Chapter 1

At just fourteen years old Lilac Einar made a greivous mistake. Using her ability, a magic forbidden by her kind, she commited an irreversible crime. Trusting her best-friend and the only boy she'd ever loved, future Alpha Nox Griffin, she turns herself in believing he'll listen to her side of the story. Nox Griffin's betrayal shatters their lifelong friendship and the budding feelings between the two. For her crimes, Lilac Einar is sentenced to a lifetime of servitude at the infamous Lycan's Training Camp, a place where only the elite are sent. From then on, torture, pain, and blood are all Lilac knows. Not a day goes by where Lilac doesn't think about her home, and the revenge she'd someday take on the people who wronged her. After four long years, Lilac finally finds her opportunity. She has many names to cross off her list, and at the very top is the only boy she ever loved: Nox Griffin.

Chapter 0001

For as long as I lived, I would never forget that day.

It was the day the people I considered my friends—my family, failed me irreparably. The day that the life that I knew and loved was ripped out from under my feet, splintered like the deck of a mighty ship, leaving me to drown in the ferocious waves below.

This was the day I learned the sheer power of betrayal and how it can motivate a person to endure anything.

The shackles around my wrists were heavy. Cold against the burnt flesh that spanned my wrists. Just as my skin would start to heal, scabbing over in rough patches caked with dried blood, the silver would brush up against them and split them wide open. With every step I took, the chains connected to those shackles rattled, singing a terrible song of agony, death, and unrequited love.

The townspeople parted to let me through, keeping their distance only because the guards standing on either side of me forced them to. I was more than positive if they were allowed, they’d hurl stones and throw fists, shouting words just as painful as their blows.

If only they knew that had I wanted to, I could’ve broken free.

These were the people that had watched me grow up, that had stood on their front porches waving as their children and I walked to school each day. How quickly they turned on those they considered friend and family, tossing away their narrow-minded ideas of community when it suited their sadistic needs.

I’d never forgive them for this.

I held my head high because that’s what Einar (AY-NAR) women did. Turning my nose up at the crowd like I was better than them because I knew the truth.

It’s what my mother did when the rogues murdered her, uncaring that she was holding my newborn sister against her chest. Using her abilities would’ve saved them both but would also have painted a target on all our backs. One that could never be removed. It was their sacrifice that granted me life—a life I threw away for something as fickle as love.

The one solace I had to this entire situation was a double-edged blade. One poised at my throat, pressing hard enough to draw blood that only I could see. Once this was all over, I’d be with my mother and sister. I’d walk into the Moon Goddesses arms, my head held high, and tears buried beneath silent rage.

…but my father.

Titus Einar, the one man that believed me, that loved me despite the crime I committed. He’d spend the rest of his life mourning me, just like he mourned my mother and sister.

The mere thought of my father made my eyes sting with tears. They would never know the pleasure of falling, of drying against pale skin, leaving salty kisses behind.

I scanned the crowd, my neutral expression carefully composed and perfectly in place. Disappointment battered me upside the head when I failed to see his broad shoulders and long blonde hair, but I couldn’t blame him.

What person on this Goddess-forsaken earth would want to attend their only daughter’s execution?

I was led through the clamoring crowd, shoved past their hateful words that ricocheted off my skin like spitballs, and into the city court room.

Even though I’d spent my entire life in this pack, I’d never been in this building before. There was never a need to come here.

The guards flanking me bypassed the security check-in, escorting me around the metal detectors and to a series of large double doors. Seeing as I’d been locked in a cell for the past three days, there was no need to check me for weapons. Hell, the scraps of cloth they called clothing didn’t even have pockets.

I knew which room we were going to by the sound of chattering coming from within.

Part of me wanted to snort when I was escorted into the largest, grandest court room I’d ever seen. Of course, Alpha Oliver would take every opportunity to make a spectacle out of this.

Even my bastard of an Alpha, who was among the many that had watched me grow up, hadn’t believed me when I tried to explain myself.

No one had. Not even him.

The moment I entered the court room, I could feel his eyes on my face. They had a weight to them that no one else seemed to have, inciting a pressure that rippled over the skin and caused one to shudder.

Despite everything—despite every way he failed me, I could not stop myself from meeting his eyes.

Nox Griffin, my best-friend, the boy I harbored a secret love for, and the son of our illustrious Alpha.

He stared at me from the podium where he stood proudly beside his father, his eyes a bright whirlpool that sucked me in only to spit me back out. Just the sight of him cracked the mask I’d spent three days crafting.

How could you, Nox? I wanted to cry out.

Everything I did—everything—it was all for you.

He looked so much like his father, rigid and immovable with hair darker than the prison cell I’d been thrust into, an expression of malice on his face where there had once been fondness. I clung to the scraps of my mask because without them I knew I’d cry.

