Standing in the soaked, damp hallway I was stuck dumbly staring by the abandoned silver chains. The room as empty as me. The broken slivers of knife laid next to the chains. Small drops of blood. The smell of the damp earth was everywhere preventing me from tracking any real scent but the real clue was in what remained of Zena’s scent. From the shorts she had abandoned on the floor. For the first time in all the months I have looked after her, arousal. The most intense jasmine sweetness. I remember it painfully well. So Briss found her. The fucking robot with no passion found her. As my anger and humiliation swirls. Because that’s what’s happened. She’s chewed me up and spat me out. I’m the victim of her fucking mind games. After everything I have done for her. Betrayed my pack, shed my useless wolf and rescued her from Alpha Phillipe’s henchmen. Shaking my head in confusion I silently doused the whole fucking place in gasoline. Flinging a match into the kitchen where she should h

Cillian hauled me to my feet as I spluttered, unable to clear the invisible smoke from my lungs. I thrashed in his arms, still able to feel the searing heat as my clothes charred into my skin. "Zena! What did you see!” I’m a wreck. The fire burning so brightly right next to me isn’t helping either. I plunge my face into Cillian’s chest and let out a deep, primal scream. Padgett was dead. Luna Ruth appears batshit insane. Maddox is there, but I don’t know what it all means. Well, I know it’s not a win for Shadowlands. And it's happening tomorrow. Alpha Cillian holds me until the hallucinatory pain ebbs away. I don’t want to die. /No shit, who would!/ Sybil manages to mock, albeit with a pained whimper. /Think I'm dead now, though after that/ she added. I tried to grin at her deadpan attempt at humour before realising Cillian was smothering me in his huge, solid chest. I squirm, forcing him to release me. “What the hell have you just seen?” “I’m...I see Luna Ruth celebrating, Pa

When that first Hybrid tackled me to the floor, I assumed that I was dead meat. I could hear the others approaching. Which one would be first to rip my neck out? It takes two or three regular men to take on a hybrid wolf. But despite the odds, I kept going. If I made myself difficult to kill, it all bought seconds of time for Zena to put more metres between us. Merged alongside the terror of dying was the tightening of my heart, the clamping of my ribcage as she got away. I had to take that as a good thing. If she had turned round, coming back for me in some deranged attempt to save the day, the pain would lessen. So I got back on four paws and bared my teeth, jumping at the huge ashy blonde wolf who had taken me down. We rolled together, down a slight hillside, crashing into a fallen tree. The wolf yelped in agony as I used my claws to grip onto its back. In a crazed rodeo, Shi hung on and tore out huge chunks of flesh. Blood spurted everywhere, soaking my fur, fouling my taste b

The gathering at the head of the mountain pass was impressive. Nearing a hundred of the largest, most powerful men all gathered at the last flat clearing before the mountain peaks. The bulk of Shadowlands might, and a large chunk of White Forest. Alpha Nikolai strode over, his black cloak swirling behind him. “I hope your quick change in plans works out. You fetched your best men?” “And nearly all our best women,” nodding at a two dozen green-clad, masked figures waiting with wolfsbane-tipped bow and arrows. Focused, checking over their equipment, ready to spill some blood. I like to think had I been able to follow a path away from the visions and Fate I might have been a badass fighter like them. Nikolai firmly gripped his hand. "So. You sure Zeke can kill Phillipe?" "He has a reduced team but I have no doubt Phillipe will die tonight," the fiery-haired Alpha replied crisply. The two have powerful, dominating auras. Sybil and every other wolf in a ten metre radius is immediatel

Jasmine. I can smell jasmine again. I shift and remember my leg is completely fucked. And what is this? Wooden planks and branches are pressing down on every major organ. A funeral pyre? Am I dead? Before my heart rate can race off the charts, Shi jumps in. /I couldn’t let them take me from you. One of the Fate’s covered us up. I’m so sorry your leg is still broken./ Shit, how close to death is my wolf having to skirt in order to keep us together? My leg pain is more bearable at least. Struggling against the immovable weight of the wood I mutter curses whilst inhaling that perfect jasmine scent. /She’s close. The jasmine is hers./ I’m thrilled and devastated at the same time. What is she doing here, putting herself in danger? I shrug my shoulders only to feel the branches and sticks shift around me ripping new wounds. A small gap opens up and I can just see the glinting full moon with its ominous red tint. I can smell fire. I can feel the heat too, I need to get out of this wood p