"We run, and we hide," she whispered."We run and hide and never let him find us."Viktor's Point of ViewA Year LaterIt had been about a year since Anya and I had marked and mated. A year of love and delight, exploring one another and falling even deeper in love. We hadn't been formally mated in front of Anya's brother Boris, the Alpha of the Lycan Pack, because he wouldn't have accepted our union. As much as I wished I could change our circumstances, I had been born human. If he found us, he would probably kill us.Anya's love for me was strong, and I, in turn, loved her with all my heart and soul. There was no doubt in my mind where her love was concerned. She had given up so much for our love when she could have rejected me when we first met instead. Her brother's pack rules were that you were expected to reject any mate who was not wolf-born. It wasn't like this in other packs, but Anya was scared her brother would find out, so we ran.Now we were rogues on the run. Anya had rej

Viktor's Point of ViewA Year LaterI would never forgive Boris for what he had done to my poor Anya, and I would never forgive him for not ensuring that I died that night either. His failure to kill me had guaranteed his death at my hands. I may have healed physically, but my humanity and love were the only part of me that died that night. How I managed to survive, I had no idea, but I would make sure that Boris and his men would join Anya in death. During my time of healing, I managed to find some rogues who needed someone like me to lead them. Even though I knew it was against the werewolves' laws to create humans outside of fated mates, I didn't care. It was those same laws that didn't protect Anya or my unborn pup. Why should I follow rules that ruined my life? I would make my own.It had taken the better half of the year to track Boris' pack and prepare my revenge. It was a reasonably large pack, so I needed to separate Boris and his men from the rest of the pack. My pack and

Aláine's Point of ViewThe deafening sound of a gunshot rang out, and it all changed. Everything moved like a slow-motion movie, and I seemed separate from it. On one frame was Zara holding Axel. The next frame saw Callie lying on the ground, followed by Kieran kneeling next to her and holding her against him. Then another frame where Frederic had been shot. He was flying backwards through the air from the sheer force of the shotgun blast. Finally, I was held and was crying and struggling."Where are you, Kristof! I need you! We need you!" I remember screaming in my mind.Where was I? What happened? Oh yeah... it all came flooding back. Viktor. Oh, no! Callie and Frederic! Were they okay?On waking, my sense of touch came back first. Keeping my eyes closed, so I wouldn't alert them that I was awake if anyone was there, I tried to use my other senses to determine where I was. I was inside, definitely a room somewhere. Underneath me was some form of soft bedding. A bed or mattress, I wa

Olivier's Point of View What the fuck is wrong with Viktor? First, he kills one of our pack members, Stéphan. All for questioning why Viktor even bothered going after Aláine, suggesting that he could find another Luna. Then he screams that she is his and that the Alpha, Kristof, had stolen her from Viktor as if Aláine was his fated mate. Not to mention that Viktor was insisting that we all call him Alpha. We were to obey all of his commands. Watching him kill Stéphan with a silver dagger was horrifying. He'd been with Viktor and me the longest out of all the guys. Viktor was the one that turned him. What could he do to me if he could slaughter one of our own like that? Just because he named me Beta doesn't make me safe. Now, we are in our new packhouse. Earlier, we attacked the packhouse and have abducted Aláine, their Luna. We are holding her in the master bedroom upstairs. I helped Viktor get her into the room and handcuffed her hands to the headboard. She will be staying there un

Aláine's Point of ViewI carefully inspected the heater. It was a metal one and quite sturdy. If I used it to break a window, then I could climb out of it, providing no one could hear the window breaking. Maybe I could start with the window in the ensuite. It was small but certainly big enough for me to climb out of. There was the added bonus of the window being too small for Viktor or probably any other male with him. Werewolf males were not petite, even in human form. All the ones I had seen boasted muscled and ripped bodies. Werewolves were good-looking, at least the ones I had seen, although none of them were as handsome as Kristof.Hoping that Viktor didn't come back too soon, I took one of the bed sheets, ripped it into strips, and tied them end to end. Now I had my rope and way down to the ground. I tied the end of my 'rope' to the window stay. Since this activity had taken a fair amount of time, it was now a matter of waiting until after my next meal. Hopefully, that wouldn'