Knox
I sit in my office, leaning back into my leather office chair. I sigh at the memory and run a hand through my hair. It was never supposed to be like this.It’s been three months since Lyra was killed. Three months of trying to get any leads we could on the rogues.What we’d gotten so far, Lyra stepping in to save Sarah fucked with the rogue's plans. They were strictly looking for she-wolves to mate with, as not many unmated females end up staying rogue for long or surviving it.I glance around my office, looking for a distraction from the latest set of commercial contracts I need to draft up. A row of pictures above the fireplace has my chest constricting. I haven’t been able to take them down. Shifting my gaze, my eyes land on the desk that has sat untouched since the last Supermoon festival.Ironic, I had my mate by my side at the last festival, ready to start a family, but now I’m mateless…A ping on my laptop pulls me out of my thoughts. Shifting in the chair, I lean towards the screen and click on the new email notification. I quickly read over the accommodations for my pack members attending the festival in Copper Summit’s Pack tonight. I respond with the file of transportation notes and expected arrival times and pick-up tomorrow. Maybe some pack members will find their mates and get to experience the bond.I wonder if I’d ever get to feel that kind of connection again…In southern territories, where my pack Onyx Ridge resides, we take turns hosting, inviting other packs to increase the chances of our members meeting their mate. Of course, all packs still celebrate regardless of whose hosting.The only pack that doesn’t participate in the exchange is Golden Claw, the royal pack. Alpha King Maksym is a royal prick if you ask me. He’s a purist, set in his old, outdated ways, believing those not of pure alpha blood or pure shifter genes are an abomination. Aside from setting laws or hosting the yearly Alpha Summit, the pack and his family are virtually unknown.I close my laptop and I decide to head down to the gym. I need to work out some stress before tonight.***I suck in one last deep breath, readying myself to step outside to start the festival when I feel a hand clamp down on my shoulder. I turn to see Bennet standing behind me, a tight-lipped smile across his face. He doesn’t say a word, just nods at me and then drops his hand.The large clearing behind the packhouse is filled with members chatting, music playing in the background. The kitchen staff set up a table of sub sandwiches,with a dozen or so different types of chips and an assortment of desserts.Voices quiet as I walk past. When I reach the stairs of the cedar gazebo, I turn to face my pack and clear my throat.“Good Evening, all! I’m glad to see that even with members off at Copper Summit tonight, we still have a good group for our own run and festival. I know that this is our first supermoon without our Luna Lyra and it's my first time leading a lunar lap since. I apologize to you for not being here for the last two runs.” I pause drawing in a deep breath.Clearing my throat, I continue, “I was dealing with my grief but it shouldn’t have taken me away from my duties to you all and your own grief. You may have noticed that we have increased patrol and squad numbers since that night to be proactive against intruders. I’m happy to report that we haven’t had any signs of rogues since, but now for tonight! Tonight we will eat, run and dance, and we will do it all in remembrance of Lyra!”The pack cheers, and some shout, “For Lyra” in between claps. Getting that all out and hearing their support helps to lessen the pain in my chest.– 8 Months Later –I glance at the time on my phone to see that I’ve got fifteen minutes until Bennet wants to meet in my office. I kick back the black duvet on my bed then I swing my legs over the edge and drag a hand down my face.Sleep and I haven’t been the best of friends lately. It’s a hard adjustment sleeping alone after sharing a bed for a year and a half. Blowing out a breath, I crack my neck before standing up and heading to the large master closet.I grab a pair of tapered dark gray slacks from the hanger and one of my many black dress shirts. I leave the closet as quickly as I entered it, and drape the clothes over the back of a chair by the bathroom while I tend to my quick morning routine.As I slip on my black leather loafers, the sweet smell of freshly brewed coffee draws me downstairs to the large open kitchen. I pour myself a mug, and mumble a thank you to Anna, the head cook, before heading down the opposite hall to my office.Not three minutes later, Bennet is standing in the doorway of my office. He takes up most of the door frame at his bulky 6’2” height. This packhouse was built with alpha and beta shifters in mind. Standing at 6’4” myself, the extra clearance on doorways is appreciated.He steps in and closes the door behind him, before sitting down in his usual chair across the desk from me. I see a flicker of something I can’t place in his gray eyes as he sighs and brings an ankle to rest on his knee.“What’s got you calling a meeting at seven am the day after the Supermoon festival,” I ask, leaning forward on the desk.“I got a call last night from my sister; she said that her mate had spotted about six rogues while on patrol, and it didn’t sit right with her after what happened here. They never crossed the border and stayed on no man's land, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I started calling all across the southern territories to see what they could report.”Bennet has my full attention now. Rogues traveling in numbers near our pack borders is a concern we haven't had to deal with since Lyra was killed last year. Before that, it’d been years.I lift an eyebrow at him, encouraging him to continue.