SYDNEY
It felt as if someone was screaming in my head, yelling as if they were in trouble and desperately needed my help. The sound was pulling me out of the deep sleep I found myself in. It must have been the early hours of the morning or still late at night because it was still dark out when I peeled my eyelids opened.
"Princess, they're here," someone yelled through the mind link.
"Sydney, get up sis. The shit show has begun," I heard my brother growl. He hated when someone disturbed his sleep. It made him cranky and turned him into a beast.
I jolted up and found Victor stirring awake as well, "Vicky, get up. I need you to help evacuate the pack house. Tell the drivers to take the women and children out of the territory. Make sure they're safe before coming."
He hastily got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, nodding at my instructions. I ran into the walk-in closet and g
SYDNEYI turned just in time to see a man running straight at me, canines and claws elongated and ready to rip me apart. Tane took about two seconds to react, pouncing on the man and biting his head right off his body. The sight was gruesome, to say the least, but was necessarily done. Too many lives were lost tonight because of this and I had to bring it to an end.I widened my stance, digging my paws into the dirt and growling lowly at the men that leisurely strolled out of the forest. My dad and Xander were close, I could hear their paws hitting the earth with ferocity. We just had to hold these men off until they arrived. To top it off, I wasn't certain who entered the cells and if they were still there or if my prisoners were still alive or escaped."Check on Victor, we will take care of them," Sylvain told me, nodding his big wolf head toward Victor who was slowly losing consciousness.H
VICTORI listened to the steady beeping of the heart monitor. The room we were in was too white, too sterile, the harsh smell of the detergents used harassing my nasal passages. I hated the pack infirmary, not that I found myself needing medical attention much anyway. Even after having gaping slashes in my chest, I was perfectly fine, completely healed. It was her I was worried about. It was her I was here for.She looked at peace on the tiny bed and yet still so horrifying to look at. If the heart machine hadn't been beeping steadily, I would have never known that she was alive. Her once slightly tanned skin was corpse-pale, dark circles rimmed her sunken-in eyes, her breaths were coming out shallow, needing to be attached to an oxygen mask so she could breathe. All those wires coming out of her were painful to look at. It wasn't fair. Quade walked away, alive and well, and yet here she was after saving hi
SYDNEYMy eyes flew open, my body shooting up from the bed with a loud gasp. I was in a flummoxed state, memories dull and blurry but I could still make out the gist of them, "Victor..." I breathed into the oxygen mask secured to my face. Feeling annoyed by the thing, I yanked it off and threw it to the side, doing the same with the other wires and tubes attached to me.My body felt weak, as if someone sent my bones through a wood chipper, tossed the pieces back into the fleshy sack that created my body, and then expected me to heal. I had never felt so utterly drained before, so dead on the inside that I didn't care to move another inch. Victor had given me up. The bond with Quade was only one step away from being complete and pretty soon, I wouldn't have a choice but to give into him.I remembered the way my body reacted to Quade's touch. Every nerve felt alive, my insides felt as if it melted into a puddle
SYDNEY I dived into work headfirst. Why? Because it helped me concentrate on everything else besides the pain I felt. It was a continuous cycle, day in and day out. I waited patiently for the pain to dull, but it never did. Time was meant to heal all wounds but how much time would I need. There was also another thing I had been patiently waiting for. It had been three days since my body had recovered and I had woken up and yet my heat hadn't settled in. There were still a few more days. At times, it would hit you instantly and in other cases, it would at least take a week to set in. I hadn't even seen Quade. He had a room in the pack house. My dad was all too willing when it came to allowing him to stay. From what I could tell, he would be staying until he could reclaim his alpha title and go back home. I did my best to avoid him and I assumed he did that too. There was only one instance where I had run into him. I was leaving the pack house, going t
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SYDNEYCrusted blood stained the walls, mixing with splatters of fresh blood. The stench of death hung in the air, getting worse with each step I took. Rotting flesh, damp earth, and human excrement all bombarded my nose at once. I may not have been a full blooded werewolf, but even us half bloods had an impeccable sense of smell. That was the same with strength and speed.Victor let out a low growl beside me as we neared our destination. I purposely slowed my steps, allowing him to lace his fingers with mine and give my hand a gentle squeeze. Victor meant so much to me, even as a little girl. With his thick, shoulder length chocolate brown locks and eyes so blue they reminded me of the ocean; he hadn't changed one bit since I was a child. I sort of felt like Bella from Twilight, stuck with creatures that barely aged while I looked ten years older by the next day.Victor stood tall beside me
SYDNEYVictor stilled, body tensing as the word left the unknown Alpha's lips. The Alpha's two men shared a thunderstruck glance before shifting their shocked looking faces to me. The patrol wolf had left to grab the three clothes since they were standing in all their naked glory and I made sure to keep my eyes up, never once allowing them to dip and take in what lied below.Dimitri chuckled quietly, shaking his head and his mate visibly relaxed as confusion set in. Half breeds did not always have mates. Because human's could pick who they wanted to be with, I had the will to choose my life partner. I had never expected to find a mate, had never prepared for such a possibility.He was the epitome of handsome though, so that was a bonus. His sharp jaw, tattooed physic that had muscles rippling throughout his body, jade orbs, and dark chocolate strands made him the definition of a fuck boy and screamed 'sta
SYDNEY"Look, it's momma Grace," I cheered happily, clapping my hands as mom and dad walked onto stage. They were followed by my grandpa and Grammy. Mom wore an anxious smile but at the time, I thought it was the prettiest thing in the world. The nightmare always started off the same. I'd be in Lucille's arms, praising mom as she walked onto the stage. I'd wince when the blade pierced through my dad's palm, flinching away from Lucille at the sight of blood dripping down his hand. I was so caught up in the moment, so caught up in watching everything happen with awestruck eyes that I hadn't noticed the scowl on Lucille's face. I hadn't noticed the way she looked at me and then at my mom with flames of anger blazing in her eyes. Before I could register was was happening, Lucille held a silver weapon out in front of us and then a loud bang echoed and my ears began ringing. The smell of som