A gavel rang out, clashing against wood and echoing in the courtroom until every witness in attendance grew silent.

I stared at Nox unblinkingly, showing him with my eyes the horrible mistake he’d made.

I take back the love I gave you, Nox Griffin.

I take back the future I pictured for us.

I take back the mate-bond I prayed to the Goddess for.

I take it all back.

This one last time, I let myself drink him in. I traced the lines of his plump rose petal lips, ones I never had the pleasure of kissing but had often dreamt about. His shoulders, which had filled out more over the summer, along with the mop of unruly hair on his head, so thick and soft that I’d often tug at it every chance I got.

When his father began speaking, I was forced to look away.

“I, Alpha Oliver Griffin, have gathered you all here today to sentence Ms. Lilac Einar for her heinous crimes against this pack.” He addressed the crowd, sweeping his pale eyes over every one of their faces.

Murmuring rang out, rippling along the crowd that sat in rows at the back of the room and on the shoulders perched on small balconies overlooking the courtroom.

“Lilac Einar, do you confess to the murder of Beta Silas Whitlock?” Alpha Oliver asked in a steady voice that made me want to roll my eyes.

Your mate would watch Nox and I after school when my dad was busy at work. She’d make us little sandwiches and give us juice boxes, watching with starry eyes as we played. Yet now you stand here with wariness in your eyes, because now—now you finally see me for what I am.

A threat you cannot contain.

A threat no one can contain.

So many memories, so many chances for them all to just listen to me, but they never did. They saw a fraction of what I could do and let the fear of it swallow them whole, stealing away their memories and reason.

“Yes.” I replied, chin raised and voice just as eerily calm.

I hid my disgust for that wretched name beneath a carefully crafted façade of heartlessness.

There was nothing more for me to say. This wasn’t a place to express yourself, or to make notions of innocence. No, this courtroom was created for one thing—dishing out sentences. And there wasn’t a person in this pack who didn’t know the punishment for murder.

Alpha Oliver nodded to the gasping crowd as if to say, ‘See? See what this girl has done?’

I didn’t react, didn’t dare turn around to where Beta Silas’s family sat. I could feel the daggers his son, daughter, and mate were thrusting into my back. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter. Their father’s name was carved where no one could see, deeper than flesh and bone, right down to the soul.

“As Alpha of the Midnight Falls Pack, your punishment for murdering a beloved member of this community is—”

“Wait! Please, wait.” A voice interrupted.

I knew that voice and knew it well. It was the one that would sing me lullabies as a child, gruff and husky but full of so much warmth that I’d never gone a moment in my life without feeling it’s gentle touch.

“Father.”

My mouth opened, forming the word, but no sound came out.

In all of his six-foot glory, my father rushed into the courtroom through the side door. His long hair was unbound, showing me he’d been in a hurry to get here. The dress shirt he wore was crumpled, as was his slacks. He wasn’t the type to wear suits. Mom was the one who would knot the tie around his neck, which is exactly why he wasn’t wearing one right now. This wasn’t unusual for him, but the sight managed to bring a smile to my face.

That’s what my father was. Light, undying warmth, and the only joy I had left in this bleak, miserable world.

“Titus, I understand this is difficult for you, but you must obey the rules of this court.” Alpha Oliver stared down at my father, but the indifference on his face wavered when looking into the eyes of the man he considered his closest friend.

“Oli—Alpha Oliver…” My father corrected himself, clearing his throat. “You make the rules here. Please, I beg you. All I’m asking is for you to hear me out.”

Slowly, without looking at the muttering crowd, Alpha Oliver nodded.

Rage bubbled beneath my skin, charring my insides until I was sure my next exhale would be tinged with smoke. If only that had worked for me. If only they had stopped and listened to me instead of tossing me into a cell, locking me away in the dark.

My father, the man who swallowed his grief and showered the only daughter he had left with unconditional love, looked our Alpha in the eye and said the unspeakable.

“I ask to take my daughter’s place.”

Gasps rang out, exploding across the courtroom in echoes of pure shock and panic. I barely heard them above the sound of blood rushing to my ears.

Nox’s eyes were on my face, the waves in his gaze churning viciously as they fought to pull me in, but I couldn’t look away from my father.

“Father, no—” I cried out, my heart shriveling in my chest.

He whipped around, eyes blazing with both fury and love, and I knew then that it wasn’t only my heart that was breaking. His was too.

“Silence, Lilac.” He bellowed harshly.

No one else would know that this man had never, ever raised his voice to me in my entire fourteen years on this earth.

Alpha Oliver’s eyes flickered between open and closed, blinking away the shock that mirrored in the faces of everyone in this room. Everyone who couldn’t quite comprehend how far my father was willing to go for me.

“Titus, you can’t possibly—”

It was then that my father, one of the world’s most prolific warriors with an ability so brutal he had long ago locked it away, fell to his knees.

