At just fourteen years old Lilac Einar made a greivous mistake. Using her ability, a magic forbidden by her kind, she commited an irreversible crime. Trusting her best-friend and the only boy she'd ever loved, future Alpha Nox Griffin, she turns herself in believing he'll listen to her side of the story. Nox Griffin's betrayal shatters their lifelong friendship and the budding feelings between the two. For her crimes, Lilac Einar is sentenced to a lifetime of servitude at the infamous Lycan's Training Camp, a place where only the elite are sent. From then on, torture, pain, and blood are all Lilac knows. Not a day goes by where Lilac doesn't think about her home, and the revenge she'd someday take on the people who wronged her. After four long years, Lilac finally finds her opportunity. She has many names to cross off her list, and at the very top is the only boy she ever loved: Nox Griffin.
View MoreLilac’s P.O.V.He wanted to…he wanted to—Haha! Oh, how rich. I dropped my head against the pillow and laughed, uncaring how painful it was. My ribcage ached with each breath I forced out, but the look on Nox’s face made it worth my while.“You—you want to know why I murdered that piece of shit now?” I snorted, wiping away my imaginary tears. “Oh, Noxy. You’re four years too late.”I hadn’t expected him to react to the stupid nickname I’d given him as a kid. His body stiffened, the muscles along his broad shoulders going taut. He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth together. It was a bad habit of his as a teen. After all these years, I bet his dentist bill was through the roof.“I haven’t heard that name in a long time.”“Obviously. I’ve been locked up for four years.” I replied in a flat voice, fisting the scratchy blanket draped over my thighs. “Actually, I have a question of my own I’ve been wanting to ask. Purely out of curiosity, but when did you start using steroids?”His eyebr
Lilac’s P.O.V.Fuck, Riley Crawford sure knows how to pack a punch. Or should I say kick?I’d only had the pleasure of feeling her particular brand of magic a handful of times, but none had been as agonizing as what happened in the arena. She was creative, I’ll give her that. I still had no name for what type of pain she put me through, but the aftereffects were just as tiresome.My entire body ached like I’d been plowed down by a train, only to be spit out onto the tracks. Awareness seeped into each limb, and I wished more than anything that it would stop. Right now, I had no issues with being defenseless and unconscious.Judging from the steady beep, beep, beep, pulsing in my ear, I knew I was in the hospital. I’d heard the same sound in Delphine’s room more than I could count. The scent of antiseptics and stale blood hung in the air.My hatred for the smell developed during my stay in Delphine’s care after Phineas Striker whipped me. If I weren’t half-conscious, I’d likely be gaggi
Nox’s P.O.V.That night was a ghost, a shadow that constantly loomed over my shoulder. Over time it became easy to ignore, but something had changed. It was no longer content with hovering over me, slithering into my peripheral whenever I thought it had finally disappeared for good.Now, it stood right in front of me. A mess of darkness carrying the stench of fresh blood and tears. It stared into my soul, silently screaming for me to look at it. To face what I had done. Eyes that were once bottomless pits now had color.I recognized them. They belonged to Lilac. Her coming back fucked me up in more ways than one. The doubt I now felt was consuming, feeding the shadow with insurmountable power.If I focused on it for too long, I found myself unable to breathe.Lilac had been everything to me. Everything I didn’t know I needed, and everything I knew I didn’t deserve. Giving into the hatred and the sting that came with betrayal was easy, but this—facing the fact that I was the one to de
Nox’s P.O.V.I crumbled the paper in my fist, imaging it as the throat of whoever the fuck broke into my house.They had gone too far with this one.Bringing my mother into it was the final nail in the coffin. She was murdered, torn limb from limb by a bunch of bloodthirsty rogues. It had taken me years—years to move past that night. Even now, I’d replay it at least once a month, trapped in the nightmare that claimed not one, but both of my parents.My father might still be alive, but part of him had died with my mother.Part of him never made it past that night.I clenched my eyes shut, fighting the pull of the memory as it opened it’s gaping maw to swallow me whole. Ultimately, I lost the fight against it’s rows of serrated teeth, and fell apart as they sunk into my skin.Lilac threw her head back in a fit of laughter, rolling around on the carpet with the sketch book clutched to her chest. I held back a smile, taking in the glow of her rosy cheeks and the sparkle in her two-toned
