I was Alissa Clark. My blood smelt the sweetest, and tasted the best. They said I was the she wolf with the best blood in past centuries. It was the greatest honor of my family. Why? The Alpha would need my blood to survive and thrive. Our pack, Crowalt pack, is the most powerful pack across the land. Our Alphas from Clan Alexander were given witch-like powers. They see both the past and the future. They control the history and fate of the pack. Blessed by the moon goddess, Clan Alexander are the same as gods in our eyes. Even though Clan Alexander members have the most powerful abilities, they are cursed. The greater their abilities, the shorter their lives. They would find it hard to hold their inner wolves back. Eventually, they would lose control and never shift from human to wolf form again. The blood of the Clark she-wolves could protect them from their curse. To keep Alexanders from being gree

                  My body felt weightless. I opened my eyes and wasn't sure where I was. Above me was a clear blue sky without any clouds. It was bright, but I did not see the sun. Instead of being hung up with blood draining into the golden bowl beneath me, there was grass tickling my skin. I sat up. All around me were sprawling hills of golden and green grasses waving gently with the breeze. It smelt so good and fresh. Taking in a deep breath, I felt peaceful for one moment.         But then, I looked down. My body was covered in scars. While I was no longer bleeding, there was a long gash up my left arm where I could see all the way to the bone. I shivered, suddenly cold and aware of my nakedness. I didn't know where I was, or why I was not wearing clothes. I remembe

Ryan's POV            I stood before the crowd, daring anyone to challenge me to a fight. I even wanted it. I was angry. Rupert, my wolf, was about to seize control of me. I had not lost a fight since I was fourteen, and they all knew it.            "Well! Who wants to fight me!" I shouted at them.            Curse or not. No one would do harm to her. They could not cast her out, I would protect her. Alyson, my mate. There was no way I could witness dying, fear losing her when I'd only just found her.            Yes, she's my mate. I could smell it. Her blood smelt sweet and delicious like vanilla and cinnamon bark.         &nb

Alyson's POV            "Let's take a carriage back." He said. I sensed something was wrong, but he explained before I could answer. "I feel a little dizzy."           There was something fierce and far away in his eyes. I thought of how difficult it looked for him to shift back to Ryan.            All It took was one howl, it was odd how much his human voice had the exact timber of a wolf as if he had not yet shifted back. We waited a few minutes, and a carriage pulled up. Michael was driving in the front seat. "You ok, Ryan?" He asked. Ryan was already getting himself in. "Yes, I just need to sit down a bit." There was a small road between the trees leading back to the village. It was a good idea in case a

Alyson's POV           After his declaration that he liked me, we had avoided any talk of it. Donna had reentered the room, and so we were interrupted. Still, Ryan was around all the time, the unspoken words between us always caught up on other topics, like training.  Ryan began training me every day, and I loved it. I loved to run and sweat and challenge my body like I hadn't before.            We arrived at the training arena. He said, "Let's begin with ten laps, in human form today."            I nodded, running around the clearing eagerly, although I was breathing hard by the third lap, and could hardly catch my breath by the fifth. Air burned my throat and lungs.       &n