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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
MIKE “I’m going after her…” I heard Tawny as she slid under and between the advancing attackers. I was more focused on how the fuck I was going to take on a were-bear and wolf at the same time. Fuck it, I thought as I shifted again, snarling at the shifters in front of me and leaping toward them. I attacked the wolf first. A big mistake. My jaws latched onto his shoulder ready to tear when I felt claws sink deep into my back, making me let out a painful howl, and feeling my skin tear. I let go of the wolf and rolled to the side, removing the bear's claws from my back. I backed up assessing my situation and how I was going to take these two fuckers down. Duke was reeling and ready to take over, but I held him back, convincing him we would work better together. The fuckers darted towards me and I jumped back, looking for the right moment and angle to attack. Right now, I have to use defensive tactics if I am to survive this. Just as I was ready to go all in, I watched as the bear fel
LAMIA The relief I felt when it dawned on me that Mike was really there was indescribable. “…get these the fuck off me!” I said. My body ached, my limbs lax, and my face was swollen from the beating they had come to give me that night. Kira had stood there and watched, laughing as they brutalized me within an inch of my life, leaving me there for dead thinking I could not heal and the silver poisoning of my body coupled with the wolfsbane and some other burning substance they injected me with would finish me off. When the kicks and punches finally stopped after goddess knows how long, I stilled my breathing and slowed my heart rate down. Even though I could not hear my wolf, her presence was still there, weak but there. My lips were chapped from lack of fluids and my throat was dry. My skin itched from the filth and my scalp felt as though it was on fire when they had pulled and yanked it out. I took a deep breath when the cuffs were snapped from my ankles and wrists, the feeling o
LAMIA As I held the blades, one in each hand, the blood from my palms coated the handles, as a rejuvenating and authoritative energy claimed my body. I felt my wounds begin to heal and close at a ridiculous rate. The vibrating zing of power coursing through my veins. My eyes are sharp and my breathing is steady. My anger - unhinged. I stood up from the ground, not lifting my head fully, but rather peering through my lashes and disheveled hair. I felt the fire burning in my eyes and wondered if they mirrored the heat I felt from them. There he stood, across the grounds, hiding behind his fighters and a line of bears. I saw the King in the forefront of the fight taking out as many as he could in a bid to get to Silas, his brother. Not today, my King, I thought. Today he is mine and he will suffer. The swords in my hands glinted from the morning sun, and the inscriptions on the blades were glowing a cosmic hue of green and orange as if they had come alive. My fangs protruded, pierci