“Oliver, I beg you. As your friend. As—As the man that saved your son’s life. Please, please do not take my daughter from this world. She is all I have left. I cannot live in a world where she is gone. Let me stand in her place. Take my life but spare hers.”

One tear, one singular tear crested my lower lid and trickled down my cheek as I watched my father beg for my life.

The man whose past was so terrible that my mother and I became the beacon’s that kept his darkness at bay, the one that still to this day would wake in the middle of the night screaming at invisible enemies hiding in the shadows, was offering his life in exchange for my own.

With nothing left to lose, my eyes snapped up and met Nox’s, who had been watching me this entire time.

If you let him do this, there will be no prison on this earth that will keep me from you. Even love won’t be strong enough to stop me. I will kill you, Nox.

I prayed to the Moon Goddess above that my plea—my threat made it through. That somehow the boy I’d loved with every fiber of my being heard my words and cared enough to listen.

“Titus, old friend. What you’re asking me for…I—I cannot accept.”

The only time I’d ever seen Alpha Oliver torn was the night his mate, Nox’s mother, was killed. His face held the same haunted expression, staring down at his closest friend, as it did when he carried his wife’s lifeless body to the pack hospital.

“Oliver—” My father began, but our Alpha raised his hand and cut his words short.

“Let me finish, Titus.” Alpha Oliver said not unkindly.

His eyes swiveled to where I stood and that speck of emotion vanished, evaporating like water on scalding pavement.

“Lilac Einar, this one time I will act against the best interests of my people, for the only friend I have ever had the honor of calling brother. You are hereby exiled from this pack and ordered to live out your days as a servant for the Lycan’s, our kinds most brutal clan of warriors. You will be ushered from this room directly onto the next flight to their training camp where you will remain until your final breath.” Alpha Oliver commanded. “Tonight, when you look up at the sky and feel the moonlight seep into your skin, I want you to remember one thing. It is not the Goddess you should thank, but your father.”

I didn’t have time to process my sentencing or what it meant for me. The court erupted in outrage, exploding in screaming matches directed to the podium at which I stood. Words were hurled, slicing through the air and cutting into my skin.

The guards standing at my sides grabbed hold of my arms, the chains swaying as they lifted me a foot off the ground. I barely registered that I was fighting against them until I locked eyes with my father.

I needed to say goodbye, to thank him for giving so much, for loving me more than he loved himself.

I’d like to think that the Moon Goddess heard my prayer, and that she was responsible for my father’s voice floating into my head, the phantom touch of his love brushing against my thoughts.

‘The Lycan’s camp is a brutal, terrible place that many do not survive. Remember what I have taught you. Hide in the shadows, learn what you need to make it another day. You are mighty, my beautiful Lilac. You have my strength and your mother’s cunning. You must use them to survive this.

It is of the utmost importance that you never use your abilities. This alone is crucial. Death would be a kinder fate than what they would do to you if they found out the full extent of your power.

We will meet again, daughter. We will meet at the place where the moonlight and water touch, and when that time comes, our family will be whole again.”

Chapter 0002

Four Years Later

“Worm! Get your ass over here!” The one voice I hated more than anyone else’s screeched.

It was much raspier than I’d ever heard from another she-wolf, if one could even call Harriet a she-wolf. I liked to think of her as a toad. A fat, wart-riddled toad that couldn’t stop itself from croaking every single chance it got. Unfortunately, she was a poisonous toad, and I had no choice but to bow to her every whim or risk becoming her next victim.

I’d made that mistake four months in and learned the hard way when she punched me so hard I took an involuntary three-day nap. Wolves with the ability of enhanced strength had a knack at hitting you where it hurt most.

It wasn’t the worst I’ve endured, but it certainly made an impression.

I entered the Trainer’s compound where all of the higher-up’s gathered for circuit week. Harriet stood with her back to me, hunched over the table as she reviewed this year’s circuit map. Her muddy brown hair looked exactly the same as when I’d first met her four years ago, pulled into a bun so tight that I just knew she had chronic headaches.

“Yes, Ma’am.” I announced myself, standing erect and holding my breath until my lungs burned with need.

“Have you filled the snake pit yet?” She called over her shoulder, her voice crackling like she’d just smoked a pack of cigarettes.

I gritted my teeth. “No, Ma’am. I was ensuring the spikes along the climbing walls were operating correctly.”

Her fear was ripe and salty as it stained the air.

Snakes—that’s what she feared most. The irony of it was sweet on my tongue, like the chocolate chip pancakes my father would make every single morning. Someday, when revenge was no longer a concept but a reality, I’d use her fear against her.

The phantom pain of silver thorns digging into my flesh speared my mind. Their little circular scars were added to my collection. As though I could still feel the heavy shackles on my wrists, my eyes trailed down to stare at the slightly darkened skin.