“It seems there's a group of rogues that have formed like their own pack. The six my sister talked of seem to be only a portion because Eclipse pack had two breach their borders last night. There's no way they could be the same ones. Other packs have reported sightings, breaches, or attacks on she-wolves, and even Lotus pack lost two unmated females during an attack last month,” he finishes.A ripple of anger rises in me. I don’t like the thought of an impending war against an army of who knows how many. Sure, my warriors are strong, but rogues are ruthless. They had literally nothing to lose, and this information confirms all our suspicions.– 2 Month Later – Present Day –The evening sky is clear, the forest is just starting to glow with the moonlight as I lead my pack through the trail on our lunar lap under the full moon.The earth is warm beneath my paws, and dust is kicking up around me as I bound down the straightaway before the final curve. It has been a drier winter, and the weather is a bit weird. The chill from winter still hangs around, not ready to give way to spring yet. Being shifters, we run hot. Like that damn Disney princess that Lyra loved says, ‘the cold never bothered us anyway,’ or some shit like that.Just as the breeze picks up and the cool air begins to dance through my fur, a smell wafts to my nostrils. I stop dead in my tracks. The familiar and sickening smell of decay hangs heavy in the air, taunting me.Rogues.I let out a snarl, I link Bennet to tell him to guide the pack directly off the trail and back to the community center while I follow this scent. I start prowling through the trees, my thirst for revenge is growing with each step when a smell I will never forget hits me.This is the fucker that killed Lyra.I didn’t get him that night. He’d already torn her throat out and moved on by the time we got there. The image of Lyra’s limp body there haunts me and the only thing that made me not lose it completely was knowing what an honorable Luna she was. She died protecting a pack member.It should have been me, though.I’ll get justice tonight. His scent is stronger over here. What a fucking moron to hit the same place twice. I push my wolf to go faster, both of us wanting to tear this guy to shreds. Leaving my territory, the moon’s brightness makes navigating through unknown packs easy.I have no idea how far I’ve actually gone until I see the massive packhouse that resembles a castle poking over a high fence. Golden Claw.I’ll deal with Maksym when I have to, I’m not stopping now. Behind the perimeter fence, the trail stops dead at the water. Fuck!Just when I thought he’d gotten away again, I hear a high-pitched scream ring out. I run toward the scream, following the river deeper into the trees.I couldn’t save Lyra, but I am sure as hell going to save whoever that is.Thea– Present Day –‘And they lived happily ever after.’Of course, they did; Bleh!I sigh and snap the book closed, letting it rest on my stomach. I just lay with my feet dangling over the arm of one of the many leather wing-back chairs in the library. Thousands of books fill the dark mahogany shelves that line the room. I have read them all at least once, some two or three times.Coming to the library to read is one of the few things my father, the alpha king, allows me to do. I’m locked away like a fairytale princess, except I wasn’t kidnapped at birth, just cursed.Ugh! I swing my legs around to a sitting position before I stand up, and run my hands down the soft material of my black t-shirt dress. I wander over to the window that overlooks the training grounds where I can see the warriors all gathered together for the morning session. My father and half-brother, Kenrik, watch from the sides.Kenrik is preparing to take over as Alpha of Golden Claw soon. Father will hand down the
TheaI have a love-hate relationship with family dinners. On the one hand, it’s nice to be around my family, whether they acknowledge me much or not. On the other, it's exhausting to listen to how my father and brother go on about their ill-treatment of people.I glance across the elegant marble table to Ahlana, her head bent down as she slowly picks at the salad in front of her. Becoming an Adler woman was a hard lesson to learn, and by the looks of the faint outline of a handprint still on her face, she is still talking back. Kenrick is seated to her right with father at the head. Elder Advisor Egan sits between father and I. When I saw that he was in the formal dining room tonight, I knew that this dinner will be spent going over my shortcomings and to plan what to do with me as I still have no gift.I finish off the last of the one glass of wine I am allowed at dinner and lean back in the high-back mahogany chair. Usually, I’d try my luck for another glass, but tonight I have a
