hide my shock that Warrick just took Vanessa’s life. I honestly didn’t think he had it in him. I hate it, but I still don’t fully trust him even with these past few weeks. He has been trying so hard to prove himself to me, but it is hard to forgive and forget.As the demons advance upon us, I look over at his too large frame with his clothes hanging in tatters off him and suppress a giggle when an image of the Hulk comes to mind. “Now you’ve done it,” I say and reach for his hand. He is so huge that I have to lean back to see his face. “Dance with me?” I ask with a smile. This was going to be fun. Warrick’s grip on my hand tightens and he pulls me to him and lifts me up, so I am eye level with him. He leans in and gives me a gentle kiss
6 Weeks Earlier ---Warrick--- I pace back and forth in the guest room that Alpha Jack had set up for me in the wing for visiting Alphas and the image of Divina leaning into Greg’s kiss assaults my mind. “Fuck!” I roar and scrub my hands over my face. The ache in my chest intensifies and I close my eyes and breathe through the pain. I can’t handle a world where she is with someone else. Suddenly, I have the need to run and try to call Nox forward, but he is still ignoring me. “Fine, Asshole! I’ll run on two legs then,” I mutter to myself and raise the window. I slip out onto the roof and walk to the edge to gage how high up I am. Piece of cake, I think, and step off the roof and land lightly on the ground. I glance up at the ledge three stories up before taking off in a sprint to the forest that hugs the edge of the clearing near the pack house. I run for hours trying to clear my head and when that doesn’t work, I run harder. Images of her piercing blue eyes, her face lighting up
I step out of the shower and squint into the steam clouded mirror, lean over the sink, and drop my head down between my arms. Watching the water drip from my hair to the drain, the weight of everything I learned last night presses down on me until I feel like I am suffocating. So many things brought me to this day. My lack of courage, the choices I made, my failures... The weight feels heavier. The question now is, what the hell am I going to do about it? I could sit here and feel sorry for myself and continue down this path of self-destruction, or I could stand up and take my life back and fight for my mate like I should have from the beginning. I glance up at the mirror and have the overwhelming urge to see myself. I need to look in my own eyes and determine what I see there. I wipe the mirror with a hand towel and study my reflection carefully. If I’m honest with myself, I hate what I see. I glower at the coward that stares back at me. I look lost and broken because I am. I squeeze
Over these past few weeks, I have been busy. I got word to Divina’s father and gave him all the details. We’ve been in constant contact making plans. Greg and Aria are an integral part of these plans. I hate having to rely on him again, but no one can know that Divina and I have had contact, so when we do formulate an escape plan, I can’t be there. The Angel settlements know the danger coming their way and have joined together unlike anything I have ever seen. From what Greg has shared with me, they were a peaceful people and didn’t know how to fight and had just been relying on staying hidden this whole time. I find that hard to believe because I have been helping to train the men, they have sent to the Timberwolf Pack, and they are vicious fighters and have learned very quickly. More than once, they have mentioned Divina’s fighting skills and how she would take on multiple men at once and it was like she was dancing through and around them. One man spoke how fighting should be so vio
I pull my Camaro off the side of the road and stare at the entrance to my pack's territory. I haven’t been back here in so long. The thought of what I am about to do turns my stomach and I come close to turning my car around. “Hey, Warrick, is that you?” my father’s Beta calls to me from the gate entrance. “Yeah, it’s me. How’ve you been, Beta Gedeon?” I ask. He walks to the edge of the entrance and squints over at me for a moment before answering. “I’ve been good. What brings you back here? I didn’t know you were coming,” he asks. I clear my throat and take my time answering, “I’m here to see Vanessa. I heard she was staying here while our dads were away.” Gedeon gives me a long look and sighs, “Yeah, she’s here. That girl is bat shit crazy.” I couldn’t agree more, but I have a part to play. I am out of my car and in his face before he can blink and wrap my hand around his throat. “Don’t you ever disrespect my future Luna like that again,” I growl in his face. Gedeon’s eyes go wid
--Vanessa-- As I watch Warrick drive away the reality of becoming his Luna sets in and I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my face. Finally, I am going to take my rightful place by his side. Daddy will be so proud of me for not ever giving up even after Warrick kicked me out of his apartment. I have been told my whole life that I would be Luna of the Blood Moon Pack and our pups would be the key to changing the world so that werewolves and demons would take our rightful place as masters of this world and those who have driven us into the shadows will suffer the consequences! The angels’ and humans’ time on this earth are numbered. No more Miss Perfect Angel, with her stupid perfect skin and hair, and her strange blue eyes, standing in my way. She must be the daughter of one of the Archangels to have even survived what my dad did to her. I can’t believe Selene would pair a werewolf, angel hybrid with a werewolf demon hybrid. What kind of sick joke was she playing when she
“I am so nervous! I can’t believe this day is finally here!” I exclaim and marvel at the beautiful dress my best friend, Janae, picked out for me. “You look absolutely stunning!” she says and smooths down the sides of my dress. I squeal and do a little happy dance. “Oh, this is really happening!” Janae sighs and turns me around to face her. “I hope you know what you are doing. All those things you have told me about Warrick in the past.... I just hope this isn’t some revenge plot or something to get you and your family back for killing his mate.” I scoff and knock her hand off my shoulder, “Nobody killed her. She is still alive and being held prisoner as we speak.” She raises an eyebrow and gives me “the look”. “What?” I ask her. “Does Warrick know she is being held prisoner right now?” she asks. “I... I don’t think so.” I tell her. My confidence starting wain. “You sure about that?” she asks. “Look. Even if he does know, he doesn’t care about her anymore. She chose that Greg guy ov
It is complete chaos as the crowd tries to get out of my way. I could care less about any of them. My only thought is to get that angel bitch and then make Warrick pay when I am done with her. I wonder if I should kill him too, or just make him watch as I snuff out her life and then force him to be my slave mate. Hmm. That actually soudns appealing. I could ask Ahrimon to compel him with her bite. If he survived it that is. It’s been an option all along, but I have been hesitant to use it because demons kill their mates more often than not when trying to mark them. The blood lust is unreal and hard for them to control themselves. Like a vampire, but a hundred times worse. Our eyes lock on our target and we make a beeline for her, not caring who is in our way. We toss werewolves and pups around like they are rag dolls and their cries of anguish fill us with pleasure down to our bones. Ahrimon was made for chaos and destruction and she shivers in pure bliss at the upheaval we are causing