“Get on with it then!” Harriet snapped, smacking her meaty hand down on the table. The mess of maps, battle arrangements, and little figurines shuddered upon impact. If she had used her full strength, the table would’ve likely shattered. “We can’t have the second and third Division’s arrive until everything is prepared. Do you understand how poorly that would make us look?”

I rolled my eyes at the back of her head, silently wishing she’d come up with a vicious migraine.

The Circuit is the biggest event, apart from Graduation, that the Lycan’s held. It’s occurred once a year, its location switching between the three divisions. When I first arrived at camp, the event had just come to an end. The next year it was held at the second Division, all the way in Northern Russia, and last year it was held at the third Division in Africa.

Both times I was left behind, forced to stay here in Juneau Alaska while most of the camp left for the other Divisions. As incredible as it would be to visit both the Taiga Forest and Congo’s Rainforest, this was the one time of the year where I was left the hell alone. There were no beatings, no public humiliation, no looking over my shoulder any time I dared to eat, sleep, or shower.

It was the worlds greatest injustice that this year the Circuit would be hosted here, at the first Division.

Lucky me.

Harriet spun around; her spine stiff from the stick she kept lodged up her ass. Her thin, puckered lips were flattened, vanishing since she didn’t have that much to begin with.

“The last thing we need is Phineas Striker on our asses, worm. So help me, if you don’t get this shit done, I’ll tell him exactly who’s at fault. You hear me?” She sneered, barring her yellowed teeth, sending a wave of garlic and curdled milk scented breath my way.

Harriet really needed to lay off the onion and cream cheese bagels.

I waited for my body to react to that name, for a jolt of fear to encase my heart or for my adrenaline to spike, but nothing happened.

“Yes, Ma’am.” I replied with a scathingly fake amount of sincerity.

Her eyes flashed with anger before narrowing into tiny slits.

It was hilarious, really. There probably wasn’t a Werewolf in this world who wasn’t afraid of Phineas Striker. Well, except for me, but I didn’t feel much of anything these days. How could I when this place had beaten, burned, sliced, and diced every emotion from beneath my skin? Each one slipped through my fingers, watering the earth along with my blood until almost nothing was left.

Phineas Striker, a man who spent as much time on his appearance as he did torturing people, was the first Division’s Executive Director, a.k.a. the big man in charge. My first year I’d made the grievous mistake of insulting him. It didn’t matter that I was fourteen years old or that all I’d done was snicker at his perfectly pressed suit and teal handkerchief. He still punished me like I’d committed a war crime.

The memory of being tied against a wooden stake at the center of camp was still fresh in my mind. On bad nights, I could still hear the crack of the whip slicing through the air, and the slap it made as it hit my back.

Ten lashes, and he made me count out loud for each and every one.

It was the last time I allowed them the pleasure of hearing me scream. Now, they see nothing but the monster they turned me into, a vast pit of emptiness so feral and hungry that they know if I were to ever be released, I’d swallow them fucking whole.

In those precarious moments where I hovered between life and death, there was one thing I managed to hold onto, and it alone was what kept me sane.

Vengeance.

Harriet snapped her fingers, then pointed at the ground right in front of her gargantuan feet. Seriously, her combat boot was bigger than my head—something I also learned the hard way.

“Here.” She said curtly. “Now.”

I already knew what was coming, which is why I couldn’t bite back the eager smirk that tugged at my lips. I did as she said and stopped just a foot away from her, my feet planted firmly where she had pointed just three seconds ago. Garlic and rancid cheese surrounded her in an aura of filth.

Harriet cocked her meaty fist back and decked me square in the face.

One wet crunch and a flash of electrifying pain later, and I knew my nose was broken.

Twinkling stars danced behind my eyes even though the warmth of sunlight soaking into my skin told me it was still daytime out. Hot rivulets of blood spilled from my nostrils, tickling my upper lip as it dribbled down my chin and into the grassy floor.

I’d endured worse, so much worse.

Pain was a fickle thing, and at the thought of the more gruesome things I’d endured, it quickly faded into the background.

Harriet’s upper lip quivered spitefully, and not a second later she spat at my feet. Her foaming wad of saliva mixed with the droplets of blood that splattered on top of my busted up athletic shoes.

“If I didn’t need you to finish setting up for the Circuit, I’d backhand you into next Tuesday. Get the hell back to work, worm.”

My smirk deepened, blood filling my mouth.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

After setting my broken nose and washing the blood from my face at one of the water fountains, I made my way to the outskirts of the Camp, past the Mess Hall, Barracks, and the Kitchens, towards the small brick building and rows of wooden sheds that served as our storage facility.

The sun was shining bright overhead and would be for the next sixteen hours since June had just rolled around. I still wasn’t used to Alaska’s strange daylight hours, but I found myself preferring the winter. Despite the fact that I loathed the cold, it was much easier to evade punishment in the dark.

