NEILLA'S POV The crisp night air bit into my skin, sending icy chills down my arms and spine as I moved quickly among the trees in the woods. So far, I'd manged to dodge a few werewolves along the way, having masked my scent with a strange liquid I'd gotten from Mana Sylveon's old room. I'd seen her use it a couple times.The sound of dried leaves crunching underneath my boots was the only proof of life, everywhere else was dead silent. Occasionally, a call and response chorus would ensue between ravens overhead. Shadows of tress fell in horizontal lines on the ground, an effect of the rising moon from the west of the area I was. Every now and then, my heart would pick up in rhythm to match my breathing pattern; in and out, in and out. Other times, it would begin a fit of slamming furiously as though it could perceive danger looming. Now was one of those times. My swift movements slowed down to a jog before coming to a final stop, peeking out from behind a large tree which served a

NEILLA'S POVI didn't know how long I was out for but by the time I was awake, I found myself staring up at a strange ceiling, a moving ceiling actually.No. The house I was in was moving. The sun was slowly peeking out from the clouds to herald a new dawn. The purple/violet skies was hard to miss."What the --" I yelped, as the building shook suddenly, prompting my fall from the seat to the carpeted floor. I was having trouble breathing, yet I needed to know how in the hell I got here."You're finally awake." A deep masculine voice rang out above me. I tried to raise my head so I could look at my abductor but I could only make out hazy features."Where am I? What's happening to me?" I blinked severally to clear my foggy eyesight and focus. "You're safe now, Agapiméni mou. I'm taking you to safety for the time being and afterwards, we will discuss what you were doing in the forest at such wicked hour of the morning." He spelt out again. Even in the semiconscious state I was, his voic

NEILLA'S POV"Neilla." A voice called out to me, seeming so near but faraway, pulling me out of the car and into the darkness. The air was familiar, the noises of werewolves drew me nearer and when light beamed towards them, I realized that they were all faces I knew.I was back in the pack and the mysterious stranger was nowhere to be found. He had deceived me, the bastard, pretending to want to free me from the clawed grip of the retarded place but feeding me right to them. Within the next second, I felt a horrible pang of pain, like acid burning through my heart. "There was something in the water he gave you," My wolf gasped for air, choked. "He poisoned us."Then she went silent. Livid with anger at the manner of blatant betrayal, I searched around for him, promising myself to cut him to bits and pieces when I have him, but it started to look like bluff . With my wobbling stance and my vision blurry, how would that be a possiblity?I looked up just in time to catch the silhouette

LYKOS' POVReaching into the duffel bag in my trunk which I always carried out, I searched for a change of clothes for my mate. Her injuries were gone already and she had been cleaned up by my hands. There was no way in hell I'd be driving out to the airport with her naked.I found a black, woolen turtleneck that stopped at her knees like a regular dress would and black joggers which I had to fold repeatedly at the waist. Obviously it wasn't her size but I had very limited options. The pack didn't even have go-to malls or anything of the sort either.Carefully, I laid her straight on the backseat, moving quickly to the driver's side so I could watch her easily while I drove. I started the ignition, pulling out of my parking spot and deftly maneuvering the car out of the place. "She really is beautiful." My wolf had peeked out to sneak glances at her. I concurred with a proud smirk on my face. "She is. And she's ours."In no time, I connected to the highway, speeding up so I could mee

LYKOS' POVNot wanting to dampen the mood, nor ruin the vibe, I tried to crack jokes, retelling the most embarrassing stories of my experiences. My face lit up in surprise when she laughed at all my jokes. It came as a surprise because Annabella never laughed at any, and never hesitated to refer to me as a boring old man with whatever chance she got.I determined in my mind that things would take a different turn from henceforth. There would no longer any need to pin for Annabella's attention nor her validation because I'd be too busy pleasing my mate.My mate.I loved how it sounded in my head. Especially the time I'd rescued her from drowning and it had subconsciously rolled off my tongue in greek. Euphoric wasn't enough to describe the feeling.Despite the way she was cackling in laughter like a dying hyena next to me, the sounds appealed to me like the sweet chiming of heavenly bells would. She really was crafted to match me. Every once a while, the wind would blow against her hair