Quentin Black could not believe his own eyes. Even Hesther, who, after being called out of the battleground became interested in the unexpected turn of events. In front of all of them stood a silver wolf. It’s hair was translucent almost shining and it is very angry right now. It’s sharp fangs are all on display and its eyes are blue and it’s wolf aura was now a blazing blue. The people in the shack went still as the waters of the sea before a tsunami. They all cannot believe what they are all seeing right now. Twenty meters. That was distance of the wolf from where Max was standing a split second ago. Max was gone. “Did she just?” Hesther broke the amusement. “Yes, she sure did.” “That is impossible. No one managed t
Max stood in the middle of the arena. Drenched in sweat but she was not exhausted. She was rather feeling exhilarated. All her senses were working a thousand times better and sharper. She looks around her and sees the limp bodies that she had just thrown like rag dolls that were unwanted. The rest of them were still in their wolf form, too tired to transform back. She was searching for Zayn. Max found him lying on his back. With bruises and wounds all over his pretty face. She walked towards him, avoiding to step over any more men. She had done enough damage today. “Zayn..” He was passed out. “Aw, pretty boy did not see you bring down the house.” Hera said. “You and I will sort things out,okay?” “Over milkshake, or else, we won’t be talking.”
“Well that was a blast.” That statement came from one of the four house staffs that were stationed to serve the watchers in the shack. The fight was now over and Quentin was on the phone. He was far away from Hesther and the rest , so they cannot hear what he was talking over to the person on the line.“Was it?” Hesther asked, obviously pissed out that Max was getting all the attention.“Yes, Miss Randolf.” One woman had the nerve to talk back. The staff at the villa did not like her here and she was well aware of the fake warm welcome that she was getting. It was all because she was with her brother and as usual, Zayn is better favored than anywhere else. She needed to blow off steam.She then picked up her gears and headed towards the villa. Away from any eaves droppers, she calls someone.“I’ll be there in an hour. I need you. Yes, the bitch had successfully transfo
Zayn woke up with every ounce of his body in pain. His vision was blurry and he could hear voices. He could hear a voice of a woman in close proximity to him and two other male voices. One was his father’s and on belonged to the Quentin Black. He could feel his body slowly regaining back tje strength and agility it had lost during the battle. He hope Max did not suffer the same injuries he had. He passed out soon enough to find out. They were in a heated argument.“You! You told me that it will be alright! You and your ways!You have almost cost me a son! ““Calm down, he is alright. Minerva is the best healer and you know her.”“I know Minerva’s abilities. I do not have doubts on her, it is you I have a problem with!”" For f*cks sake, he is alive!" "What if he died in battle? What would you do?" Gustav was not having any of the excuses that Quentin Black was offering. He waw too
Betty, no matter how much time she had spent away from Teresa knew how to figure out if she was anxious and under immense amount of stress. She was the one who birthed her and raised her. Every nook and cranny of her daughter's behaviour she knew all too well. She might have spent a long time in Manhattan, but old habits die hard. Teresa fidgets her thumb a lot. She had been doing that the moment they left the Black’s property.Leaving your child in the care of complete strangers was not a good feeling for any mothers. Admittedly, Quentin Black is no stranger. He is Max's grandfather but Teresa and Max have never been separated like this since she was born. Mothers of any species tend to be protective of their young. She had been like Teresa now. She hovered a lot and did not gave her own daughter the chance to live her life. Maybe it was her fault why she had gone all the way with Clay. They tend
“Hera?” No answer. Max admits that she had been irrational and a complete jerk when she decided to turn her off like that. Hera saved her ass in that battlefield and Hera had healed her. According to the woman that introduced herself as a healer, Hera did most of the job. Max felt horrible for being mean to her.“Hera? Look, I am sorry...please comeback..” She is now alone in her room after the healer had left. Lying on the massive bed and feeling a whole lot better than she previously was.“Hera, where are you, I know it was a jerk move...”“Gurl, what are you blubbering about?” “Oh, thank goodness you are still here!” Max was almost crying in relief. “ I am sorry.”“Apology accepted. It will take more than attitude to drive me away, besides, I cannot do that, we are bonded since you were born.” W
Max’s POV: I am Maxine Teresa Shepard-Black. My parents are Teresa Elizabeth Shepard and Constantine Clayton Black. I think, my grandparents like the fact that my parents have two names so when I was born, i was named with two names too. Mom never used her second name and dad was , I was informed better known to his peers as Constantine. Only my mother and the closest of friends call him Clay or Clayton. My grandmother is a widower with only one child, that was my mom. However, grandfather was a controversial person in the wolf world. She and grandmother were both very influential but Quentin Black is a on different level. From what I have heard, he had strings of women and had a number of offspring. I have seen him once. My uncle, the beta of the Black pack.
“Father, was this true?” Borris barged in at Quentin’s study without knocking. Quentin did not seemed surprised. He knew that this reaction will come any time. Only he did not think that it would come late that night. “That you are a mannerless creature? Yes. You do not know how to knock.” He face turned scarlet. No matter how old he is now, Quentin still scolds him like he was a child incapable of making decisions himself. “I apologize. I was informed that the Shepards are now under your care.” “True. “ His father nodded but did not bother to give him a glance. He was reading from an old book. “Why?” “Why do you care so much?” “First, the girl--” “That girl is my grand daughter, she is your niece and she has a name. Secondly,” Finally