Jaxon. I lay on top of my mate watching as she sleeps peacefully. I am still in my wolf form and plan to stay this way as I continue to use the calming on her. Feeling her chest rise and fall in slow even breathes, her eye lids fluttering as she appears to be in a dream of some sorts. Her hair is splayed out around her like a halo and she couldn't look anymore beautiful than she does right now in all her naked glory. Layla's waist is slim, her breasts firm and perky and just the right size for my big hands. Rose colored nipples the size of dimes are just calling out for me to lick them. I don't, for fear of waking whatever beast slumbers inside her. I hear footsteps approach her door causing me to glance over my shoulder and begin a slow snarl, waiting for the intruder. The door handle turns slowly and in walks a female nurse holding a new gown. "Oh, Alpha, my apologies, I thought you left. Would you prefer me to dress the patient or would you like to do the honors?" She whispers a

It has been 15 days that I have been locked in this hospital room. Jaxon comes to visit often to run the tests to see what is causing my fires. It is still so new to me that I possess powers and that the supernatural world that I have gravitated to my whole life, is real. Witches, werewolves, whatever I am, all exist. When I was younger and didn't have any friends or family, I would live in the books depicting the lives of such fantasies. And now, I am apart of it. I have this strange connection with Jaxon that is indescribable. I want him around me all the time and sometimes I force myself to get worked up just so my fire explodes and he holds me to put it out. I feel selfish doing that, because it causes him harm, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has started being almost caring. Some days are better than others with him though. Just yesterday he came in with his nostrils flaring and his face red with anger. It had frightened me and I began to cry. He looked at me with comtempt befor

I pick Layla up bridle style as Grey comes into the room. He sees the woman he has vowed to protect with his life and a series of emotions pass through his eyes. Sadness, anger, guilt, are a few that I notice right away. "Don't do this to yourself Grey. Not now. Go get Doc! Hurry!" I say as I watch more blood pool around my feet. I can feel the wound on my shoulder begin to heal but my mates wounds are not.  "Come on Layla, baby, wake up! Wake up Layla! You need to open your eyes for me!" I gently shake her trying to get her to wake up. I know if she can get her fire going she has a chance at healing and hopefully won't be permanetly scarred. Not that I would care, but she might. I know Emma had a tough time with her face being marred.  Doc comes running in covered in blood and without clothes, he must have joined in the fight as well. I can still hear fighting from outside the hospital and I am torn on staying with my mate, and protecting my pack.&

Jaxon. I don't know why I screamed at her like that after everything she has endured these last few weeks. Sometimes I cant help it, burning rage courses through my veins remembering Emma. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. And what hurts the most is I still want to take revenge- a life for a life- but I am conflicted knowing it is my mate that caused her death. I wonder if I would have loved her and how things would have turned out for us if she hadn't killed Emma. After watching her through the emotional tests we put her through, I know she couldn't have possibly done it on purpose. A tragic accident. But it doesn't make it any less painful knowing she killed the last of my family. I look at her and I see tears well up in those big beautiful eyes of hers and decide it is best if I leave to cool off. Ash is whining in my head telling me I should go to her, comfort her, even apologise, but I can't do that. Not yet. Not while I am still grieving for the sister I lost. I silent

After my fun with Gareson Green and his body had been disposed of, I decided to pay a visit to our second prisoner. Now, this one is going to be tricky because I can only ask yes or no questions. And there won't be anyway for me to know if he is telling the truth or not. But still, I am going to give it my best shot. I have Trev grab the laptop that has the video of Gareson's fairwell downloaded on it because I want to show our captive what is in store for him if he doesn't cooperate. Upon entering his cell I find him hanging by his arms from the ceiling. His legs are bound together with chains and a giant lead ball is attached, not allowing him to swing and potentially kick me. "Hey, dick face, wake up," Trev hollers as he goes over and slaps the guy across the face. They guy stirs and instantly schools his face into an expressionless mask. Trev procedes to load the video and the guy watches it while I watch him for any reaction. To my utter surprise he smirks and t