Wolf #1: The Pack [COMPLETED]

Sneak Peak: The Wolf Book 2

Finally, she speaks, "Serani..."

"What did you dream of?"

Sashi's blazing, golden pupils searches the room, as if she is searching for someone who isn't there, "I found her."

Serani's blood goes ice cold. She looks at her charge in disbelief, "Where?"

"The Death Prophet," She shuts her eyes as exhaustion washes over her again, "Iphigenia speaks to me. She's...somewhere in Breccia."

"The Western Oregon Pack in America?" There has been recent activity from Orion there, so it doesn't come as much a surprise. But it is most certainly a concern.

"We must send for her, sister," Sashi whispers, sinking into the guard's arms and falling asleep, "She's...not safe anymore..."

"Is it Orion?" Serani asks urgently but Sashi's eyes only flutter shuts. With a whisper that was barely noticeable, she frightens her sister with the next words she utters...Orion...Kaltain.

Serani pulls the blankets over the small, Indian woman. She stays by her side for hours, sending the priestesses away when they come for their leader. She needs her rest.

But most of all, she needs her Missing Prophet.

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I scream into my hands, teeth digging into my flesh as I try to muffle the sound. The pain sears through my mind but I can't stop. I curl up into a ball, bowing in defeat.

Death crawls along my skin like a disease. I'm cursed, infected. And it rubs off onto the people around me.

Steph's hand lies on my shoulder, her voice thick with her own tears, "Amelia, it's okay."

Cynbel kneels beside her, along with Tara. They stare at me in sympathy, reaching out and grasping my shoulder too. Iphigenia howls in mourning with me, piercing my insides like bullets.

"Leave!" I shriek, cupping my hands over my ears. I want them all to go away! I don't want to be surrounded by anymore death. "Leave me alone! Leave!"

The door opens and I feel arms wrap around me. Jace. He pulls my hands from my face, staring at the tears that dribble down my cheeks. I bow my head and wail. Because they're gone. Grief pours through me like I'm a fountain—nothing but misery and darkness overflows from my eyes and my mouth.

I am shrouded in darkness.

I am Death.

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He only raised an eyebrow at me, "Are you alright, little wolf?"

"Even if I answered that, what good would it do? It's not like anyone can help me through this but myself," I turned away to go back to the backroom. I was in a horrendous mood, so I was going to lock myself up there until I was sociable again.

But Adrian had other plans. His hand caught my shoulder and stopped me dead in my tracks. The heat of his palm flourished through the thick material of my flannel and reddened my face. I didn't turn around. If I did then I was going to do something I would regret later.

He stepped closer. His chest wasn't quite pressed against mine, but he was close enough that I was consumed by his heat. My mind went blank as the smell of honey and liquorice invaded my senses.

"You're not alone, little wolf." His murmur was low and enticing. I could feel the way his lips moved just by hearing him whisper. Again, I shut my eyes. But my mind went nowhere but here. My fingertips tingled in anticipation as I waited for his hand to slip over mine. Instead, he said, "You won't ever be so long as you don't put on that silver bracelet."

My eyes opened. That wasn't what I expected him to say, but it was something I needed to hear. He was right. I always seemed to forget that Iphigenia and I were in this together.

As if she could sense my heart swell up for her, my Wolf wagged her tail lazily. She was still resting, but I could see some energy spark in her eyes as we peered at one another through my mind's eye.

"Thank you," I whispered to him over my shoulder. When I glanced at him, I was captured by the gravity of his gaze. I gingerly touched his cheek and I turned towards him.
Our eyes began to shut as we tilted our heads towards one another, "Adrian..."

He drew away quickly. I barely caught my balance and looked up at him with wide eyes.

The bridge of his nose was dusted with red, but he spoke firmly, "Don't, little wolf."

"I know..." I looked down at my clasped hands, "I just got caught up—"

"Don't—not with me." His words stung like his tongue was an angry wasp, "You're young—you don't know what you want, or who."

"Excuse me—"

The door opened and I jumped away from him. Mallory sprinted to me. Her eyes were frantic. I looked back at Adrian, terrified that we had been caught. But she only grabbed my hands and began to tug me towards the door.

"We need to leave. Now," She demanded as she dragged me.

"Mallory—Mallory!" I tugged free of her. She looked at me. She was running on adrenaline—her pupils were blown out and her Wolf was surging forward. "What's wrong? Did something happen at the ritual?"

"They had their minds open to any rituals. She got into my mind," Mallory pulled at her hair, like she still wasn't able to comprehend whatever had happened, "I didn't...I didn't know they could do that."

"Who are you talking about?" Adrian stepped towards us.

I stared at Mallory as my stomach dropped, "The Order."

Mallory looked up at me again, "Amelia. Sashi knows you're here. They're coming for you."