My father taught me from an early age how to use my surroundings to my advantage. I’d never been large or tall in stature, which meant I had to be quick and silent. My true strength, however, is the one thing that would ensure my death.

My abilities.

I peeled the neckline of my ratty sweatshirt away from my chest, scowling down at the splotch of dried blood. Before long, I’d be stealing from the other recruits just to keep myself clothed. As a servant, you did not want to be caught naked around here.

That was just asking for trouble.

Doing laundry was chore since the recruits liked to destroy what little clothing I had. There was a nearby stream I used whenever the chance presented itself, but with the Circuit coming up, I barely had the time to eat and shower.

Nestled directly in between six wooden sheds was a building comprised of auburn brick. It stood out in the winter and blended in during the summer. The Armory, as many called it, was where every blade, sword, and gun was stashed when not in use.

During my first year, I’d snuck in with the hopes of stealing a weapon to protect myself with, but that was before I realized how thoroughly this camp kept track of things. Anytime someone wanted to check out a case of throwing knives, or perhaps a machete or two, they had to be signed in and out.

Stealing weapons around here was an impossibility, which is how I became skilled in the dubious art of shiv whittling.

I patted the waistband of my ratty sweats, making sure it was still there. Approaching the second wooden shed in the row, I plucked the key off its nail and jimmied the door open. The scent of lumber and gasoline permeated the air. It would’ve been pleasant if not for the undertone of hissing coming from the eight large oil barrels inside.

The key remained clenched in the palm of my hand as I entered. A lot had happened my first year here. I’d been knocked out, whipped, beaten, had my hands broken and smashed, among many other things, but one event in particular that stood out the most was when I was ambushed in the storage shed.

I’d been ordered to grab some sparring pads and made the mistake of hanging the key back on it’s hook after unlocking the door. The moment I stepped inside, my stomach contracted with dread. I’d heard the snickers then, but it had been too late. The door was slammed shut, and the lock bolted in place.

It had taken three whole days for someone to find me, and even then I’d been punished for never returning.

Grabbing the metal dolly off the wall, I swatted away the spider webs and got to work wedging the platform beneath the bottom of the first barrel.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not happy about this either.” I said in response to the snakes veracious hissing.

The snake pit was a measly three-minute walk from the sheds. I stuck to the outskirts of the camp, avoiding the recruits as they went to and from their training courses, conserving my energy for what was to come.

Why they couldn’t pick a simple garden snake was beyond me, but what did I know? I was just the help.

Lugging eight giant oil barrels full of venomous snakes was no easy feat, but I relished the burn in my arms and calves. The pain reminded me that I was alive, and that the possibility of revenge was still feasible.

The pit I spent the last month digging was just outside of camp, only a few feet inside the forest. This part of the circuit had four rows of monkey bars stretched over top a long, rectangular pit of what would soon be filled with vicious snakes. The recruits would race through the various traps the circuit had to offer before making it here.

Taking my time, I situated each barrel at the edge of the pit. Using the strap I’d taken from the shed; I wrapped it around the neck of the barrel and looped it so that it couldn’t slip off. I then popped the top off the barrel and hastily shoved the entire thing into the pit, holding onto the straps for dear life.

I’d end myself right here if I had to wade through poisonous snakes to fish out these stupid oil barrels.

It took a few minutes, shimmying the barrel left and right to make sure all of the snakes had gotten out, but I managed to pull it out with zero injuries.

Rubbing my hands together, I stared pointedly at the others.

“One down, seven to go.”

Repeating what I’d done with the first barrel, I worked down the line until each one was empty. The floor of the pit was no longer brown and coarse from compacted dirt but was now a writhing mass of slithery bodies and angry-looking eyes.

“Don’t worry, soon enough you’ll have some juicy recruits to sink your fangs into.” I told them.

A branch snapped in the distance, and I spun around, facing where the sound had come from. The air was heavy with silence that made my finely tuned intuition scream out in danger, flashing its neon signs and effectively turning my insides to mush. There was no fear. Fear was for those who weren’t steeped in rage and brewed in mania.

“How’s about they start with you first?” A voice with a heavy Southern twang called out.

I groaned inwardly, cursing myself for having even the smallest shred of joy that I’d finished this idiotic task without a single injury.

Of all people to come and fuck with me, it had to be Weston Phillips.

He came from the front, all swagger in his muscle tee and cut off jeans. His shit eating grin made the she-wolves swoon, but not me. The man had the sex appeal of a wet sock.

I contemplated making a run for it when two more faces appeared from the brush. After four years in this hellscape I made it a point to remember every face and name of those who hurt me. These two pig-nosed bitches were towards the top of my long list of people to maim, torture, and kill.

