Quinn Glover’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Yesterday, I was a timid little girl who made no demands, but something flipped between then and now. Even the way I spoke to Missus Lowry was unusual for me. I had no idea where my new-found courage came from. I didn't even know the voice that told me I was Alpha-descendent. I just knew I liked it, and I had no intention to back down ever again. I was sick and tired of others telling me what I could and could not do. I used to be so quiet. I always knew my place. Like a trapped little mouse, I always tried to hide and shy away from others, always tried to please them. I was so sick of it. I didn’t want to be quiet and in my place anymore. “Thomas Shelby is an Alpha of the north. He’s not part of Prince Troy’s kingdom," Raf finally said. "You are a princess of the east, you can’t just walk in there and demand to take your brothers." I turned on my guard. “Where is Dexter Maree from?” “Also the north,” Raf said. “So I’m from the nort

Troy Before I went to the hospital, I changed out of my expensive suit and into a non-descript pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I crouched in the bushes outside the large, grey and white building, concentrating on one of my darker powers. Wolves called it shadowing. It was one of the rarest talents and also the most difficult to control and master, even for those that were born with the ability. When I was ready, I left my hiding place behind and strolled across the road to the hospital. If I let my concentration slip for just a moment, I’d be exposed and would have to turn back. I couldn’t afford to lose my focus for even a split second. I entered through the front doors with all the confidence of someone who belonged there. A nurse stopped me and gave me a big smile, “Mister Bailey,” she said. “It’s late. Who are you here to see?” I didn’t answer her. The moment I spoke, I’d lose concentration and break the spell. I walked straight past her and stopped to look over my sh

Quinn One of the Lycans grabbed me by the upper arm and roughly dragged me back to the car. He opened the backdoor and shoved me inside. I landed between the front- and backseats, knocking my forehead very hard on the floor. Dazed from the blow to my head, I struggled to my hands and knees, before grabbing the seat and pulling myself onto it. I touched my brow and winced when I felt the edges of a bump the size of an egg. I rolled onto my back and stared at the dark roof of the sedan. I had no idea what would happen next. Maybe that was for the best. Elize still lay curled up in the space between the passenger seat and the dashboard, sniffling and whimpering softly. Guilt started to gnaw at my guts. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to her. “Why?” she asked through her tears. “I got you into this mess.” “You didn’t. I wanted to do it. You don’t know about this world. I knew this could happen, and I did it anyway. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t help you.” “Why did you help me?” Elize

Troy I was a little surprised by the power behind Quinn’s blow. Her wolf felt my presence, and she was slowly making her way to the surface, made evident by how hard she struck me. Quinn had no idea yet what was going on, and she was completely out of control, but I couldn’t let her do what she wanted. Young, inexperienced wolves had a tendency to develop nasty habits if someone wasn’t around to temper them. Usually, all this would have happened when she was a teenager, surrounded by her pack for support and guidance, prepared from birth for the awakening of her wolf. It was harder on wolves that had no one. I didn’t lie when I told her that the only thing stopping me from rejecting her was the fact that she couldn't control herself. That, and the promise I made to Shawn. I would have torn myself to pieces and sent her packing with her two million dollars before I traded Elize for her safety - it was the only way I could spare both girls, but in the end, I had very few options, and

QuinnI sat on my bed, staring at the dresser next to the open window. I had an insane desire to leap through that window to freedom, but I’d fall to a sure and painful death if I did.When I woke up, I found my door locked, and when I called out no one answered or even acknowledged my existence. Panic threatened to engulf me, but before it could overwhelm me, I reminded myself that this was not my childhood home, I wasn't lockied in the closet, and sooner or later, someone would come to get me.My best guess was that Troy was punishing me for what I had done. I hadn’t seen him since we got home late this morning and he staggered off into the mansion without so much as a goodbye.I got up to shower, dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt, then sat in the window, and gazed out at the terraced garden in the back. If I looked closely and squinted just right, I could see the overgrown road that led to the manned gate in the back.Someone knocked on the door and the scent of