Ethan's POV:I was discharched from the hospital and sent home on doctor's strict orders to rest. But my mind was too busy for resting. I wanted to go for a run but I didn't want to go alone. The only person I could think of was asking Camren to join me. I took the elevator up to his floor to give me a speedy access. There wasn't any fresh scents going to his room which meant he had no vistors and it was the time of day I would expect him in. I didn't knock when I reached his apartment, since I always knew he sensed me when I was coming for him. It was an unspoken gift he had as alpha. Cam's day room had not changed since I last saw it. Vixen was asleep on the blue couch and didn't even flinch his ears when I walked through to look for Camren. The apartment was not open floor plan as it was not within interest of any werewolf. Much less Camren, who liked the finest of things. I took the hall past his lavish kitchen and went past the closed doors for spare rooms I knew he used as offi
Ethan's POV:I stepped toward Cas as his last statement was more of a command for me. I would personally see that Cas at least makes it through until Camren no longer needs him. I leaned in toward Cas' wounds to sniff them. I transformed into my human form and went to pull Cas over my shoulder to carry him."What did you say?" I asked softly as his ear passed my mouth. I wanted to know the dark secret he shared with my alpha. I lifted him up without hesitating and realized he really wasn't that heavy. I felt blood gush out from his wound and realized moving him probably won't be a good idea. I rushed him back to a laying position. "Cam!" I yelled as I realized his body was growing cold. I felt for his pulse as anxiety ran through my veins. His lifeless eyes were staring back at me as I realized he wasn't... here anymore. He was with the moon goddess now. I couldn't find a pulse so I reached up and shut his eyes. I glanced around to find Camren glaring at us with disappointment in hi
Alpha Artyom's scent was fresh in the air as if he had been here within the last few hours... but he was not here when I woke up. I was back to human as well as in changed clothes. Someone had bathed me and clothed me while I was out of it. I felt different from last time... I felt a little bit calmer now... as if I were accepting what happened... Casimir is dead and there is nothing I can do to change that. I must go on because that is what he would have wanted me to do... but now all I want is to live and nurture this hunger inside me my wolf was after. There was a deep desire to cross the boarders back into Camren's territory and hunt him down... the worst part is I do not know why I felt that way... was it longing to mate with him next or was it because I wanted to kill him because he is guilty for what happened to Casimir?I changed into a fresh change of clothes since I did not want to be stuck in lounge wear. I picked out an oversized red/black stripped shirt, tank top for und
Nigal and Virgle were the two brothers stuck watching over me. I picked up that they were wolves when our scents were isolated in the elevator that seemed to be the only way in and out of that pint house. The aroma of the place seemed like it was used to being visited as the many scents that spread out in that place confused me. Nigal was the one that let me borrow his phone. They took me to the hospital in a set of vehicles that multiplied the security on me.The hospital was fifteen minutes away from where I had been staying. It was a huge building about six floors high with a huge cross on the center of its entrance side. The hospital's name was Silverback Medical Center. We stepped into a lobby where I instantly made eye contact with Artyom. He was standing nearby in a changed outfit from the last I saw him. He was thuggish looking in my eyes now. The way he stood and the men that surrounded the room but were not looking at him. They all looked the same. The uniform was black tie
Josephine Cromwell- or Jossie for short was the most beautiful she-wolf in Rabidcrest pack. Standing at about five eleven, she had the eyes of pearls and the hair of a raven's wing. Her hair touched her stomach in length. She was skinny. Clearly not fed right. That didn't stop her from her beauty. She had pale snow-white skin and plump nude-pink lips. They were kissable. She described them as so once in a mirror. Josephine's favorite color was black and that was all her wardrobe consisted of. Except no one saw her for her beauty. Instead they saw her for her name. Particularly her last name, Cromwell. Everyone in Jossie's pack knew that the Cromwell bloodline descended from the dangerous rogue pack run by her great grandfather Marcus Cromwell.And, Rogues were known to be terrifying night-stalking killers. They are werebeasts. Practically rabied infested. They were sociopaths. But, Ms Cromwell wasn't anything like the rumors held her accountable for. She was shy. Timid. She didn't
Jossie's Point Of View: I'm just a wolf-less omega bitch and a fuck-up Cromwell that's descended from a dirty rogue. No wonder my pack and my own mother... would think I'm the one that killed my father. But, I didn't... kill my father. I never killed him. He was my only friend in this pack. The only one I could relate to. I had no friends... I only had my dad. And, since I only had him... when he was gone I had no one. So, I spend my lonely hours dedicating my life to studies. I graduated early from High School with an outstanding GPA. But, even that never impressed my mother enough.So,When it came down to it...My mother didn't hesitate to accuse me of my father's death. Her hatred for me was unspoken until that moment. The moment she caught me pulling a knife out of my father's chest. It was buried deep. And, when I got it out... I heard her horrid scream. One that was dramatic. I was forced to break eye contact from my father's corpse to see her standing on the kitchen's edge. H
Continuing Jossie's POV: "Matthew, let’s start back towards the house." I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest. I was scared of everyone but mostly afraid of myself. I tried not to let it show on the surface. My hands couldn't stop shaking from the weight of the gun. My knees barely held me upright. My back was throbbing in pain and I smelt the iron scent of blood. This was not me. At least... Not who I wanted to be. They're making me do this. With Uncle Matthew leading the way, we made our way back to my family home. As far as I could tell nobody dared to follow us. I kept checking over my shoulder the whole time. I expected them to come. Maybe an arrow would hit me in my shoulder blade... I would bleed out and scream in agony. Beg for mercy. Matthew would overpower me and take the gun away. Maybe shoot me between my eyes.I didn't kill my father. I could die at any moment being here. The longer I'm here in the pack the less likely I will make it
Continuing Jossie's POV: I didn't stop driving until I was forced to stop at a gas station to fuel up the s10. It had been an hour and a half. I turned the car off and looked around the truck for anything useful. My dad's jacket was in the back seat. I could use it to cover up my blood-stained shirt. A bottle of cologne was in the glove-compartment. I sprayed my chest down in it. The smell reminded me of ashwood. Father was always smelling good in my memories of him. I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt to have a better look at the situation I was in.'Impossible.' My arm was healed. There was dry blood from where a wound had been. It was still red and puffy on the surface area... Slight black and blue bruising of teeth marks. No way. It looks like it's been a few weeks since Matthew bit me. How the hell... I've never healed this fast before. I dropped the sleeve as a smile crept across my face. I snatched the jacket and put it on. I