Who hates Kira??? And what do they have planned for Lamia? And oh my goodness poor Travis!!!
LAMIA Since Jody’s stupid challenge last week I hadn’t seen or heard about her. I asked Zane if he had banished her or thrown her in the dungeons, but he hadn’t. It wasn’t like me to care, but for some reason, I had a concern for her. Maybe I felt a little sorry for her stupidity and how she was shamed, but this past week I had grown closer to Bret and Cyrus, who have shared childhood memories and a lot of them included her. Even Halley and Luna Juniper have said she wasn’t a bad person, just a little misguided, and had truly fallen for Zane. I had been busying myself with Hunji and Tawny, weapons training. Hunji had been training Tawny and, I have to say, I was impressed with her skills and how easily she took to the training. So much better than when I was sparing with her, weaponry was definitely her forte. I had even given Chris his sparing match. I beat him easily but his swordsmanship skills were good, almost as good as Travis’. The great thing about having Hunji here with us
LAMIA I left Zane in his office after our hanky panky to go lay down for a bit and then meet up with him in the dining hall for dinner with the rest of the rank members and family. We had just finished and excused ourselves and were now walking with our hands laced together towards the tree line at the back of the pack house. “Doll, is everything OK? You seemed a little jittery and quiet at dinner?” I could not only hear his concern but also feel it and the worry through our bond. “Yeah, I think I’m just anxious to shift.” I lied, still not wanting to give anything away just yet. It’s true, my nerves had been playing on me all day, and the build-up and anticipation of revealing the surprise to Zane had my stomach in knots. I could only hope he would take this as good news. “I know the conversation with Kellen earlier today was concerning, but believe me, I will not let anything happen to you.” We reached the tree line and started to strip our clothes to shift. The sun was just st
ZANE 2 WEEKS LATER “Two fucking weeks! Two fucking weeks, Kellen! And not a single fucking lead! Where the fuck is she?” I pounded my fist into the wall of my office, stopping mid-pace, I couldn’t control it, the anger. The insanity of not knowing where she was, I was out of control, my wolf was out of control. I was losing it. I felt empty, enraged, saddened, infuriated, lost… Every emotion was wracking through me all at once. The fuckers had come out of nowhere, somehow sneaking past our border security. They took her, they fucking took her. I failed. I failed to protect my mate, our Luna, our Queen. Guilt riddled me, eating me up from the inside out. It had only been hours before that I promised I would protect her. I could feel the sting of unshed tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t cry. I wouldn’t cry. I couldn’t control it when the single drop slipped down my cheek. I slumped onto the couch, throwing my head in my hands, and letting my hair fall to my forehead, I started to
TAWNY We have been out in the field for two weeks now. Hunji and I have been heading up teams of warriors and trackers trying to find any hint or lead to where they could have taken Lamia and were hiding her. We at least knew who had taken her and the why but had no idea where they were operating from or where they would be holding up, it was like they disappeared into thin air. From what I understood, Alpha Zane had immediately followed her scent with his men when they realized she had been tranquilized and kidnapped, only to lose her scent when they reached a road, assuming she had been taken by car. That’s where the trail went cold. I got up from the rickety bed of the motel room we were staying in for the night. The room was clean but the drab walls and old wicker furniture made it look and feel like something seedier. The warriors were paired up to share rooms, but Hunji and I had our own. I guess it paid to be the Delta’s daughter’s best friend. I would have complained less if
KELLEN We have been at Crescent Moon for five days now. It had been 3 weeks since Lamia had been taken. Every day I felt the pain of her torture and I know Zane did too. With the aid of Alpha Eric, his son Greg and their warriors, we have been out searching every day. We still have trackers in the field now. We were currently sitting in the dining hall of the pack house; Mike was out searching a location with some of our warriors and Alpha Eric’s, as they knew the terrain much better. Tawny was in her room and I sat there watching Zane push food around his plate. He didn’t look good. Thankfully, they had not violated Lamia since we had arrived here, but that did not take from the fact that they were still torturing her every day. Conri and I could feel each slash of the whip, every cut they made, and each broken rib. I knew if I felt it, so could Zane. At random times of the day, one or both of us would feel the pain, sometimes it was sharp, and other times it came as a dull ache.
***Trigger warning chapter contains rape scene*** LAMIA I had counted 23 days that had gone by. I was sure my number was off though, I could only tell from the small amount of light that filtered into the dark, musky dungeon I was chained in. I couldn’t account for the days that I was unconscious, and it was hard to figure out if a day had skipped when I would black out. I didn’t know how long I had been here, in all honesty. But it was too long. The last thing I remember was being hit with something in the ass and realizing a bear shifter was carrying me away from the fight, from Zane. I woke up once and found myself chained with silver in a small bedroom. The putrid and foul smell of rogues engulfed my lungs. I tried to reach my wolf but she was silent. I had been figuring out how to escape when they came in and hit me with another dose of whatever the fuck it was. The next time I woke up, I found myself in darkness. The smell of dampness and mold coupled with the stale scent o
ZANE When we got the message that Kellen’s team had found evidence of Lamia being at the small farm they found as well as tire tracks, whether they had suggested it or not, I was going to them. It was the first piece of evidence we had found in months, the first real lead we had come across. I was ready to leave immediately. My heart raced and my wolf was anxious. We needed her. I needed to get to her. To be able to hold her in my arms, to smell her, kiss her, fuck, just to lay eyes on her again. She was our strength. These past weeks had been torture, not just from feeling her pain and violation, but just from being without her. ‘We will get her back and never let her go’ Dacia, my wolf sounded out through my head. I silently agreed with him. We would find her and kill every fucker who dared to touch her. Kill every fucker who looks at her. We would hold her and never let go. The separation and afflictions had taken their toll on us, my wolf becoming feral at times, and our temper
MIKE Tilting my head back, filling my lungs with the crisp warm air of the ending summer, I glanced up into the now fading moonlight, the stars becoming dim and the horizon deep shades of purple and orange as dawn began to break. An astute feeling of Nostalgia, swept through me carried by the soft breeze that managed to find its way through the trees and up the mountainside we were patiently waiting on. Summer would soon be ending and Kellen would be inducted as the new Alpha of the Moon pack, the Royal pack. How things had changed from the beginning of summer, and how I wished for that more peaceful time. Where the three of us were together, not a care in the world, no impending rogue attacks, no mate drama, just us three, running through the forest, jumping in the lake, or lying out in our favorite field star gazing. I think back to when we were much younger, how Kellen and I would chase Lamia through the palace or play hide and seek in the gardens, both of us wanting Lamia’s atte