Savannah POV I roared and charged at Mabel, I was met with two hybrids before I could reach her. They came at me head on, I slid on my knees and turned around as I came to a stop and kicked out at them both. Kicking them in the back of the legs making them kneel down on the leg I kicked, Ariel came up following right behind me with a massive backhand sending them both falling sideways. Tommy wasn't far behind her and he was behind them sinking his fangs into their necks so quickly I almost didn't see it. It knocked them out cold.While they may be hybrids, they are still only children and not very well trained. I watched as Ariel nodded to me and her and Tommy ran off to the left to help subdue some more. I stood up quickly and ran forwards again to where Mable was standing. This time it was Carlos that came for me.I threw a few punches when he got close enough, he was too quick and I missed everyone I threw at him. He jumped and kicked my right in the chest sending me flying backwa
Savannah POV After checking to make sure I wasn't followed by any of Mabel's hybrids or Luna Jenifer's pack, I walked down the alley way carefully. I stuck to the shadows like I was taught to do this last week in training. I stopped when I came to the end of the alley way and saw Mabel speaking to someone. I couldn't see them properly it was dark and the dumpster that was casting the shadow I was hiding in blocked them out from sight. I focused my mind to hone in on the voices so I could hear what they were saying. "It is your turn to prove to me you can be trusted" Mabel spoke first."If I don't and I don't want to hurt them, what then?" I know the voice who was speaking this time. It was Ricky."Then you die with your brothers and that half breed, human mutt, Carlos calls a daughter" Mabel spat."You'd kill your children and your grandchild? What the fuck is wrong with you Mabel, you know if I die so do you, the attachment spell you used to bind yourself to me doesn't save you fro
Unknown POV... his head, in my lap. His amazing emerald eyes locked on mine, shimmering in the dappled sunlight under the willow bark tree. I am slumped forward cradling his face covered in blood, I know it's not my own. Tears streaming down my cheeks, landing, making pools on his face, uncontrollable tears. His lips are moving but his voice is silent. I can't make out what he is saying no matter how hard I try. My vision is too blurred from the tears I can't stop from coming. I try to speak, to ask him what he is saying... but nothing, nothing but silence. What is going on!? What is this, what's happening, who is he!? The only thoughts I can seem to muster. Suddenly, I'm standing in the distance looking at the scene that was just in front of me... I feel a light breeze comb through my hair, it seems to ease some of the pain I am feeling at this very moment. I watch myself look up at the shimmering sky which has turned to night all of the sudden. I yell out to the mirrored image of
Unknown POV I look at my alarm clock, not even 6am the same as always. The same time, same day of the fucking week, same god damn nightmare in the same shit hole of a cell ever year and I always fall back asleep. I at least have a cot, thin shitty per-used pillows and my alarm clock.I hate this pack and this man. He is violent, cruel and vicious. How I managed to be in his care I'll never know but fuck it here I am. Still alive!. That's a bonus. I hate the pack simply because they don't seem to care enough to come check on me out here or even notice anything.Oh, and Erica always makes sure to remind me one way or another how worthless and disgusting I am. What an abomination I am and how I don't belong, I only bring shame to her and her pack. Pppfffttt, it isn't even her pack well not yet anyway.Thinking back to my nightmare I never know who it is, the man in my lap, bloodied and dying. What the snakes mean. What either of them are trying to say or what he is trying to say. Why I
Unknown POV Bang, bang, bang, the sound coming towards me. I know this one all too well. His fist hits the wall as he strides towards me, a look of pure evil spread across his face. His black eyes show no emotion at all. Just a void of nothingness. I knew I messed up when the alarm was sounding too long and then me and my big loud mouth. There's not that many stairs to walk down so it was never long before he was down here and approaching the back corner where I am."Hello Demonic!" I say with the most pleasant voice. "my, my, my well aren't we looking as pretty as ever."! I sarcastically add.I know I shouldn't poke the bear as the saying goes but if I'm already in shit, might as well do it, my style. I'd rather not be punished at all but if I'm going to be it will be for something I have done wrong. Plus then he won't get the satisfaction of me being afraid of him. I came to learn quickly he likes when he smells fear. It fuels his desires, gross and twisted I know but I won't ever
Unknown POV As I drive into the gates of the pack school leaning over my steering wheel slightly to look around as I do. It seems smallish and could use some TLC but all in all, letting out a soft sigh it's another school, another pack, another introduction. I hated the new kid speech I was told to give at every school I went to, in every class I had on the first day. This is school, four in two years. I don't know why we keep moving around or moving packs but my mother's a healer and my father a Gamma ranked wolf. So at least we get it a little easier when we transition into the packs, and we are welcomed.Sitting in my thoughts I smelt something that now has my attention and I'm on high alert. Something that smelled and seemed off but familiar. Like I've spelt it before but can't place when and where I've smelt it and what it is, just that I know it's dangerous. If that makes sense. It wasn't the normal smell of different wolves and sweat and perfume. No. It was like drying seaweed
Unknown POV The first two periods went by like a daze, this one was dragging out so badly. They always bore me, but this one today was.way worse than usual because I seem to know the answers to the questions before the teacher asks them. She just repeats everything. To old fashioned and predictable she is, I giggle to me. Miss Ava while younger than most is to off in la-la land most of the time so we all just read or to have conversations and Mr Hamlock well he is way too old. Never shaves, never showers, and never does any teacher or anything for that matter. Just says "get out the booklet and do the pages until it's done"! Closes his eyes and snores so loud we aren't sure how Mrs Clamington has heard him. As the principal you'd think she'd be onto it. This teacher though it is a little Strange. Miss Alice is her name but we haven't had her before. She introduced herself as the sub for our usual teacher, Mrs Claminton was with her but, I don't know it seems odd. Shaking my head, I'
Unknown POV I glanced up at the clock on the wall just as I left the classroom in a hurry. 2:50pm, ok I have an hour before lock in, as I call it. I don't have a phone, or even a watch, Demonic... I laugh to myself what a name honestly his parents must have thought he was a demon child just like he is as an old man. I swear with a name like that they hated him, they had to. No one would name their child that... would they? I pounded for a moment. I don't even think that is his real name but it's what I have been made to call him, I think to myself as I walk towards my locker.I look up slightly as I get closer to my locker not wanting to bump into anyone or give them an excuse to hit me or to insult me. I walk with my head down a lot. I don't like being stared at as everyone knows what I am, and I don't like making eye contact. The whispers and their thoughts are bad enough. I just want to shrink into myself most of the time. As soon as I do I know what they are thinking. Mind readi