Dex reacted instantly, slamming on the gas as he swerved into the center lane. We narrowly missed a little maroon Buick, whose nasal sounding horn blared down the highway.
Before the vehicle could fully regain its balance, Carson lifted herself out the minivan and onto the ledge of the window. My heart stuttered a few beats as I heard the deafening sound of a gun being shot.
Bullets peppered the dark colored SUV that drove along side of us. They swerved to the right, but it seemed we weren't the only ones with a bullet proof vehicle. The SUV veered right, trying to run us onto the shoulder.
"Fuck." Carson snarled, tearing the visor off her head and chucking it out the window. "They're boxing us in. If you don't act fast, Dex, we're screwed."
When Dex's grip on the steering wheel turned white knuckled, I knew I wasn't going to like what happened next. Dex lifted his head and eyed the four of us in the rearview mirror, his eyes straying to me last.
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When all of my senses were blocked; it was the emotions I felt. They were at their rawest; churning seas of rage and disgust, boiling lakes of hatred and desperation. Those festering, poisonous emotions bubbled beneath my skin, picking and scratching as they fought past my control.Floating in that darkness, with nothing but those carnal emotions guiding my thoughts; I couldn't remember why I was holding them back in the first place; why I shied away from what I could do.My powers weren't beautiful or inspiring, they were blunt and vicious. Unashamed of the death and destruction they could cause. No matter how dark my abilities were, there was this voice in the back of my head that told me only brutality would win this war; only rage would end Marcus Novak's life.As those last shreds of fear and shame left my mind, I unleashed the hail storm of emotions on the guards that had invoked them. I wished more than anything I could give them the full scope of my ange
"Tell me, what did you pick up from Athena?" Mera asked, breaking the silence that I knew wouldn't last long. There were too many questions on our end, and both Isaiah and Mera could feel our rising curiosity.We were in the dark colored SUV now, humming down the road we had once stood on as we neared Isaiah and Mera's pack. The faint scent of cherries and tobacco wafted from the front of the vehicle, where two dark clothed guards sat.It was a bit of an awkward fit, with Tori sitting next to Mera and Isaiah, but I refused to let her take another vehicle. I was no stranger to how it feels when you lose both a mate and a best friend. It was something I wasn't willing to risk again, even if we were headed to safety. Tori didn't seem to mind, and actually liked Mera as much as I.My mind strayed to what Mera had asked of me. It was difficult, giving a loose interpretation of a person based on just a few seconds of information. At times, someone's emotions were a di
Both Tori and I obliged, clearly wanting to hear more of what she might say. "Things come to her at random, but do not press her too hard. Simple, straightforward questions. She becomes overwhelmed easily, and it takes hours to calm her down." Mera frowned, gazing ahead to where Sabine tiptoed into the kitchen, her movements smooth and silent. "Just as well, do not say Novak seniors name. It triggers something in her, a vision--or perhaps a memory. All I know, is it is horrible enough to cause her to harm herself. So, speaking his name around her is forbidden." "You're alright with us asking her some questions?" I asked, just a tad surprised, even with the boundaries she had set in place. I could feel how much Mera loved her sister, how devoted she was to seeing to her every whim. Sabine had been through so much in those ten years, most of which I'm sure she couldn't talk about, and Mera was determined to make up for every second of it. It was why she let Sab
The plan since arriving in Mera and Isaiah’s pack had been to get the four of us back home safely in time for the inevitable war, which could easily happen at any second.Now that not one, but three deadly werewolves were coming for me, we had a time limit to our plans.Three days, we would have to leave in two.That meant not onlycoming up withan evacuation plan, but Mera and Isaiah had to make plans of their own. Just as Sabine had said; the Assassin and Hound had finally come, and Chaos followed."Are you going to come with us willingly, Aurora?" The Assassin spoke first, her voice a delicate falsetto. "Your little magic won't work on me, but I'd love to see you try."Something at the very pit of my stomach told me not to use my abilities on her. I didn’t have those punch you in the gut feelings very often, but this was one I couldn’t ignore.The way she sang my name sent a shiver down my spine, which I suppressed with gritted teeth. She plucked a knife from one of the straps around her leg and held it in her hand. Her glossy auburn hair was tightly pulled back, wrapped in a braid at the base of her neck.She only reminded me of the blade I had as well, given to me by Isaiah before he had left with Mera. It was a kind gesture considering I barely had a clue on how to use the thing. Either way, if the Assassin got her hands on me, this blade could quicChapter 113
"Really, there's no reason to be this difficult." Marcus sighed, genuinedisappointmentin his flat, blue eyes. "You've lost, Aurora. This scheme of yours to invent a new world has failed, you have failed.What'sbest for you and your mates, is to pick up the shattered pieces of your failure and turn them into something better.""And you--you'rewhat'sbetter?" I croaked, rage and malice searing the edges of my words. My head throbbed from the Assassin's magic, forcing dark spots to creep at the edges of my vision. "All of that power has given you a big head, Marcus. Wehaven'tlost anything. I'm one person, there are countless more out there who will see you removed." As soon as the words left my lips, she dug her fingers into my arm, the icy claws of her magic latching onto me instantly. Cold flooded my senses, burning and aching as it sapped what little strength I had. "Ariana, do I need to inform you that you are violating a direct order?" Zayne drawled in a bored, yet professional tone. His piercing blue eyes bore holes into her face, but conveyed not an ounce of concern for my well-being. Part of me was terrified that this wasn't just good acting, that the indifference in his eyes was placed there, built from years of practice. After a few long seconds, Ariana released me. I had just a few seconds to wonder if her abilities affected all white wolves the same way, before my legs gave out and I fell to the floor. My head was swimming, a steady drum beat as it throbbed miserably. "Don't play boss, Zayne. It certainly doesn't suit you." Ariana snickered, sending me a dark look that made me bite back a wickChapter 115
I stared at them for what felt like hours, even though all we had were seconds together.Onyx eyes filled with worry, voices thick and raspy with emotion. Neither looked sickly or sleep deprived. If anything, they looked...bigger? There wasn't the time to sit and analyze what had changed but I swore their muscles seemed more defined, hardened like the blood thirsty determination in their eyes.Once I was positive I wasn't hallucinating from the disgusting cake Zayne had given me, my eyes flitted across the small room.Tori and Zayne stood against the wall, a quiet and rushed conversation between the two. Zayne's eyebrows were gnashed together, and the sight of some kind of emotion on his face made my chest flutter.Those three seconds were all the twins could give me before I was pulled from the bed and into two sets of arms. Neither one squeezed too hard, but held me to their chests in an iron clad grip that no white wolf could break.Three heartb