WOLFLeaving Erebus, I have conflicting feelings as I speed off; everything inside of me is screaming for me to go back to Sasha, and my wolf is howling so loudly in my head that it's starting to give me a headache. The engine's roar keeps me focused on not doing just that because I still can't believe how screwed up this situation is.Mate.I still can't believe that word slipped past my lips.It's impossible; it just can't be real. I know very little about the mate bond, so little that I know nothing at all, but I do know that it happens under a full moon. We're still far from the next full moon, so how could I feel this pull towards Sasha?My wolf was adamant; when he growled MATE, it was as if a rubber band snapped inside my head, deep in my soul's crevices.I don't get it, though; it doesn't make sense; none of this does. Pack wolves do not become fated to rogue wolves, I've never heard of such a thing, yet I saw it in Sasha's eyes; she knew it, and so did I.She's mine; that girl
WOLFThe coordinates take me straight to an abandoned-looking mine shaft in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but overgrown and dense forest trees and bushes; I cautiously get off the bike and remove my helmet before placing it on top of the seat.My brows furrow as I narrow my eyes; it's quiet, so quiet, in fact, that I can't even hear any critters in the forest. Strange, right?My eyes slowly scan the area, trying to figure out why Caius would come here of all places; he had all but dominated most of the packs in South America. As far as memory serves, he was doing well too. So why come up here and give up the reigning power he has down there for this? It doesn't make any sense. 'What the fuck are you up to, Caius.' I wonder to myself, and at that exact moment, I notice someone standing right in front of the mineshaft hole.I instantly frown as I narrow my eyes at him when I grumble, "Damien."He smirks at me as if he's not even surprised to see me when he slowly narrows
WOLFCaius leads the way, and before long, I can hear the raucous laughter and gruff voices of whom I can only imagine to be the rest of the rogues. Everyone goes quiet the moment we step into an open clearing, the hole as I would imagine.Raising my brows, I take in my surroundings with surprised fascination. This place is pretty damn nice for a salt mine. Suddenly all eyes are on me with questioning looks and stares, some seem curious, and others look either agitated or indifferent to my presence.I recognize a few faces and rogues that have been with Caius since I met him; they're hard as nails and have equally rough exterior features that make it seem like they piss vinegar for a living.Rogues, I scoff; you've got to love how welcoming they all are to each other, I think sarcastically as I smirk before shoving my hands into my pockets. It's best to keep a clear head in a place like this, and by the looks, some of the older rogues are giving me, it's clear they remember who I am,
WOLFSparring practice, are you fucking kidding me. Groaning, I scrub a hand over my face, unwilling to open my eyes as another loud bang sounds against the door.By the third or fourth bang, I thought the door would come right off its hinges, like, take a hint, old man, fucking, leave me alone.Groaning, I buried my head under the pillow, hoping he would just stop; the man is fucking relentless."Get up, Wolf! Either you open this door, or I'll break the goddam thing down," The sound of Caius growling on the other side of the door should have me leaping out of bed to unlock that door in a heartbeat. But my head is pounding inside my skull, and I don't give a fuck, wolfsbane; I groan as I pinch my eyes shut. The effects of that one drink from last has me sure as fuck that Caius was bullshitting about there only being wolfsbane in there. Shifters are capable of three things, super strength, super-fast healing and our ability to handle liquor. It takes a lot to get a wolf tipsy, let al
WOLFI haven't left my room; the events from earlier this morning are still far too fresh in the back of my head.I bit into Mason like it was nothing, I could have really hurt her, and I guess the guilt is pissing me off even more because she came at me in true Mason fashion. Eventually, my wolf got pissed off and retaliated.And then there's what happened with Damien; my wolf wanted to rip him apart, and I mean that fucking literally; I could have ended his existence then; the raw carnal thirst behind the action felt so right.I am a rogue just like Damien, so why, in that instance, did it feel like there was something more inside me when I had him pinned down? The dominating force of power that rippled through my body was about to explode through me at that moment.Flexing the muscles in my arms as I make a fist, my brows furrow as I lay studying the skin like it holds some goddam secret. Swallowing hard, I scoff at how pathetic that sounds before running my fingers through my hair
WOLFThe floor is moist, cold and hard against my battered skin; the constant slow drip in the distance and low lights clearly indicate where I am. I'm lying on the floor in the large communal shower.I have to get up, but I know the second I move, it's gonna hurt like a bitch. Clenching my jaw, I pinch my eyes shut when I finally roll myself over from my side to my stomach.Fuck!I feel it instantly, groaning; my body aches, and everything hurts. It feels like I've been hit by a goddam bus, and I know I've got broken ribs. Every time I breathe, something sharp pokes into my chest.Wincing the second I push myself onto my knees, the stretch in my back has me fisting my hands, my entire body tensing as my jaw clenches. Resting my forehead against the concrete floor, I don't want to move, but I can't stay here; the events from earlier come crashing down when my beast unleashes a guttural growl. I want to punch something; every part of my body feels like I've been dragged through a gian
WOLFThe moment the bandaging drops, my eyes widen in disbelief as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Blinking, I furrow my brows in response as my jaw slackens. Am I hallucinating?I fell asleep battered and bruised with a few broken ribs, but this morning, however…I can't stop staring at the reflection looking back at me; my abs are ripped as fuck, my biceps are huge, and I've got to do a double take as my eyes slowly roam over my features. I've always been lean and well-built, but this is next level; everything has doubled in size. Have I grown two or three inches taller than last night? That's impossible.At eighteen, I stopped growing two years ago, the norm for mutts. I mean, you either fill out, become lean, or stay scrawny, it all depends on your wolf, but this, however, is just unreal; what the fuck is going on?My body went through this insane transformation overnight while I was asleep; this is off the charts.My mind is still racing a mile a minute after the franti
WOLFFive days.That's what I've got; only five days until the life Sasha knows will be ripped away from her, and all hell will break loose under a full moon where Caius expects to mark her and use her for god knows what.I've been spending every waking moment out in the forest, training and running by myself, not with Caius's rogues, fuck that; I don't want to train with them. My beast wants out; he's clawing at me from the inside, growling for freedom, which I can't give him now. My wolf feels trapped, like a caged wild animal, and it doesn't help that he constantly wants to lead me back to Erebus, back to Sasha.It doesn't matter how often I go for a run to blow off steam; I always end up close to the Erebus pack, having to force myself to stop and turn back. I can't give in to his needs, and it's got both of us fucking losing our minds; his carnal instincts are to protect what's his, and Sasha is our mate; I'm so torn between what I have to do and what I should do. If it wasn't fo