Two umber-colored eyes leered at the mother and son duo as they paced back and forth from behind darkly tinted windows. The sleek pickup truck’s engine rumbled to a halt a little ways away from the one-story brick building the town called a sheriff’s station. Irritation was evident on the man’s pale face as he sneered at the two in front of him. Julian had been following the Winters family for two and a half weeks now and with each day his ire only grew. Could they really be so incompetent in their task to find a single teenage girl? All these fools living in this backwater town exhibited no sense of urgency or intelligence in their hurry to find the girl. Raymond had been getting underfoot as of late and had met the wrong end of both his brother’s wrath and his fist. Now the simpleton was recuperating from his failure to reinsert himself into that girl Jayden’s life. Because of this, he was even more useless than he normally would have been. Pale fingers drummed against the leathe
Beeping, loud, and high-pitched beeping disturbed Alexa from a deep unconscious state. The sound came and went at an annoyingly constant rhythm that had her pulling her brows together. ‘Would someone just shut that off!’ She thought vexed. She curled her fingertips into the palm of her hand and was met with two different textures. On her right hand, she could feel a scratchy but soft material, and on her left, she came into contact with something hard and rough and it felt like it was compressing not only her hand but half her arm as well. She felt her lips pull into a frown and the action had her hissing through her teeth when it pulled at a tender spot in her mouth. The teenager felt extremely uncomfortable in her unknown surroundings and was having a difficult time peeling her eyelids open. Slowly and with great effort Alexa was able to open her eyes, only to want to shut them almost immediately as the colorless white walls reflected a blinding, painful light into her unadjusted
Charlene and Jessabelle walked around the large dining room with porcelain plates held firmly in their grasp. They wandered on opposite sides of the vast mahogany table that stood proudly in the center of the wide room. The crystal chandelier above their heads caused the dinnerware to gleam in the bright light. The room was tense and silent as the two females placed the dinnerware in their hands onto the sleek table, behind them Griffon and Aiden were placing silver utensils and crystal wine glasses and so the four of them set the dinner table. Other pack members hurried in and out of the room as the chefs in the kitchen cooked up the feast their Beta had requested at Charlene's behest. The leader of the pack had been annoyed when she stormed into his office, he had been very busy nursing the headache his disobedient son had caused. The man tried to dismiss the older woman after he had recovered from his shock at her presence, but Charlene was having none of it. She had walked arou
Four hours had passed since her crazy doctor had waltzed into the room like a druggie on shrooms and Alexa had been staring at her cast for two of them. Or perhaps glaring was the right word to use. Alexa willed her arm to stop its incessant itching as if her cold stare would frighten the itch away, or until it was magically scratched with nothing but her mental willpower. She had refused to allow the blond nurse back into her room and had kicked up quite the fuss when she had walked into the room with another syringe. Luckily Connie had been right behind her and had chased her colleague from the room at the redhead’s insistence that should that syringe come anywhere near her she would break the railing free from the bed frame and beat the poor nurse with it. “It’s not nice to threaten people,” Connie had said to her, with her hands on her hips as she attempted to be stern, but the smile on her lips detracted from her intended tone. “It’s not nice to drug them either,” came the tee
Aaron Black sat in the large black leather chair behind his dark wooden desk with his head being cradled between his hands. His son, Aiden, sat in the leather chair on the other side of the desk with a grim expression on his face. Aaron was still fighting a migraine as he tried to soak in all that he had learned in the short amount of time he and his son had conversed. “You couldn’t have chosen a simpler mate, could you?” he rubbed his hands across his face before sitting back and looking at the young man before him. Why did things have to be so complicated? “It’s not like I had a choice, Dad,” Aiden replied, his back was stiff in that leather chair. “And you are certain that Griffon saw Luna Jean?” His son’s mate just had to be the daughter of their leader; Aaron sighed. “Yes,” “Very well. The road from here on out will be a difficult one,” he stood from his seat behind his desk and stalked over to the cabinet where amber liquor sat glinting in a glass decanter, begging for him
Alexa was having trouble adapting to her stay in the hospital, she was constantly tossing and turning on the small bed, contorting her bandaged right foot and cast-covered left hand in odd angles trying to find comfort. She had only been conscious for a day and already the white of the walls that surrounded her, and the constant smell of detergent were driving her completely insane. She had only found reprieve from her sanity-destroying boredom when her family was beside her. She glanced over to the chair in the corner and smiled softly at her twin who had contorted himself in the plastic leather armchair, fast asleep. Beside him was an overnight cot, which housed both her cousin and sister. Wrapped in each other’s arms, Jayden had squished herself against the infuriatingly white wall to prevent herself from toppling over the small cot’s edge or from crushing the tiny person sharing her space. Love filled Alexa’s heart as she gazed adoringly at her family, her mother had drifted of
After his little excursion in the shower, Aiden made quick work of washing himself and jumping out of the hot spray. He wrapped a grey towel around his waist and padded with soaking feet back into his room toward his wardrobe. He pulled a black shirt and a pair of jeans from his closet, along with a clean pair of underwear which he hastily pulled on. Just as he buttoned his blue jeans a knock resonated from his door. Without thinking Aiden called out to whomever was on the other side of the door allowing them to enter his room. Griffon strode in comfortably but stopped three paces into the room. He took a deep breath in, and his head shot towards the bathroom door with an alarmed look in his eyes. Aiden, whose back had been turned to his guest, heard the startled gasp and spun around to stare at his best friend. It took him a moment to realize why the man had such a dumbfounded look on his face. “It’s not what you think!” He rapidly shouted, embarrassment blooming in his chest. “
Aaron and Jean had an intense discussion after he and his own horde of people had arrived outside the small healthcare facility, it was more a large clinic than a hospital to the man. He had met his Luna who had been waiting for their arrival outside the building, she had greeted him in a business-like fashion as he had lowered his head in a respectful bow. “My Luna,” he gruffed. “Aaron, good to see you,” Jean had replied stiffly. This had been the moment she had dreaded for the past two years. She leaned her head around the gargantuan man and caught a glimpse of Charlene, her boy Griffon, and another boy who was still his father’s spitting image. “Jean, wonderful to see you again,” Charlene came forth and pulled the witch into her arms in a warm greeting. “Charlene, lovely as always,” the witch found comfort in the female werewolf’s presence. She’d understood the reasons behind her actions and perhaps could provide her the support she would undoubtedly need. “Aiden, you’ve cer