Patricia Adrenaline is gushing in my veins, and the sound of paws hitting the dirt fills my ears. I'm jumping over sticks and stones while wolves are clashing on either side of me. Vampires are hissing and throwing themselves at my fellow Winterbite members, but I can't help them. My top priority is to make it to the mansion and save Alice. Elijah and Wesley can lead the Winterbite pack in the battle outside while I sneak inside with Dior and William. We went through this tactic with the others earlier this morning, and our fellow wolves got our back—they are working hard to let us pass through the forest without getting interrupted by the Summerburst pack. As we near the door, I mind-link with Dior and William. 'Don't you think it has been a little easy getting through the Summerburst army?' William growls. 'June is waiting for us—this is all part of the game she loves to play. She loves to inspire hope in her enemies before she rips out thei

Patricia The wind is dancing with me as I evade another lightning strike. Riley is laughing and shooting fire from her feet, twirling and spinning as debris fall from the ceiling. Electricity is zapping from her fingertips, and the ground is shaking with every step that she takes. 'She will destroy the entire building!' Finn shouts. 'We need to end her before that happens!' Dior growls. 'I know that, but I can't close enough to jab at her! She isn't even aiming but projecting her magic everywhere! I can't read her movements or figure out her next attack.' My eye travels to the white wolf. 'Can't you open up a portal?' 'There isn't enough time for that,' Dior grunts when he gets hit by a rock and shakes dirt from his white fur. When he lifts his head, his eyes are filled with anger. 'Fuck! Keep Riley busy for three minutes—I need to gather the shadows from the forest!' Finn laughs nervously. 'We will try!' I lock my eyes on Rile

Beginning Of Book 2 Maya From the moment I was born, I was different. My twin sister, Lily, was born with black hair and the presence of an inner white wolf whose power couldn't be mistaken—she was strong from the beginning, a natural luna. Meanwhile, I was born with white hair, and to my misery, there wasn't any trace of an inner wolf within me. And although my parents have always loved me and accepted me for who I am, I've always thought of myself as an outsider being the only human in the Winterbite pack. I mean, my pack members never bullied me—Lily glared at anyone who even glanced my way. But truth to be told, I'm looked down upon by both my pack and family members. My family loves me, yet they never let me make my own decisions. They deem me helpless, and sometimes I don't get the chance to finish my half-spoken sentence. If that isn't enough, they give me guilty, sympathetic smiles whenever there is a hunt. Their treatm

MayaI limp after Arvin, ignoring the burning pain between my two legs. Blood is trailing down my inner thigh, and I pick up my tattered, frilly dress in a rush. I don't care if it's ruined, and without a second thought, I wipe the red liquid from my leg and then struggle to get my head through the hole of the half-massacred fabric."Are you coming?" Arvin asks.I press my lips together. The fight is no longer going on outside in the ballroom. I'm assuming Arvin's pack chased out the other werewolves from their territory, which means I have to listen to this bastard if I hope to survive."I'm right behind you!" I chirp.I speed up my pace, only for Arvin to smack me across the face with a haughty expression the moment I'm next to him. "Who gave you permission to speak?!"Slowly, I touch my cheek for what seems like the billionth time today with shaking movements, knowing there will be a scar there tomorrow. Arvin appears to be a man who love

Maya I wake up in the middle of the night, expecting to be served an early breakfast, and instead, Arvin's men unlock my prison cell. Six vampires dressed as knights step inside, grunting as they struggle to walk. "How is he still so fucking massive? Didn't they shrink him?!" A guard complains in a strained voice as he enters my prison cell. "We should have dropped this fat bloke in the jungle and left it to the werewolves to pick him up! Man, my back is killing me!" Another vampire is panting like a dog. "Just shut up and lower the fucking bastard already!" I pretend to be sleeping but crack one eye open when the entire floor quakes beneath me. A half-naked man lies on his stomach in front of me, sleeping even though I'm pretty sure he was dropped. I squint my eyes. There are glowing bracelets around the man's arms and legs, which stupidly enough matches his russet skin and the tribal tattoos circling his beefy biceps. Realizing I'm o