g sends the ceremony into quick disperse and I'm dragged away by Santo's pack and ushered into

everyone present. Juan exploded magnificently at the possibility that our future Alpha just

me almost invisible and made no real friends, all with my eye on one goal of escaping this place without any noise. Only to be put

god damn reversable, and not a small thing that can get brushed aside and me sent on

we fight it. That's how this works, everyone knows that. If I leave, I'll crave for him for the rest of my life, until it pushes me to insanity or even dea

to a bright corridor. The men charged with bringing me here are being less than hospitable with their shoving me around and manhandling me cruelly. I feel like I'm covere

s rising, and having to deal with this new trauma of semi kidnapping. I feel like I'm tra

ff my feet and skidding into the wall. Burning pain engulfing my cheek and eye socket as I groan it out, and spreads across my head and down my neck, rendering me sense

nding her fingers around my throat like a crazed psycho. In my panic I lash back to defend myself, but she's bigger and stronger and the glow of amber in her eyes tell me she's on the verge of turning. She's another of the pack who turned young and has her gifts well under control whil

aut and alert, as though he's ready to take her on, and I'm not sure it won't go that way. Females when angry tend to turn and attack, even people they love. It's how disputes are resolved most of the time among wolves. Physical fights are the n

desperately, the noise prickling at my ears so I wince in reaction with an 'ahhh' and grasp to

soul, my soul... did you never pay attention in class?" He sounds as mad as her now and he throws a look back dow

y in this guy, and it renders me mute as I let him pull me to my feet. That heat and transference of sparks at the slight touch makes me jump, and that familiar urge to need more of him,

et him and Carmen have been a steady thing for a long time, so I guess he feels like this is somehow cheating on her. She watches like a hawk; I can feel her hatred b

a second, the pure heartbreak in her tone gets at me, cutting me in the chest, and I'm a little sorry for her. Not really knowing what love feels like, or wh

nd I find myself staring at the floor guiltily as though some

ls quickly, knowing when not to question or argue, even if her face gives away the pain in what he said. Alpha's have a tone, reserved for times when pack animals won't obey. It somehow renders us mute and makes us do what i

I have to look away again, too pulled towards him for my own liking and nod shyly. No control over his effect on me and I don't like th

urse myself out for sounding as weak as his pack always labelled me. It's no

not going t

side my mind and not verbally. We're not supposed to be able to do that whe

an yo

d then inhale sharply as I realize, I just did the same thin