The act of feedingPov : Maddison"You should have left me for dead!" I heard a pained familiar voice shout and I stopped in ny tracks, sinking in to the ground and hiding behind a tree trunk. "I would have been better off dead! Why did you bring me back anyway?!"Nathan! I realized the voice immediately and crept around the three, not wanting them to see me so that I don't ruin their moment."I told you!" Gwyn groaned exasperated, "Winston wanted you back. He was hurting so much after you left. He really wasn't himself. He wasn't okay after your death.""He seemed very damn well fine to me when we visited him for the first time since your brought me back to life," Nathan grumbled, annoyed and frustrated. "I hate this! I hate everything that has to do with this. I've tainted the legacy I left behind. Nobody even remembers what I did for the pack anymore. Nobody even cares! I used to be Nathan the sly. Nathan the evasive. Nathan the wraith... Nathan the fallen hero of the blood moon pa

The Witch's TalePov: Winston"How Nathan is being treated is even more despicable than how I was being treated during my time. And the worst part is, I had no affection whatsoever for the camp. My mother was a werewolf, married to a werewolf but had been sleeping with a warlock, and when she gave birth to me, the child of her sacrilege, I was cursed to never be able to transform. My mother was dragged and humiliated for cheating on her husband, much more with a 'lesser' creature and she took her life when she couldn't stand the humiliation anymore... After she died, they turned that hate on me. i had loved the pack at first and really tried to fit in, but after my mother took her life, I became the subject of their attacks, the topic of their gossip. It wasn't much better in the household I shared with my father, he beat me everyday and tore my skin open and bashed my head against the walls whenever he felt like. He called me a whore, an abomination. When it got too much, I moved awa

Hang from the GallowsPov: WinstonThe Supreme Court was a little more like a glorified throne room where I usually meted out judgements or solved disputes during my first few years, reigning as alpha. It lay behind two huge set of metal doors carved into the side of a a huge mountain on the other end of my territory.I had called a meeting, commanding all of my subects to gather there today for a tremendously more important announcement, an icy judgement, a ruthless punishment I was going to mete out on the one werewolf stupid enough to dare lay his hands on my mate.A growl rumbled in my chest just at the thought of it. At the thought of this... Lowlife, with the audacity to harm Maddison.I had been too young to notice it, or even do anything about it, but Maya had said that my own mother had been treated unfairly by other pack members, even though she had been carrying the Alpha's son. And she wasn't the Luna, but a certain level of respect should still have been reserved for her.

fighting stancePov: MaddisonEthan was a brutal taskmaster. Cold and calculating and belting out orders, pushing me to my max.I had changed my diet to contain more protein and carb contents as per Nathan's instructions and I had jogged and worked out and pushed my body to the extreme under Ethan's tutelage and Gwyn helped with my meditation and tutored me in basic human anatomy.The first day of my training with Ethan, I was a sweating, sobbing, puking, breathless mess on the floor of the sparring courtyard in the big house that was really the grandest mansion I had ever seen.On the fourth day, I wasn't doing much better, but at least, I had learned to throw a punch without causing much damage to myself, and I wasn't as breathless and winded after each early morning jog."You're punching all wrong," he told me in my first day. "When you hit your target, you want to strike with the first two knuckles, not that flat front part of your fist or the smaller knuckles on your ring or pink

The SetupPov: MaddisonSomething is wrong.Something is wrong.Something is terribly wrong.That was the sound track playing in my head when I roused from my sleep that night and checked my phone.It was almost eight o'clock.It was almost eight o'clock and I was still asleep.Any moment now, Ethan would knock on the door to inquire about why I wasn't down in the courtyard for the early morning jog.I never sleep this late in the mornings... Because, since the assault from William went down my mother always calls me up at seven in the mornings.But today, I didn't see her phone call."Winston!" I cried alarmed. "Winston, wake up," I begged, already sliding out of bed.He sat up, awake and alert immediately, searching my face frantically. "What happened, Maddie? Did anything happen to you?""Yes. I need you to drive me back to the city. I need to see my mother," I explained hurriedly as I slipped out of my nightdress and shimmied into a pair of jeans and tugged on a tank top.Winston