97 YEARS LATER
AMELIA'S POV
I let Eve burst through my skin as the sickly sweet scent of vampire falls upon our campsite. Wolves shift all around me as we all make a break for it. As rogues, we never stand together. It's every wolf for themselves nowadays.
I make a beeline for the coast, using the underbrush to hide my medium-size frame. My black wolf is mostly invisible tonight due to the cloud cover, and I am thankful. I have to survive tonight because tomorrow I finally get to set sail to America. The last stronghold werewolves have. The packs there are still functioning, unlike the packs here in Europe. My pack was one of the last in Scotland until five years ago.
Five years of living as a rogue. Five years of fighting. When you are on your own, you fight for everything: your food, shelter, and even your virtue. At 20 years old, I've done a fantastic job. I'm still pure, and I'm still strong. I am the fourth child of the late Alpha Connor and Luna Marian, and I carry that bloodline with pride.
The Royals started a program to help save the European wolves two years ago, according to the rumors. They allow you passage to American and train you. In return, you join the Royal Army, which seems extremely reasonable to me. The Royal Army has fought for over 50 yrs, and The Kings fight in every battle. They stand for every single wolf, and I plan to stand next to them. I finally made some connections and got myself a spot on the Royals ship. Tomorrow at 9 am I leave. I was supposed to leave with the group I was camping with... we will see how many make it tomorrow.
So far, the Vampires have done an amazing job of wiping us out. They just followed the hunters and rogues tactics after their experiments failed. They eliminate females. No matter what age, whether mated or not. If you have a vagina, you die! Without she-wolves, the werewolf population has basically died out. Many of the rogue females I have met are just breeders. They hook up with every wolf they can. Rejection is common practice but even finding a mate to reject is rare.
The werewolf population has gotten so low that the Kings now breed humans often to make more wolves. Pure wolves. Since their wolf spirits are technically Lycans, they can generate more wolves. The Lycan brothers are, according to legend, the first wolves in existence. They were the ones to create werewolf kind when they slept with human females. So I guess their advisors told them it was time to bring that custom back. I just feel bad for their future mates.
The Kings started doing this ten years ago when African Werewolves were deemed extinct. My father had been over the moon with the news. He said it might swing the war in our favor. Apparently, their offspring are powerful and fast-growing. My father also said that the women are compensated heavily and are treated like jewels while carrying our future.
But from my point of view, all I see is prostitution. A species can't be saved with sinful acts, and breeding with others that aren't your mate is wrong. The goddess won't let this stand. That is why I fight for my virtue even though other females see me as a failure. All of them ask me why I don't want to help save us, but I refuse even to answer them. Some say it's okay because the Twin Kings don't have a mate, but I'm afraid I have to disagree. All wolves have a mate, and they are disgracing theirs. But I still respect them. They fight for us, and they do whatever they must for werewolves to survive.
I breathe a sigh of relief once I start to taste the saltwater on my long tongue. I've run for miles, and even though the vampire's scents are long gone, I don't plan on stopping. Someone had to have seen us and reported us to the vampires.
That's another thing that is very different than the old days. Humans. Humans have, for the most part, sided with vampires over here. They sell their blood to them. They sell their healthy children as slaves or future vampires. They don't care as long as they are compensated. They have decided that the vampires will win, and they need to be on the winning sides team.
After ten more minutes of running, I can see the dock. My wolf prances as we exam the area from the treeline. There isn't anywhere we can lay low, so I decide to stay in the treeline. I groan as I think about my situation. Tomorrow morning I will have to board naked. I shredded my clothing back at the campsite.
Eve- maybe the guardhouse has clothes
I dart our eyes back to the shed with windows.
Amelia- maybe let's check it out.
I move forward silently. Being a rogue does have one bonus. You become entirely one with your wolf. They are your one constant. Your only true friend.
I glance through the slightly cracked window and spot a locker. My wolf and I smile a big wolf smile as I shift back. I push the window all the way up and shimmy in. The locker isn't locked, and lucky for me, it has a pair of shorts and a large male jacket in it. Better than nothing!
I get dressed quickly before peeking through the rest of the locker's contents. A small tin of biscuits catches my eye, and I thank the moon.
I tear through the tin in seconds, enjoying every moment of it. Human food is a rare commodity nowadays.
