ZENA. “How long have you been following me?” I said, sneering at him and chanelling all of my anger from this afternoon into grabbing him by the neck. I didn’t grip him too hard but it was enough to have him choking for air and of course, Logan wouldn’t fight back. He never does because of the stupid mate bond. Groaning, I let go of him;my anger already subsiding. There was no point attacking him if he is only going to let me hurt him and not try to fight back. I sprang off him like he was hot coal that was burning holes into my body. In truth, it did feel too hot being that close to him. That and the fact that shifting has left me stark naked. “Shit.” I cursed at the realization that I was naked. I turned my back against him, my cheeks tinting red in embarrassment. I sensed him standing as well and it was futile trying to cover my privates with my hands.“Zena—” He started to say.“Don’t.” I cut him off, looking over my shoulder although I couldn’t see him anymore. I was back in

EUDORA. I woke up with a start, my entire body drowned in sweat that made my clothes stick tightly to my body. I was breathing so hard the sound was like a roar in my own ears. I’d just woken up from a nightmare that had my heart pounding in my chest like it would burst out anytime from my waking moment. My nightmare was so vivid, so real it could pass as a part of a lost memory. Maybe it really is because it was like a visual representation of the same story I’ve been told since I was old enough to understand the world around me.“Eudora, the reason other kids in school make fun of you and call you names is because you really are not like us. You are different. And I think you are old enough to know it now that I found you in the middle of a forest. You were the only survivor among a group of Omegas I found dead in the same forest.” I was ten when Luna Eleanor told me what my true identity was. I had just returned from school again and it was the same old story: the other school

ALPHA REXIt’s been three days of pure agony tinged with frustration and the clawing need to get to the root of everything that has happened in the last few weeks. My agony came from sitting in one spot for hours, back bending over a table as I flipped through the pages of every book I can find on sorcery, magic and witchcraft, dutifully reading them and yet not seeming like I’m getting close to finding any answers. Each of the chapters within them came off as speculations, vague and reaching ideas from unknown authors and sources who have allegedly come across supernaturals much more powerful than us paranormals. Witches aren’t real and neither is magic yet I’ve got a supposed powerful wolf sleeping in my bed as we speak and I can’t seem to identify what she truly is. It felt like time was running out and the rogue letting go of her the last time was only a warning of what’s to come. The need to know what she really is has become an itch ever since the fact that she isn’t ordina

EUDORA.I opened my eyes to a calm world much like the one in my dream where everything was perfect for the first time in a long time. Where over and over again, a single moment repeated itself and I felt whole. I felt different and in ways I never thought I would ever feel. The object of my dreams wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up. I blushed as I remembered how he’d held me tightly to sleep last night, holding me flush against his chest and not letting go; like he was scared I would disappear. Like he was scared I would leave him after showing such a vulnerable side to me last night unprovoked. It still felt like a dream—last night. And I’ve pinched myself one too many times in my waking moment to be sure everything really happened and my imagination hasn’t gone too wild. I leapt off the bed and passed in front of the mirror. I turned back to it swiftly, noticing that my smile wasn’t the only different thing about me this morning. My hands reached for my hair and memories came

EUDORA. Finally, I was alone. The entire house was quiet after Rex left and I was finally left alone to my thoughts and to the journal. Apparently, Logan was supposed to look after me and I expected him to hover around me for the time being but all he did was tell me he will be in one of the room in the other wing of the Alpha's home. That gave me all the time in the world to get into the safety of my room and get the answers I’ve been aching to find in the past few days. The journal was right where I left it and for the longest time, I stared at it. I was reluctant to keep going through Lunita’s woe and scared of what I might find. Scared that I wouldn’t be able to handle it and it will break me beyond repair but despite myself, it’s still the only way to know the identity of the man that killed Conan. And so I took in a deep breath and flipped open the book to continue from where I stopped: the eight entry. LUNITA: ENTRY 008 •••I’ve had nightmares. None as terrifying as be