“Are you sure you don’t need anything else? Water? Coffee? Another one of my amazing tea mixes?” Zane asked as he positioned himself against my doorframe. I give him a smile before shaking my head. “I’m alright. Besides, I think I should be the one asking you that. I think you’ve forgotten that you’re the guest here, not me.” We both chuckle, but right after the air stiffens, an uncomfortable silence hangs in between us. It’s been approximately twelve hours and twenty five minutes since we received information from one of Titus’ Pack members. Ever since he told us that they arrived at the place they know Elisha was hiding at, there has been no other communication with them. I was dying from curiosity and nervousness. Zane has been by my side the whole time. I guess River too, but he kept his distance. As he should. He hasn’t done anything but stress me out and make things even more difficult since he arrived. And yet, a part of me still sometimes wonders if he’s alright outsi

Titus Bane Being underground was nothing new to me or my Pack. It might even not be on most of their top five of unlikeliest places to end up in for battle.  Well, it mostly depends on who you would ask. Cyrus would say a smelly and musky underground would be a part of his top five since he usually stayed back in the Pack quarters to organize, not directly fight.  Egan, on the other hand, who often saw even more disgusting and suspicious places since he was always in battle, would consider this not even half of the things he had to experience.  However, no matter what they consider this place as, I made sure that they knew that this was one of their most important battles because the thing is, it wasn’t just about fi

Titus Bane Past Fire. A state, process, or instance of combustion in which fuel or other material is ignited and combined with oxygen, giving off light, heat, and flame.  In mine and my kind’s case though, it was our weakness. At least, in most cases.  But in our Pack, we were different. Born and raised to be special, to be stronger than our so-called weakness.  We were brought up to be resistant to fire and heat.  “Father, I- I don’t think I can do it.” I glanced over to my father, the Alpha of the Blazing Wolves, who was walking beside me further into the middle of the woods where wolves went for

“Hello? Who is this? Are you with River?” She spoke again and now the voice sounded familiar to me, for obvious reasons.  Shit. Damn it. What should I do now? I can’t just hang up out of nowhere since she’s already heard me! I cleared my throat. “Uh, h-hey, Syvne. This is, uh, Keira. Not sure if you remember me bu–” “Keira?” Her voice got higher. “Oh of course I remember you, sweetie. Oh my goodness, I haven't heard from you in years.”  If I didn’t know any better, I would think she was actually happy to hear me, but I was there that day and I knew from the way she looked at me that she didn’t want anything to do with me. 

River Colden I crouched down and took one long smell and knew instantly what it was.  I didn't want to believe it, but my sense of smell wouldn't lie to me. I let out a shuddery breath as I turned to Zane. “It’s blood. Her blood.”  What the fuck happened to you, Keira? Zane and I admittedly didn’t know what to do. He was an ace hunter, no doubt about it, but this was different. Besides the blood she had left, there was no other trail. It was as if somehow, whoever took her, they knew what they were doing.  They had masked her scent with something else. It was a compound or a mixture that was s