Eve and I head back to the forest quickly, deciding it was the safest place. I find a decent size bush and hunker down for the night with a full belly. I do hope some of the other rogues made it. I brush my dirty blonde hair to the side as I begin my nighttime routine. I brush through the rough strands removing as much debris as possible before I begin to braid my hair back. My hair is so coarse and dirty that the braid mostly stays until morning every night.
Tomorrow morning can't come fast enough.
A ship horn jolts me awake, and I scramble to my feet. It isn't the royals ship, but I'm glad to be up. I have no alarm and no way to tell time, but I'm guessing it is around 8 am. I sniff the air deeply, searching for any familiar scent. Two hit my nose, and I smile. I wasn't the only survivor. I dart through the trees and quickly find the two young males hunched together.
"Morning," I sing out, and they jerk awake.
The older of the two openly glares but the younger smiles once his fear vanishes.
"Morning, Amelia. Glad to see you made it," the younger says, and I smile.
I have no idea what his name is, but I know I am more memorable being the only female in our small group. The older huffs and stretches his limbs. I notice a small backpack and smile.
"Trade you this jacket for two shirts," I say, hopefully tugging on the oversized heater I have on.
The older looks at the sturdy jacket with a calculating gaze, but after finding no holes, he nods. He digs through the pack and hands me two t-shirts. I turn and change quickly, handing him the worker's jacket.
"Do you have the time," I ask eagerly, wanting to know how soon we can leave.
The younger lifts his wrist, and I gasp, a watch!
7:43 am
"How have you not lost this," I ask in shock. He grins.
"It has a stretchable band. So when I shift unexpectedly, it doesn't break. A gift from my father," he answers with a sad smile.
I nod and return his smile. "Do you know if any of the others made it," I ask hopefully.
The older finally cracks open his dry lips, "not from what we saw."
My heart squeezes with the knowledge of more loss. More wolves have gone back to the goddess. I nod quickly and look away to hide my tears.
The next hour and a half are spent in silence. The older male goes hunting, and we stay behind. Eve and I remain on high alert. Being alone with a male does that to you when you have been attacked before. But this male seems nice, and he might be even younger than I am.
Finally, the horn sounds, and we head to the forest edge. The Royals ship has arrived! Our freedom awaits. I feel a bright smile break across my face for the first time in a long time.
PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOU R RATED CHAPTER AMELIA POV The males and I move to the ship quickly. We have to board. There is nothing left for us here. The ship has Riverstone on the side in red, and it fills my soul with hope. Three burly wolves stand on the deck with grim expressions. We watch as ropes and chains are attached to the dock before we walk up to the ramp. The three big wolves make their way to us. I feel the males beside me tense and stand taller. "Just three," burly one asks. "There were 11. But our group was attacked last night by three vamps," the older male answers with a firm voice. "Hey, but a female made it," Burly two says with excitement Burly one lets his eyes roam my body before sniffing the air. "She smells clean. Not pregnant. No male scent besides human," Burly one says lowly with his eyebrows scrunched together. "Amelia isn't like the other she-wolves. She is sti
JASON POVMy joints crack and pop as Iroll out of our bed. Every ten years, we get a new mattress, and that time is fast approaching. I nudge Jackson in the back before heading to the bathroom for my morning routine.After using the restroom, I scrub and rinse my 25 yr old face. I still can't get over it. We watched everyone we ever loved turn grey and old, while here we sit at 115 looking like we are still fresh. Personally, I want to punch every mirror in this house.Each of our cousins lived long lives for which I will always be thankful. Clara and Tray were true mates but never had any pups. We think it was because of the Goddess. Lenny was rejected by her true mate. And lived with us every day of her life. She was our best friend until the day she died. Jackson and I never told her we killed the little bitch who rejected her. ( Lenny was gay ) We just couldn't believe her soulmate threw her away like that, and the Lycans didn't tolerate seeing her hurt.
