n's

t at the rain-soaked trees, droplets of wa

istract myself with, but the cloud outside seemed to ha

hin nature itself. Thus, we lived in a mansion on the outskirts of a forest. Th

laughed loudly at the head of the table as his mate, Char

er would be the deat

s one of the elite of the Werewolves in New Orleans high society; they were happy , every

le like milk left too long,

mily's faces begin to warp in horror as a firm hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder from behind; I turned sharply, and what I saw mad

alized as I fell backward on my father's body, still in wolven form,

ter

across the marble floor like rubies on beach sand . Gla

e violently from my memories, I s

eavy; the tang smell

yes looking concerned as he handed

ook a swig, inhaling before

tered softly, "holing yourself in

old man doesn

t mind, but I have a very bad reputation."Demon Alpha", they call me. Going ou

's a bad thing", Mal

I laughed, "besides ,I have a meeting with the

scotch back to him," Would you be attend

" I don't need a

tend the yearly Lycan bonding ceremony and five times

he insisted as he paused

," Good thing I'

om the city's bustling streets, but I preferre

e 'Demon Alpha.' A portly man in his forties, he wiped a sheen of cold sweat

ow, but I could feel his h

to meet he

, trying and failing to compose himself, "It's

ised my brows

been all over New Orleans; the last place he was si

I whispered to Malakai , as I leaned ag

asked, feeling

iew," I simply said, "I have a

, Larry grabbed me by

l emanating from my wolf through me

, shou.. shouldn't we be the

is hands dropped back at his sides," Goodbye, mayor," I mut

ind themselves as unwilling prey. They were the most dangerous part of the city and the only place where no one would recognize me du

ging crimson paint across my face, neon lights dancing across the crowded room. W

g roughly, hands tangled tightly in each other's hair as

towards me, and grinning stupidly

" one of them crooned, stroking o

arry on, don't

slowly towards me, "Why? You

ned, "I s

she continued, "Are you an

ly against the railing, as I gazed at the revel

with a snort, her lover cradling her h

oth throats open if they showed ev

ght, and was about to dro

her back like a waterfall in the dark as she swung her hea

her blue eyes sparkled like the s

und by anything

as if she was the very center of t

r away from the dancing, I could make out bruises on her arms. They were faint, healed, but as an

ations, I see

ger, so hard that they were beginning to bend and screec

was I

d no