Kaylee Smith, who was creeping at me from the left, had thin lips that looked like chewed bubblegum and the laugh of a toothless hyena. To the right was Ivy Davenport, a resident mean girl who I’d made the mistake of laughing at when she claimed her blonde hair was natural.

Nothing about those roots were natural.

Both Weston and Ivy were a bit of a big deal around camp. When a Werewolf had a coveted ability, it gave them more than just bragging rights. Weston here was a shifter, a wolf that could take the form of other animals, while Ivy could cloak the scents of over a dozen wolves. It not only meant they were hot shit to the Lycan’s, but that their pedigree was strong.

“Hah. Funny, West. She’s not even a recruit.” Kaylee sneered, rattling out her high-pitched hyena squeal. “She’s a lowlife servant. An orphan.”

Most of the servants were magicless orphans. They weren’t just at the bottom of the totem pole; they were the dirt it sat upon. That’s what the recruits assumed I was as well, and I never cared to correct them. The only ones who knew the real reason for me being here was Phineas Striker, Harriet, and the Crawford twins.

I shouldn’t strike back, but I really couldn’t help myself. Keeping quiet, being obedient—it just wasn’t possible for me.

Chapter 0003

“Yep. That’s me, orphan Annie over here.” I smirked at the three musketeers. “My parents didn’t want me, so they gave me up. Better than what yours did, Kaylee. Late term abortions are bad enough, but to try it when the child is outside the womb? Ouch, that must’ve stung. Can’t say I blame them, though.” I said, inspecting my nails. “What family would want a magicless wolf?”

It was a cheap shot for sure, but so was the time when Kaylee poisoned my food with wolfsbane for a week straight. If I thought hard enough, I could still taste the blood-tainted vomit in my mouth.

Besides, nothing I said was a lie. It was common knowledge Kaylee’s mother tried to murder her as a child—all because Kaylee here didn’t have abilities of her own.

“You slick bitch. You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Kaylee hissed.

“I’m hilarious, ask anyone.” I deadpanned.

I ran through the different scenarios that could get me out of this, but there weren’t many. All three were approaching from various sides and I had a gaping pit of snakes at my back. Even with my father’s training, and the lessons I’d learned from spying on the recruits’ sessions, I wasn’t going to make it out unharmed.

My abilities could get me out of this, but that was a box I could never, ever open. If I was going down, you could bet my perky ass was taking one of them with me.

Ivy Davenport whipped her bleached ponytail over her shoulder. “She won’t be laughing when she’s being strangled by a boa constrictor.”

A what now?

“Have you even seen a boa constrictor, Ivy?” I asked, my eyebrows sky high in the face of her sheer dumbassery. “For crying out loud, these are Black Mamba’s.”

“Same fucking thing.” She spat; her toilet water eyes narrowed into slits.

I scoffed. “Yeah. Totally, same fucking thing.”

“Darlin,’ last I checked it don’t really matter. Either way, you’re going to meet them bad boys up close and personal. I’ve been dyin’ to try out this new move we just learned in Krav Maga class.” Weston drawled, rubbing his hands together, looking like a predator in the bad way (if you catch my drift).

Laughter tickled the back of my throat. Jokes on him, I knew the move too.

Kaylee and Ivy closed in on my left and right, crouched in fighting positions with their hands out, ready to grab hold of me incase I tried to flee. I braced myself for the impact of his meaty fist. As it hit my cheek and the blunt pain of busted blood vessels slapped me upside the face, I made a show of falling to the ground.

“Get the hell up.” Ivy snarled.

“What a fucking weakling.” Kaylee laughed.

Oh, if only they knew. If I wasn’t worried about getting my revenge on those who sentenced me here, these three would be dead in the dirt. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

I whimpered, my lower lip quiver pathetically. All three exploded in laughter, and while the sound made my eardrums contemplate suicide, it kept them from noticing the fist full of dirt I held in my hand. I didn’t give him time to make the first move. That punch of his had my adrenaline flowing, singing its siren-song of blood, agony, and beautiful pain.

Since Kaylee was such a grade-A bitch, I threw the fistful of dirt in her face and swung without abandon. She let out a squeal of outrage that quickly turned into hacking and sputtering. I ducked in time to dodge Ivy’s heavy-handed punch, but not in time to miss Weston’s knee-kick.

It hit me in the gut hard enough to rip the air from my lungs.

Mid-kick, time slowed, and I noticed something about Weston’s form. While his kick was solid, his balance was subpar. I wasn’t usually a glutton for pain, but once the idea popped into my head, it was just too sweet to resist.

The force of his kick made me stumble back, but there was only open air and a pit full of snakes to break my fall. Flailing, I reached out and snagged the back of Weston’s shirt. The second the ultra-soft cotton brushed my fingertips, I grabbed on for dear life and used his body weight to pull myself closer.

