Channon’s POV I push the door and it swings heavily open. The smell of blood is pungent and overwhelms my senses. Sat on a chair, four stairs above ground level is Admis. His head is bent down to the neck of a young brunette girl. She can’t be much more than eighteen years old. Her top half is naked, and her small breasts are exposed to the room. Huge, gnawed, holes are scattered across her limp body, but no blood escapes from them. She has been sucked dry. Her face is blank, and there is no light left in her eyes. He looks up from his meal with eyes the colour of raging fire. Blood drips from his exposed fangs. His claw like hand is around the back of her neck with a grip is so tight his nails are invisible in her skin. ‘Excuse the intrusion Sir.’ I blurt out and bow my head. I can’t look on this insidious scene any longer. ‘Ah, Channon. There you are!’ Admis stands to greet me. He simply let’s go of the young girls body and she drops like a sack of po
Keeva’s PovHe doesn’t stop at my thigh and I don’t tell him too. It’s like his touch has me hypnotised and the softness of his skin makes me weak at my knees. His finger slips easily between my wet lips, and brushes over my clit very gentle. He linger only for a moment but long enough to make me moan out in desperation for his touch. Slowly he guides his finger down into my moistened hole and slams deep into me. ‘Channon.’ I pant into his ear with untamed lust, the sudden fullness inside my pussy stings and I grab his shoulder. This isn’t right, he is my step brother. ‘Please Channon.’ I don’t say stop. I can’t stay stop. I want him so badly my body burns with desire for him. He looks me in my eyes and pulls his finger from inside me. He smiles as he bring his finger to his mouth and he sucks my juices from his finger without ever breaking eye contact or blinking. ‘Don’t ever waste what is mine again, do you understand me?’ I blush and try to turn away. How does he know? ‘Look at me.
Keeva’s POV‘No!’ I hear Channon scream across the room. My mind breaks out of the trance it has been under and I rip myself from Admis’s vice like grip. I feel his sharp tooth slice my shoulder as I pull away, his fangs had been so close to me, a second more he would have plunged them deep not my neck. Was his intention to drain me or turn me into a devil like himself? I turn looking for Channon. His face is pained. ‘I can’t shift Keeva. They must have slipped me some wolfsbane.’ My brows furrow and I try and process what the fuck is happening. How can Channon talk to me in my head? I’m scared and I’m not sure why I feel a sharp pain moving through my body. I kick the ridiculous shoes off and start to try and run towards Channon. One of my beautiful red bottom heels smacks a gawking vamp straight in the face. I don’t say sorry. The bitch who came to the ruins that night with red hair is behind Channon and she smiles evilly, and backs towards the main door. I don’t even notice the sli
Nikitas POVThis must be a joke. One of the wolves from White Claw pack must be messing with me. Keeva is human, she can’t open a mindlink with me. ‘Canagan, Keeva has mind linked me to tell me she is in trouble. They are running from the Midnight Clan and need help.’ Better to be safe than sorry. The woods around me are dark but alive with the sound of insects, the constant buzz sends vibrations through my head. Those silly new women have made me so late going to see Celeste and Zev is going to be mad at me for being gone so long. He wanted to leave tonight, well before Alpha Channon was anywhere near back from his summons to the vampire scum. What could possibly have happened that the three of them are running for their lives? Keeva can’t have a wolf, we would have been able to sense it and there is no way it she could have lied and hidden it from us. She wouldn’t have been put through her ordeal with Zev, let alone the years of whispers and gossiping from the pack if she knew she w
Channon’s POVHer silver fur reflects the moons glow, like a knife’s blade glints in sunlight. I am barley able to keep up with her ferocity and speed. Vampires come at her from every angle, like devils from the darkness of the dense forest around us. Jonas has regained consciousness but is too weak to shift and would be no help in the bloody fight. We both lay side by side and watch as Keeva slaughters one and then the next parasite. Their bodies sizzle and then burst into flames before falling as ash to the floor. The air is so thick with the vanquished, it looks like snow falling around us. Great mounds of grey, soft cinders litter the uneven forest ground. Embers burn in the atmosphere, carried high into the sky by the wind. There are no screams tonight, my mother is long dead, and this time my champion is all teeth and claws, which she savagely rips our enemies apart with. I can’t help but feel like that helpless boy all those years ago. ‘Stop!’ Admis shouts. His
Canagan’s POVWell knock me over with a feather! I never thought Blake and Bleiz would ever find their fated mates, let alone be fated to the same wolf. Ebony is a good match too, as Channon’s Beta she is strong minded and physically tough enough to deal with my two stubborn lads. Blakes strong shoulder is from under my hand when I slap him on the back in congratulation. As usual he plays it cool, like its no big deal. Bleiz, on the other hand, won’t shut up about her. A pang of jealousy hits my hard in the heart and I grieve for the mate I have never had. ‘Round on me boy’s.’ Three whiskeys later and we are all getting a bit merry. ‘Canagan’ Oh Lord, what the heck does Nikita want now. She has been nothing but trouble, always pulling Keeva into her badly judged drama too. ‘Your joking?’ I signal the boy to stop drinking. We need to have our wits about us. If this is true then Channon, Keeva and Jonas could already be cold and stiff on the ground or turned by those vic
Channon’s POVI hear her by my side as I slip in and out of consciousness. Her soft voice is low and she often talks to someone called Selina out loud, but there is no one else in the room. Too weak to talk and unable to move, I let the peacefulness of sleep take me as often as possible. Ophelia has been tending to me with her herbs and spices, the sting of their pungent aroma makes my eyes smart even in this condition. I dream of so many things from my past and visions of what I believe is the future for me and my pack. Terrible visions that make me scream silently and claw at the vail of sleep, trying to break free. White Claw comes to me in my less lucid moments and we talk about the past. How I have become the leader he always knew I would be. But there was a time when he wasn’t so sure that I would become his great leader. The day of my eighteenth birthday was bitter sweet. Happy to be alive but consumed by grief and an over powering need for revenge on Julius and
Celeste’s POV It’s too late now. If I go back to the coven without her, after kicking up such a fuss to come back here and save her ass, then I will be a laughing stock. I can’t believe she hasn’t even been to see me. I thought for sure she would be at the market selling her usual fruit and veggies, but instead her spot was abandoned. It’s not like I can just walk into her packs home and ask to see her. Is it? I mean, Keeva might be pretty upset and angry to see me, after all, it was my request for Julius canines that pushed Nikita to the unthinkable. If I could just explain that I had no choice, that my Coven had forced my hand, she might forgive me. Saying you want someone dead and killing them are two very different things. My little home is still basically bare as all my belongings were moved to my new place. My makeshift bed is in the corner where my bed used to be. It is just a few thick blankets laid on the floor and a pillow. It will do I suppose. I hadn’t planned on staying