THIRD PERSONJason andJackson tug on shorts as they enter the cells with caution. Each doesn't know how to feel. Their best friend, guard, and brother has found his mate. But somehow, it doesn't feel like a happy ending for the mateless Beta.Ethan paces the hall in front of the female vamps cell, pulling his hair and cursing under his breath. His protective suit is stained with vampire blood and soot."Chill, man, we will sort it out," Jason says, seeing their friend's expression.Ethan's head snaps towards them with a growl. "I COULD HAVE SAVED HER. SHE WAS A HUMAN. THOSE LEECHES GOT HER FIRST BECAUSE I WASN'T LOOKING FOR HER," Ethan explodes, and the Lycans roar back at his disrespect"I'm sorry, but it's true. I didn't think I would get a mate so soon since our lives are going to be ....... FUCK... who knows how long. And she was alive. Breathing. Now, look at her," Ethan collapses to the floor.Ethan tucks his knees to his chest and wee
AMELIA POVI can't seem to get air into my lungs fast enough. The Kings, THE KINGS, are my mates. That's the only thought I have before my eyes close. Slowly my body relaxes, and my brain wanders into dreamland.My dream isblissful. I'm in my wolf form running. The air is crisp and fresh. No matter how fast I run, I never seem to get tired orwinded. I smile at the thought of everlasting energy.In the distance, I see a stream. A beautiful stream that seems untouched by any human hand. As I approach the softly flowing waters, a voice sounds in my ears."Amelia, Sweetheart," a familiar woman says, making me whip around.My breathtaking mother stands there with her arms by her sides and tears on her face. My wolf whimpers as I dash towards her."Easy, baby girl," she whispers as I drop at her feet in wolfish despair."I don't have much time to tell you what the Goddess wants me to tell you, Sweetheart. You must listen," my mother sa
AMELIA POVThey look so tense, and it makes me nervous. I glance around the room and realize I'm in some kind of clinic. My left hand has a nasty IV in it. I move to take it out, and one of my mates grabs my hand."Please don't. You are a little dehydrated," he says softly with pleading eyes.I nod and clear my dry throat. My heart paces loudly, and my hands begin to sweat, but I have to do this."Please sit down. We need to talk," I say in the calmest voice I can.Both the twins tense even more before sitting down in chairs on either side of me."First off, Hi, my name is AmeliaBrùn. I am the daughter of the late Alpha Connor and Luna Marian Brùn,and I am 20 yrs old," I say.I cringe internally at my weird formal voice.It feels so weird talking to Royalty. Royalty that I have idolized. Royalty that I am somehow mated to. I look between the twins, slowly waiting for them to respond, but their eyes are unfocused. They are l
JACKSON POV"Just treat melike you do the other females. I don't deserve special treatment," she whispers.And we roar. Jason bangs on the bathroom door aggressively, but I grab him. I drag my brother from the room as my heart breaks for our mate.Jackson- Gordon send guards to the Hospital. Your Queen needs to be escorted to her room. Tell the guards to keep their distance but not to let her out of their sights.Gordon- yes, my king.I can't believe we have been so stupid. Mother and the Goddess are probably both disappointed. In an attempt to protect she-wolves, we ourselves have begun to use them. We no longer value their strength but their reproductive abilities. Mother would knock us in the heads if she had the opportunity.While the she-wolves we mated were very willing, they were still used and discarded. Our soldiers enjoy all the unmated she-wolves as much as possible instead of waiting for mates. Each unmated she-wolves has multipl
AMELIA POVI wait until Ihear the door close before I escape from the bathroom. Apparently, Jason vomited in more places than one. The bathroom reeks.I sigh, grabbing my folded clothes from the side table. I wish the interaction with my mates had gone better. But I just can't, in good conscious, act like it isn't happening. It's wrong. Even if the king's mating of humans ends, that is nothing compared to how our she-wolves are treated.I barely get my shirt over my head before there is a knock on my door. I throw on my sweats quickly, just as the knob turns."Afternoon, My Queen. The Kings asked for you to be escorted to your room. I will also let the cooks know you will need lunch," a stocky-looking wolf says as he enters my hospital room.His eyes hold steady but respectful, so I nod. I follow him from the room tentatively. Suddenly a second man is behind me, and my instincts take over. I drop down instantly. I swing my leg around, tripping the
PG 13JASON POVShe looks so muchlike an angel as her pretty blue eyes flutter open. She seems dazed but excited about something. Jackson sits down at her feet while I fold my long body up to sit on the floor by her head."Sorry. This couch is really comfy," she mumbles as she stretches into a sitting position."Please don't apologize. We only woke you so you could eat," I say, pointing towards the dining table that has a lunch tray on it.Her eyes twinkle with hungry excitement when she sees the food, and Jackson chuckles at her. I stand up, offering her my hand. As soon as her smooth skin slides into contact with mine, Eros starts shooting images into our mind. Ideas that make my length tighten. I resist the edge to readjust.I shake my head and try to focus back on our mate. But that just makes me check her out. Her body is slender but toned. She has to be close to 5'11" because she reaches our shoulders. Her breasts aren't small, but the