The seductive purr of victory washed over me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I grinned without abandon because even Weston Phillips couldn’t fight gravity.

Weston let out a wail that would put Kaylee’s hyena laugh to shame, trying valiantly but failing to free himself from my hold. Didn’t he know? Once I sink my claws into something, I never let go.

As for me, I tossed my head back and let loose a wild laugh, pulling us both into the pit of angry venomous snakes.

Delphine Hawk, my favorite Medic in all of the First Division, took one look at me, covered in blood, hair tangled to hell, and a snake still dangling from my back, and let out a string of curses that made me blush—and I had the potty mouth of a sailor.

It was Delphine that took care of me the first time Harriet knocked me unconscious. When I’d made the grave mistake of pissing off Phineas Striker and received those ten lashings, she was who I called out for in those blurry moments before the numbing relief of unconsciousness took hold.

“I am going to be the youngest wolf in history to die of a heart attack, and it’s all because of you, Lilac.” She groaned, rubbing at her eyes. “You’re not even a recruit here and I swear I see you more than any other patient. I’ve got your aura practically memorized at this point.”

I made a sound of agreement deep in my throat. Delphine was the one person in this entire shit hole that I semi-trusted. Delphine was easily the best aura reader in the country, and even she could barely get a read on me. It meant my emotions were tightly under wraps, easy to tuck away in some dark corner of my mind where they would never again see the light of day.

I batted my eyelashes at her, swaying on my feet since the Black Mamba’s venom was currently coursing through my body. I’d lost all feeling in my left leg on the walk here, which wasn’t a good sign at all.

“Aw, you care.” I cooed.

“Hush up, troublemaker.” She grumbled, side eyeing me.

Delphine ushered me into one of the examination rooms. She flitted to the tall medicine cabinet against the wall and snatched the key from out of her pocket. Pill bottles rattled on the shelves and prepackaged syringes clattered to the floor in her hasty search.

“Tell me how you’re feeling, Lilac. I can see you fighting to stay awake. You know by now that you got to stay conscious for me.”

Fuck, it felt like my body was on fire. Was my blood actually boiling in my veins, or was that just the venom? I hadn’t felt pain like this since the Crawford twins made me play punching bag for entire class of trainees.

“Like, emotionally or physically? Because emotionally, I’m a ray of fucking sunshine. Physically? Eh, I could be better.”

Delphine turned to face me with a syringe in one hand and a large pair of forceps in another. She had that loathsome look on her face, like she was seeing me. I didn’t fucking like it, even half-dead from the Black Mamba’s venom.

“Is it time for my annual pap smear already?” I teased, straining my eyes as my vision blurred.

Delphine snorted, utterly unamused by my bullshit. “This is not the time for jokes, Lilac. You know if you were a human you’d be dead right now?”

“It’s not like I had a whole damned parade to escort me to the Medic’s unit. I walked here on my own two feet.” I snarled weakly.

Poor Weston had to be fished out, then carried away by Ivy and Kaylee. I had garnered a few more bites by wrestling him back in a second time, but I didn’t regret in the slightest.

Delphine pulled the Black Mamba from my back and chucked it into the trash can, slamming a textbook on top to keep it from springing back out. She forced me onto the padded seat, and while she hooked up a heart rate monitor and jabbed a needle into my arm, I continued to fight to stay awake.

The two of us fell into a comfortable silence and I watched her closely as I had every other time I came to her for mending. Her eyebrows were always pinched, that much remained the same. Sometimes her nose would wrinkle, but only when the wound was severe. If it was messy, her lips would part, and the tip of her tongue would rest against her canine.

It was her ability that made her so skilled at her job. Reading auras was a lucrative business, one that could reveal a lot of secrets about a person. There was a reason many of the werewolves steered clear of Delphine, choosing other medics to tend to their wounds.

She had skin as dark as the night sky, warm from its rich brown tint. There were splotches of white skin around her mouth, left eye, down her neck, and on both arms that she’d once told me was due to a skin condition called Vitiligo. I’d found the two contrasts in colors interesting as a young teen, and Delphine had been more than happy to educate me.

“Alright, I’ve got you hooked up on a slow intravenous injection. The anti-venom will take about an hour or so to get into your system, but I need to monitor you the entire time incase you have a bad reaction.” She huffed, her shoulders slumping as she settled into her chair.

“Yes, Ma—” I began, grinning when her face morphed into a death glare. “Yes, Delphine.”

If there was one thing Delphine hated, it was being called ma’am.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what happened at the snake pit. Clearly you managed to fill it up.”

“It was an accident.” I stated plainly.

Delphine lifted an eyebrow, pinning me in place with those smoky eyes of hers. I’d been around her enough to know her tells, and right now her expression was telling me she smelled bullshit.

