The outpost is a decrepit huddle of tents. They're brown and worn and they look out of place, surrounded by the lush green of the forest. A chain link fence keeps the outpost locked in, and just beyond that, there are several wooden huts.As I walk towards the fence, I keep my mind focused on my goal. I can't let myself get distracted. I need to be disciplined and focused. I need to stay in control.I keep my bow and my quiver firmly in my hands, and I try to look as confident as I can.I know the guards usually do a head count every few hours. But it's late at night and they're distracted by their dinner. I just have to hope they don't do it today.I can hear them talking and laughing, and I can smell the food from their dinner. They're gathered around a fire and they're passing around a bottle.The guard on duty is sitting with his back to me. I slowly walk around the outpost, looking for a way in. There's a hole in the fence made by an animal. I crawl through it and I keep my
Matthew looks at me, confused. "I'm not sure I understand," he says."Just wait until we get back to the pack," I say. "Then we can talk."He shrugs and nods. "Okay," he says."We need to keep running," I say. "The people who were after us back at the outpost will probably send a search party to look for us."He nods.We run through the forest together. It's a beautiful night. The full moon is high in the sky, lighting our path in a silvery glow."This way," I say, gesturing towards a stream. At the edge of the stream, there is a small boat.I walk over to it. It's one of the boats from the resistance outpost. It's probably their backup boat.Matthew and I step into the boat, and I row us across the stream and into the main lake. As we cross, Matthew and I don't say anything. We sit in silence, listening to the sounds of the night. We listen to the wind in the trees and the sounds of birds calling to each other. There's something about finally coming back here after thinking
"What are you doing here?" Dean growls at me."It's nice to see you too," I say."I asked you a question," he growls. "You walked away from your pack," he says, "leaving everyone you know behind. And now you think you can just walk back in?"I try to keep my cool."I've brought someone back." I gesture towards Matthew. I can see people in the distance looking over at us."Who is that?" someone calls out."I don't know," Dean calls back.Dean walks over to stand next to me. I can feel his hot breath on my face. "How did he get back here?" Dean asks. There is something about the way he asks the question that makes me nervous. I can't tell if he's suspicious or if he's just curious. I can't tell if I'm in danger or if the tide is changing."I rescued him" I say. "To prove myself and my loyalty to the pack. To you.Dean doesn't respond. He stares at me for a few moments, but I'm not sure what he's thinking."I don't want to hear it," Dean says, turning away from me. His back is
I've been walking for hours. And I still can't believe what's happening. I've been banished, sent away from my tribe, from my home. I'm alone, with no one to help me.I try to take my mind off of it by focusing on my surroundings, but I'm not sure how much good that does. This forest looks exactly like the one I grew up in. The trees, the berries, the animals...it's all exactly the same. And yet, somehow, it's completely different. Being alone out here is terrifying. I'm not used to being on my own, and I don't like it. I wish I could be back at the camp with my mother, safe from the terrors of the outside world. Hell, I'd even take Dean's company. I'd look down on it if I didn't have to, but I'd rather spend time with him than be alone. But it's not just being alone that makes the situation so scary. It's the journey ahead of me, knowing that there's no one to help me if anything goes wrong. I am a wolf without a pack. I'm going to have to learn how to survive on my o
When I come to, I'm in a jail cell. I'm covered in bandages and lying on a cot. There's a large bag at my side. I'm confused. Everything's a blur. I can't quite remember how I got here. I try to sit up, but it's too much. I groan in pain and lay back down. I hear a growling sound and look up to see another wolf in the cell next to me. I scan the room and realize there are several of us here, each in our own cells. I try to talk to the wolf. "What's going on?" I ask. "Who are you? "I'm Adam," he says. "Who are you?" "I'm Marla." Adam is a fierce-looking wolf, with dark fur and a lean frame. "Where are we?" "I'm not sure," Adam replies. "I was walking in the woods and I was grabbed by a group of wolves. I think they were keeping us all in a cave, but then they put us in these cells." "Why?" I'm still in so much pain that I can barely think, but I try to make sense of things. "I don't know" he says. "I was so hungry, I looked for something
The wolves come from all around, and they all come to me. There must be a hundred of them and they're growling and snarling. They're hungry for the kill and they're all coming to get me. I try to speak, but I'm in too much pain. "What are we going to do?" I ask. The wolves stop, and I realize they're standing in a circle around me."Well," I say. "It's not like I'm in any condition to defend myself."The wolves stare at me, confused. "There's no honor in that sort of killing. No fun, either," I continue. I don't know what I'm saying. I don't know where this bravery is coming from. I definitely don't know if it's going to work, but I have to try something, and with my body too weak to fight, strategy is all I've got."So, here's what I propose," I say. "Take me to your alpha. Make sure he really wants you to kill me like this-- when I'm wounded and can't defend myself. I wouldn't want you to make a misstep and anger him."The wolves look at each other. They're obviousl
I watch as they drag Marla away, and my heart shatters. I try to tell myself that I did the right thing. After all, she was a trespasser. I don't even know this girl.I owe her nothing. No kindness, no compassion. She means nothing to me.I tell myself that over and over. But the reality is, I know that's not true. As soon as I saw her, I felt a connection. A connection I've never felt before. A connection that tells me that she's my mate.Maybe I should have kept her here a little while longer, to see if my instincts were right. Maybe I should have talked to her, asked her how she felt. Or maybe I should have just felt into myself and trusted my instincts. After all, that's what they're there for. And my instincts are telling me that this woman is meant for me.I know I love her.I know that she's my true mate. And now, I've sent her away. I've refused to even talk to her. I've refused to help her. I've refused to show her any compassion. I have to have compassion, th
It's been more than a week now, but I cannot stop thinking about the Alpha. I can't get him out of my head. I can't stop thinking about his perfect, gorgeous face. When I close my eyes, I can almost feel his lips on mine, his arms around me. I tried to forget about him, but I can't. I never stop thinking about him. It's as though something has changed inside of me. No matter what I do, his face keeps flashing through my mind, and his body haunts my dreams.I wish I could forget about him. I wish I could stop thinking about him. But I can't. Every time I look out of my cell, the memory of his beautiful green eyes and that beautiful wavy dark hair is there, staring back at me. It's almost as though he's haunting me, trying to draw me out.I love him, but I'm afraid of him, too. I'm afraid that he's going to kill me. I'm afraid that he's going to turn me over to his pack and watch them tear me to shreds. I can't keep thinking about him. I have to forget about him and foc