Thomas's POV　　"Something is wrong," Alpha Ethan says when we are about halfway back to the Paxton Pack. I glance at Ethan, who is growing restless in the seat beside me. "We aren't going fast enough," he screams at me.　　"What is going on?" I ask, confused.　　"Rogues," Dylan says from the back seat. "Rogues at the Paxton Pack."　　Ethan lets out a terrible growl, causing my car's windows to shatter. Slamming on the brakes, my car skids off the side of the road, and I turn to glare at Ethan. His claws are beginning to sprout from the tips of his fingers, and his eyes are pitch black. He is no longer in control. I am staring into the eyes of his wolf.　　Dylan is also in the back seat, partially shifted, and I wonder what I missed. "Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?" I snarl.　　Ethan is too far gone to explain anything to me. Pushing the car door open, Ethan rips it off of its hinges. He leaps from the car, shifting in the air. He lands on four feet. His wolf turns his hea

　　Thomas's POV　　Racing around the truck, my wolf moves as fast as he can. The smell of gasoline is growing in the air, and I know I must get Mia out of the truck before it explodes. But as soon as I round the corner, I see Donovan trying to pull Mia out of the truck by her arms. Mia screams in pain as Donovan pulls on her arms, sending my wolf into a frenzy.　　Forgetting about the impending doom of the possibility of the truck exploding. My wolf grabs one of Donovan's legs and yanks him out of the truck's cab. Donovan lets out a grunt of pain as he tries to hold onto Mia's arms, his nails digging through her flesh as I drag him away.　　The fresh scent of her blood now fills the air, fueling my rage against the filthy rogue that tried to take what is mine. Swinging Donovan's leg in my mouth, I fling him across the forest floor. His body slides to a stop, and he looks up at me with pitch-black eyes.　　"She will never be yours," Donovan says as his face distorts.　　Mangy brown fur begins

　　Mia's POV　　The warm sun shines down on my face, waking me from a peaceful sleep. Stretching my arms to the side, I feel the soft blades of grass under my skin. A huge yawn escapes my lips as I open my eyes and sit up. 　　The last thing I remember is dragging myself out of Donovan's truck right before it exploded. But looking around now, I don't appear to be in those woods any longer. I have no idea where I am, but the scenery is beautiful. 　　I am in a meadow, sitting beside a small stream under a massive weeping willow tree. Wherever I am, it must be spring. Small, beautiful, yellow flowers are budding on the willow above me, and the lush, green grass is sprinkled with wildflowers of every color. I inhale deeply, and the air is crisp and clear. I could stay here forever. 　　Perhaps, I am meant to stay here forever. Maybe I didn't survive the explosion, and this is my heaven. Getting to my feet, I wipe the dirt from my pants and make my way to the stream. I dip my toes into the wate

　　Richard's POV　　I have lost track of how many days or weeks I have been rotting in this cell, waiting for the challenge Alpha Thomas laid down. No one bothers to visit me except for the guard bringing me my food daily. Each day I ask how many more days until the challenge, but I am told each time Alpha Thomas is traveling, and it will be just a little longer.　　I know if I am going to escape from this damp hell that I am in, now is the time. With Alpha Thomas on the move and his new Beta trying to run things, it is the perfect time for me to slip out unnoticed.　　With a small rock, I have begun to etch the guards' schedules into the wall, to the best of my knowledge. I am all the way in the back of the cells, and the guards rarely make their rounds down this way. I have noticed that they keep the younger prisoners at the front of the dungeon and patrol there much more often. The older prisoners are held in the back. The ones that are deemed less of a threat. I may not be a spring chi

　　Richard's POV　　I show up on the front steps of the Moonshadow pack house in tattered clothes, with cuts and bruises all over my body. I have been in wolf form for days trying to get as far away from the Red Moon Pack as quickly as possible. I have been living off of rabbits and other small prey, and their blood and dirt are splattered over what is left of my clothes. Raising my hand, I weakly knock on the door.   　　Alpha Aiden opens the door and takes one look at me before trying to slam the door in my face. Holding my hand out, I force the door open and make my way inside. Alpha Aiden looks at the trail of mud that I drug into the house with me and wrinkles his nose in disgust. 　　"Do you have any idea how dirty you are?" Alpha Aiden says with an air of arrogance.   　　"Do you have any idea what I have been through?" I snap at him. 　　Alpha Aiden looks over me with disgust, "You are still alive." His voice is cold and heartless. 　　"No thanks to you," I growl at him. "You promised