“Check this out.” Jasper turned the laptop screen to face us as we gathered around, “It’s a story of Greek mythology on how werewolves were created.” “The first Lycan wolf was created by Zeus, the Greek God as a punishment for committing murder and placed on a deserted island where he was cursed to live a life of solitude and suffering for eternity.” Alpha Allison read aloud the part that Jasper highlighted and looked at us. “That’s all it says?” I wondered, confused by how an entire race came to be of a single Lycan. “Yeah it tells a brief story of what he did and what his life on the island meant, but nothing beyond that.” Jasper turned the screen back to himself. “I never knew that, but that’s interesting because when I was doing research on black wolves years ago, I found that Zeus was the one who spilt the souls of the original werewolves since their power threatened to conquer the Gods’ rule.” That left even more of our questions unanswered. “Do you think any of that’s

I walked out of school with a spring in my step, it was the first day of summer vacation and I couldn’t wait, my plans for the summer included training every day and improving my wolf’s combat skills.  “You look excited.” Beta Jacob smirked as I approached him, ever since we found out the attack wasn’t random, Alpha Devin insisted he walks me home from school and much to my surprise, I found myself enjoying his company.  “It’s the last day of school, what’s there not to be excited about?” I chirped, falling into step with him.  Beta Jacob laughed, throwing his head back, “I loved school, I wish I could go back.” He pointed out.  &l

The afternoon was drawing late, I knew sunset would be soon, but being back at the place I once called home brought back a feeling of nostalgia. The house before me looked exactly as I remembered it, the peach paint on the walls was peeling and the white bannisters looked like they had seen better days, but when I looked on at the building, all I saw were the happy memories. Continuing on my path, I made my way to a familiar place, a place between the trees filled with love and wild daisies. I perched myself on the rock I used to spend hours on, it seemed smaller than before and a tad less comfortable, but the peace remained. “Got space for one more?” I gasped when I saw the man standing beyond the treeline, the sun caught his ginger hair making it glitter. “Depends who’s asking.” I turned away from him, my lips setting into a tight line. “Jas… Your Jas.” Jasper’s whisper made a shiver run down my spine and my fists balled at my sides. “What do you want, Jasper?” My hea

“It’s a Vulture Talon,” Jasper stated, studying the claw with a frown. It was the first we saw of him since returning from Wales and his demeanour was colder than usual.  Both Alphas along with their Betas and Theta were gathered in the office alongside the newly formed “Honour Race”, none of us had any idea what the message meant, but two things we could agree on was that we were under attack and that I was their primary target. “It says here that vultures signify death and danger.” Marcel turned the phone screen to face us with a deep frown.  “So what, they’re sending a message that they’re going to kill me?” my jaw clenched, I hated this.  

I’d lost count of the number of people who asked me where Jasper was, In the weeks he spent here it became evident to the pack that there was something between us and their curiosity was naturally voiced when I was spotted without him.  Many pack members including the Alphas were angry that he’d left without saying goodbye and even more upset that I refused to reveal his reason for leaving. Truthfully I was mad at myself, sure I’d gotten what I wanted, I didn’t want him to stay knowing that he didn’t want to, but I was mad at myself for hoping he would choose me over his secrets for once.  “He’ll be back.” Maria assured me but I refused to let her words get my hopes up. Jasper was a man who moved to the beat of his own drum, he always has and once he had his mind set on someth