Nox’s P.O.V.I was questioning the only witness to Lilac’s crime when news of her assault on trainer Harriet reached my ears.It had come from the mouth of my father, who had the details relayed to him by Riley Crawford. Though she wasn’t required to, she had made a formal request to cancel this weekend’s Capture the Flag and host a different sort of event in it’s place.Even without Riley’s razor-sharp tone uttering the words directly, they didn’t fail to twist my stomach into knots. This didn’t feel right.Then again, nothing felt right. Not since I’d found that news clipping in my bedroom.“Mr. Phelps, you’re absolutely certain that’s what you saw?”The elderly man I questioned shifted in his old, leather recliner. Notes of stale tobacco clung to the material, along with everything else in the house. Little dust particles floated in the air, swirling as he hacked and coughed.Thirty-four years of smoking will do that to a person, werewolf or not.“I’d be willin’ to bet my third wif
Lilac’s P.O.V.That one thought banished the agony in my soul, silencing it’s cries of longing, replacing it once more with the rage that kept me separated from my emotions.I charged Aniya with bared teeth and fingers hooked into claws. I knocked her to the dirt, snapping and snarling at my dead mother’s face, wracked with fury that she’d dare use her to protect herself.She must’ve had some kind of secondary memory ability, because there was no way she’d know what my mother looked like.Aniya’s hands bounced off my body, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew she wasn’t trying to hurt me, but it changed nothing. I was an animal fighting death itself, and I could not lose.“Lilac—Lilac, please…I tried to say…she wouldn’t let me—” Her words were cut off as my hands slipped around her throat.My knee’s sank into the sand, making it hard to gain purchase, but already Aniya’s strength was waning. Her pulse fluttered, creating a tempo that was once frantic, but now slow and calm.“Li
Lilac’s P.O.V.Trainer Derek was my third opponent, a hulking mass of a man that specialized in hand-to-hand combat. If that wasn’t bad enough, he was also what we Werewolves call an emotional vampire.Emotional Energy Manipulation was the scientific term. In short, trainer Derek fed off the emotions of those around him and was able to convert the energy into power.Trainer Derek, with his meaty head and scarred lip, had been the first to land a solid blow. One punch knocked the air out of my stomach, filling my mouth with chunks of vomit.I spat it out, cracking my neck when Derek threw his head back and let out a string of laugher. A loud voice exploded across the arena, making me jump. It was the voice of my father, who was now standing, his hands on the railing of the box he sat in.“KICK HIS ASS, LILAC!”In the sea of insults and boo’s, two more voices rang out. They belonged to Hakeem and Jada, both of which were repeating my father’s words.Their support was the motivation I ne
Lilac’s P.O.V.“You brought my father into this?”Oh, I was going to end her. First, I’d start by wiping that smug little smile off her face. Actually, scratch that. I’d go the extra mile and carve her a new one since she seemed to enjoy the expression so much. Then, I’d cut off her mousy brown hair and take it as a keepsake, because I’m crazy like that.Riley Crawford, the woman I marked for death, smirked and leaned in close. Somehow, her low voice permeated the excited chattering of the crowd. That grating rasp was all I could hear.“You’re damn right I did. Here’s what you’re going to do, Lilac. You’re going to take your punishment without shifting, and you’re going to do so while your Daddy watches. If you don’t, I swear on my position that I will take out your disobedience not on you…” She trailed off, turning her head towards the box raised above our heads. I followed her line of sight to my father, “…but on him.I thought I’d been seeing red before, but that was nothing compa
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