TheaI am a curse. White wolf or not, there is no way I could be blessed and be the cause of so many deaths—my mother, Calliope, and now Apollo. I was robbed of time to love him, and now, I don’t even have time to mourn him.A harsh growl pulls my eyes away from the hole in Apollo’s chest to the feral man that is towering above me, discarding Apollo’s heart into the river. I feel like my own heart is sinking along with it. Tears fall freely from my eyes as I scoot myself backward. I turn over, my body shaking as I attempt to get to my feet.A rough hand grabs my braid, yanking me up and back. Even if I knew the slightest bit of self-defense, I have no false hope that my attempts would do anything to this beast twice my size. He has a tight hold on me as his cold eyes rake across my body. “Mmm, no mark, perfect for breeding,” his voice is gravelly, like it hasn’t been used much.Breeding? Oh no, no, to breed me, he has to mark me. With the full moon, he can do that.Sheer panic wa
KnoxMy legs burn from running across multiple territories for the last few hours. The adrenaline pumping through me is enough to keep me going. I’m not stopping till that rogue is in shreds. I follow the river path, and as I came to a line of bushes, I catch that scent again. Thank the goddess! The sickening sweet, coppery smell of blood mixes in the air as I navigate through the brush. I hope he is wounded and not another wolf.As I come into a clearing near the bank, I am not prepared for what I see.The naked body is littered with teeth and claw marks, but the gaping hole in his chest ignites my anger. Just like Lyra, this man- hell a boy, he looked to be only 18- lays lifeless on the ground. Even if there was a doubt in my mind about the scent, this right here proves it is the very same rogue.Small whimpers make my head snap up as I creep slowly through the trees.The whimpers slowly fade and are replaced by gargled gasps as I come around from behind the large, oak tree. The
KnoxPrincess?Maksym has that obnoxious son, Kenrik, but never once has a daughter been mentioned. After the warrior leaves, the doctor turns to me, “Thank you for bringing her in. We’ve got it from here. You can use the phone in the waiting area to call someone if you need to.”I say nothing. Instead, I silently take in the man in front of me. He’s shorter than me, but as an Alpha, that’s to be expected. His forehead is etched with wrinkles, and he seems slightly out of shape for being a shifter. I’ve found that silence makes people uncomfortable, and when you pair that with a position of authority, you’ve got the perfect recipe for someone to ramble out things without prompting.I meet his gaze and raise a single eyebrow. I can see his nerves starting to surface as he fidgets with the buttons on his coat then clears his throat.“Alpha Maksym is, er, well protective of his only daughter. Being in the state that she is in, and the fact she was outside of the packhouse…well, he’s goi
TheaTheaMy eyes shoot open at the burning pain that is spreading across my face. The harsh fluorescent lights make me squint at the person that I assume hit me.“Do you have the slightest idea of how much trouble you’ve caused?”Father.I blink quickly to clear my eyes. Shadows make his harsh features more ominous as he glares down at me.I try to talk, but my throat burns, and a strangled gasp is all I can manage. “It is your fault my best guard no longer has a son. You know better than to leave the packhouse, you are not to be seen or heard, yet here we are tonight with you causing chaos among the pack, so much so that now another pack alpha knows of your existence.” He paces back and forth across the room as anger radiates from him. “You were to be blessed by the moon goddess; that was the only value you had, and then that fucking oracle lied about that too. I’ve kept you alive for all these years, waiting for you to be of use to this pack and nothing! Do you know how fucking e
TheaSoft, steady beeps call to me, but I’m so comfortable that I’m not ready to get up yet. I stretch my arms above my head lazily and blink my eyes open slowly. I feel a pinch and pull on the back of my hand, and my eyes shoot open at the sensation.I’m in what looks to be a hospital, but it’s not Golden Claw. I sit up, looking around at the beige walls and white tiled floor that glows in the bright sunlight pouring in from the window. I scan the room for a clue as to where I am when an unfamiliar but very handsome man catches my gaze.“Mornin’, Sleeping Beauty,” his deep voice calls out.I scramble backward, wrapping my arms around myself and end up smacking my head against a monitor parked near the bed.“Ouch, easy princess, no one is going to hurt you,” the man says, his face softening. His hands are up in surrender as he steps forward. He pulls a chair up behind him and sits at the edge of the bed.“I’m Bennet, and you are at the Onyx Ridge pack. My alpha, Alpha Knox, found you
TheaThe next morning the doctors say that I can be discharged in the afternoon, but only if I am sure to stay hydrated and take it easy for another day or two. I guess the rogue ended up tearing some tissue in my windpipe, but with shifter healing, there will be no permanent damage.Knox was with the doctor when I woke up, he said that I’d be staying at the packhouse and we’d discuss my future later.Future…How funny is it that I’ve never thought about my own future? I’d been living each day as they came, so settled into my routine, but what do I do with my time now?As I sit here in my hospital room, the shock has worn away, leaving me with an alphabet soup of emotions. Sure, I was used to being alone for long stretches of time, but I saw Apollo almost daily. He was someone to talk to, laugh with…and now, I had no one. My chest constricts as more tears blur my vision. I couldn’t possibly have any more to cry after last night. This isn’t fair! I won’t even get to go to his funeral!