I was expecting to be sizzled, incinerated for daring to speak ill about a member of the pack, but instead what I got was a childlike giggle that left me looking at the woman with my mouth partially open. Her humorous reaction surprised me. So not everyone is stiff like Ass in this pack. “Well, you described him aptly, but you should cut him some slacks. Chase has been through enough. Life hasn't been easy on him.”The emotions behind her words were one of fondness and understanding, something I couldn't bring myself to feel for the pompous ass. Being in his haughty, and snobbish presence does not make you feel fondness let alone understanding, rather it feels you with a hungry feeling to throttle him. “What happened?”“For someone you dislike so much you sure ask a lot questions about him.”“Don't tease Frost,” I scolded my wolf, who rolled her eyes in response. “Auch!” I exclaimed not expecting the needle prick that came when the doctor gave me the injection. I have been so distr

Being naked in public is part of werewolf culture and not something we are ashamed of, and that is not to say that there aren't any wolves who has some reserves about it. I saw Dustin cast a glance or two at me as I got naked but I pretended not to see it. My only indication being the small smug smirk that pulled at my lips at the thought of him loving what he saw. When we were down to bare skin we started to transform. It has always been a painful process, but I have been doing it for six years so the pain has become part of me. Every wolf transforms at the age of thirteen, but I did mine earlier just like I have done everything else in my life. I said my first words when I was eight months, crawled when I was four, and walked by the time I was nine months. My mother used to tease that I was in a hurry to grow up. Maybe if I had known that this was what the future held I would have taken it easy. The sound of our transformation echoed around us, and like a blink of an eye our respe

He has a nice laughter. Deep and manly, even though his appearance is more like a boy. I wondered at his age, and decided to find out. “How old are you?”“Didn't anyone ever tell you that it is rude to ask a man his age?” His brown eyes twinkled at me letting me know that he was joking. I joked back. “I believe that is my line.”“Does that mean that I won't be getting a number in return if I tell you mine?” He arched a thick brow at me. I smirked at him. “I am not that old to be hiding my age.”“Seventeen.”“What! You look older.”“Auch,” he hand clutched his chest as he feigned being in pain. “I meant that as a compliment,” I tried to defend myself in a high pitch note, at the same time laughing at his exaggeration. I laughed harder when one of his brow climbed higher than the other and he said. “In what planet does telling someone that he looks older than his age sound like a compliment?”His tone was playfully sarcastic.“In the planet of young men. Most boys take it as a complim

I haven't been allowed up and about since my arrival in this pack, so I have had minimal contact with the members of the pack, except for the ruling house, the good doctors and some servants who brought me thing. So I haven't met this ex he keeps mentioning, but from the way he talks about her it looks like she really did a number on him. A joke to lighten him up seemed like the appropriate response. Sad expression doesn't look good on him. I like him all confident and full of zeal, not the insecure him, doubting himself. "I wasn't asking for a relationship," I teased, wearing a smug smirk, and a cheeky grin in my eyes. I expected him to laugh at my words, and then brighten up, thereby breaking the moody ice. The ice was broken alright, but it gave birth to something primal that my thighs clenching together. The look in his eyes darkened, the smolder deepening as he walked slowly in my direction. He looked like a predator on a prowl. My throat grew dry as my eyes followed his slow p

His words sent shivers down my spine and definitely not the good kind. I didn't need to look at him to know that his expression matched the coldness I heard in his voice. They say the best treatment to an evil person is silence. That is what I did. I ignored the devil spawn beside me and focused on the treat that was the food on the table. It was a real buffet. Every dish was represented. Appetizer, main dish, and desert. The carrot cake was looking mightily tasty. I wondered what my host will think if I started with desert. Cake is definitely my thing, and I wouldn't mind having it all the time. The buffet wasn't just on the Alph's table, but on every table in the room. I wondered if this is how they eat every damn night, or is there a special occasion that I didn't know about. I wished Dustin was seating beside me. I got questions, and I sure as hell not asking Satan here beside me. Who is also doing an amazing job of ignoring my existence. Something he went extra length to make su