Anders shifted into his human form. Naked, he walked towards me. I lifted my head and growled at him, baring my teeth. “I’m just trying to help. We are going back to the pack house, so unless you can walk yourself, you are going to let me carry you.” Anders spoke to me. “Sexy man, look at the muscle.” Daciana cooed, "I want a piece of that.” “I think not.” I thought back also checking out his body. “Behind that artistry is a jerk.” I surmised. “Maybe it’s a façade. Maybe deep down he’s a teddy bear.” “Yeah, one with teeth who can’t wait to see us dead. I know hatred, and that’s what I see in his eyes.” “It may surprise you at how people can change, and how you can perceive things in a way that was unintended.” I grumbled, “Why am I arguing with you? Your nuts.” “Maybe, but then you are as well because I am a part of you, so there.” She pouted. A tan colored wolf appeared with shorts and a shirt in his mouth. Anders put on the shorts. Causing Dulciana to grunt in disappointmen
Someone was shaking me. Groggily, I opened my eyes, looking up and Anders. "Faolan?" no not Faolan, "Anders?" It took me a minute to remember where I was. "What is it?" I queried as I looked around. “You looked like you weren’t breathing.” He looked confused. "Who is Faolan?" he asked angrily." I shrugged, "don't know." I lied, even though I knew it was him in a previous life. "Your eyes are still violet." He pointed out. I shrugged, “happens sometimes.” I lied again. “Why would you care if I were breathing? If I died, wouldn’t that make things easier for you?” “You have a point. It would make things easier.” He paused, something like regret crossed his face. “We are almost back at the castle. Can you move your legs?” The truth hurts, I guess. Would be nice to have him care, especially since he’s my mate and apparently he is in every life, not just this one. Fate seems to keep throwing us together. Sighing, I tried to move my legs, failed, and shook my head. “Nope, probably won’
Why me? I thought as I stalked away from the cell. Why couldn’t I find a nice wolf mate and settle down? No, I had to get the hybrid. Now what am I supposed to do? Kill her? Could I even kill her? I had just killed an Elder to stop him from doing so? Lost my bloody mind when I saw her attacked out of nowhere like that. Shaking my head in disbelief. I can’t believe after two hundred years, I lost control like that. Now I have to face the Elders and let them decide my punishment. “Fuck!” I yelled, punching the stone wall shattering my hand. “The pack is waiting in the dining hall for the meeting?” Alec interrupted through the mind link. Without responding, I headed up the stairs and to the dining hall. It was packed and the remaining elders were present. I headed to the front of the room to the head table, where my brothers were waiting. I went to stand facing the crowd, pausing, not sure how to even begin the meeting. I’d never hosted one before. Clearing my throat I adressed the
What an infuriating man, hot and cold with his demeanor. In the Shadow Moon Packs dungeon, he seemed to care. Hell, he had bandaged my wounds and just today he had killed the wolf that had attacked me, and at other times he vowed to kill me and threatens me. It’s dizzying. I should hate him for helping with the death of my family, but I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to him. Not that we will ever be together. I’ll be dead soon. A guard came into the cell bringing me a plate of food, which I immediately threw back at him. I would not risk being poisoned. They may have created one that could kill immortals. who knows? The guard was angry and slapped me in response to which I hissed, “get lost and take your poison with you!” “Alpha Anders won’t be happy that you’re giving his guards trouble.” He seethed, slamming and locking the door. "Good, why should he be happy?" I yelled. Like I care what will piss off Alpha Anders, piss on him. Frustrated, I tried to move my legs. Nothing. I
I awoke with a headache from hell. The onslaught of dreams that I had witnessed overloaded my mind. Isla and I in multiple different lives. Each dream ended in her death and me following close behind. I stood, still feeling exhausted. “You’re going to listen to me!" Vilkas yelled before adding, "You won’t acknowledge the dreams I’m sending you, then you can expect more barrages of them until you do. I have one month to get you to smarten the fuck up.” He snarled. Checking the time, I walked towards my bathroom, stripped and stepped into the shower, letting the water run over me. I didn’t answer Vilkas. I don’t think he has ever been this angry with me. “I want her too, but I couldn’t break the law to do it. We’d end up just as dead as her parents.” I finally thought to him. “Oh, so instead you’re just going to let her die for both of you. If you let her die, you will never know peace again. I’ll make sure of it.” “I bet you will.” While thinking, you wouldn’t need to, I’d be doing
I couldn't comprehend time anymore. I had moments where I’d wake up and see lights around me and feel immense pain shooting throughout my body, only to scream and be drugged and put under again. “How long has it been? Am I still in the dungeon?” “It’s been a few days.” I heard Daciana in my head. “You’re in a different part of the dungeon. They have modernized laboratories down here and hospital rooms, but they have locking doors like cells." “Have you been aware of what’s going on this whole time?” “Not the whole time, blacked out once or twice, but your so-called aunt loves cutting off limbs. They’ve also taken blood to do tests on. Nothing major.” She shrugged. “Nothing major? That sounds pretty fucken major to me.” “They also noticed that the sedatives don’t last long in your system, so they have you on a drip, so you are continuously getting the drug.” She added, ignoring me. “don’t worry, they are almost done with this part, and it is torturing your aunty too. She’s keeping
“Why can’t I go see her?” like they could keep me from my prisoner. “I’m going.” Why was my Beta Shaw working against me? I paced my back and forth in my office as he watched me warily. It had been a week and a half since I last saw her, and it took everything I had to keep myself from visiting her in the dungeon. Luckily, between training and Alpha duties, I could keep busy. Vilkas, on the other hand, was a broken record in my head demanding that I go see her and find a way to keep her alive, so we could be with her. He was driving me crazy. Every time I tried to put her out of my mind, he’d bring her up again. He refused to speak unless it was about her. Thanks to my vengeful wolf, I also hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep. He plagued my mind with dreams of her. In them, we were together and dying in some shape or form. The latest one I was Alpha Darian, he was holding her as she died, shattered. After he put her to rest, he had searched for answers about why she would kill two of
I awoke to Anders standing beside me, holding my hand. As soon as I opened my eyes, he released my hand and anger flared, turning to rage. I jumped up and punched him in the chest, then dropped to the floor, taking out his legs, before jumping on top of him, knocking him to his back. I sat on him as I punched him repeatedly. I screamed at him, “You bloody coward, how dare you do this to me!” as I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. He grabbed my hands and demanded, “Stop it.” My eyes widened as I realized what was happening and the position we were in, I jumped off him, backing up away and hissing? “Awe,” Daciana pouted, disappointed. “He enjoyed that… and so was I.” “I’m glad you're awake?” Ashina spoke as Anders picked himself up off the floor, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve. “How do you feel?” I felt great. My wounds had healed, and there was no pain anywhere that I could tell. I shrugged. “Fine, no thanks to you.” I cringed, remembering the sound of the saw.