“Mmm, okay. An accident, I see. Let me guess, Weston falling in was an accident too?” She mused, her voice taking on a smart-ass tone.

I fought a grin. I liked Delphine more when she got snarky.

“Yep.” I popped the ‘p.’

“Really?” She pressed, then leaned back in her chair. “Then what’s this I heard about you trying to strangle him with a snake.”

I held back a laugh. Again, it garnered me a few more bites, but it was so worth it.

“There wasn’t any trying—” I started but caught myself when Delphine’s eyebrows shot up. “I mean, an accident. It was an accident, of course.”

“Right, that makes sense.” Delphine drawled, not at all convinced by what either of us were saying. “And you cackling as you and Weston “fell” into the snake pit?”

I grinned manically. “That? Oh, that was on purpose.”

Then, Delphine did the one thing I could’ve never anticipated. She flicked the lock on the door and rolled over to my bedside. Leaning in much too close, she lowered her voice to a whisper.

“I want to help you, Lilac. I can’t stand seeing you here anymore. Every day I think that this will be it, that this will be the day they bring your body in here.” Her smoky eyes were tight with fear even though the room was thoroughly sound-proofed. She wouldn’t just be punished for this. She’d be killed. “I want to help you escape.”

“You can’t be serious, right now. Even if I escaped this place, what do you think my life would look like? They’d hunt me, Delphine. I’d be a rogue, fair game for any werewolf in the country to kill. Besides, I wouldn’t run.”

“What would you do, Lilac?” Delphine asked.

The thought was so sweet, so fragrant that I couldn’t help but smile.

“I’d find my father. I’d kiss him and tell him how sorry I am for what I was about to do. Then, I’d find the boy that betrayed me—though, he’s more than likely a man now, and I’d end his life. Once I drained him of his blood, I’d come back here. I’d come back to this hellhole…and I’d burn it to the fucking ground.”

By the time Delphine cleared me, night had fallen and most of the recruits had ventured back to the barracks.

It was now 9 p.m. and despite the fact that the sun was still out, it had lost most of its intensity. The rays of gold which were responsible for lightening my hair over the course of four years, had softened into mellow tones of yellow and orange. They trailed along the horizon, weaving in between the snowcapped mountaintops in the distance, like streaks of bleeding water paint.

The rumbling of my painfully empty stomach brought me back to the present. I hadn’t eaten since this morning, when I woke up at the crack of dawn to sneak into the kitchens. It was the only way I could scrounge up a decent meal considering the lunch staff were a bunch of heartless fucks.

It took energy I didn’t have to trudge across camp to the barracks. There were two of them, both sitting next to one another. The plain brick buildings were unassuming, lined with windows that looked into the trainee’s dorms. They were long and about three stories high. Wedged in the middle of the barracks was a smaller and equally plain building with rows upon rows of showers inside.

My room, if it could even be called that, had nothing of the sort. It was a glorified coat closet with a cracked mirror, stained toilet, and a sink that spewed water that smelled like sewage. The one and only time I’d asked to have the sink fixed I was laughed at, then thrown into the mud for daring to speak in the first place.

Every step was calculated so that my busted sneakers didn’t squeak against the tile. My room was two doors away from the staircase that led to the second level. With my shiv gripped in my hand, I nudged open my door and crept inside.

After a quick scan of my room, I shut the door behind me and set to work rearming my make-shift security system. It wasn’t much, just a bunch of empty soup cans I fished out of the trash, held together by decaying string, but it gave me a head start if anyone decided to break into my room.

Keeping my blood-stained clothes on, shoes included (you never know when you might need to run), I crawled onto the lumpy mattress sitting in the corner of the room. There had once been a bed frame in here, but it had been so rusted that the smallest bit of weight made it collapse.

With a groan, I curled up on my side and stuffed my shiv under my pillow. It was never too far from reach.

“Monday’s suck ass.” I muttered into my scrappy, moth-eaten blanket.

Holding close the promise of the breakfast I’d steal tomorrow morning, I let the thoughts of bacon and scrambled egg chase me into heavenly oblivion.

Chapter 0004

The Mess Hall had just a tad bit more personality than the barracks, but not much. If I wasn’t constantly on alert, I might’ve even liked sitting in there, surrounded by the floor-to-ceiling windows and cushy booths that gave the same relaxing feel as a restaurant.

As soon as I’m within sniffing distance, I notice something’s off.

Trainee’s and the occasional Trainer are all showing up for lunch, but there’s a pulse of electrifying excitement in the air that ripples along my skin and fills my mouth with the tang of metal. Outside of the Mess Hall, lingering around the bulletin board where all of the camp’s announcements are posted, were groups of trainees in private conversations. Heads were hunched and whispers were exchanged, but no eyes trailed my way.

“I’ll take some of the lasagna.” I said as sweetly as I could manage, even more starving after waiting fifteen minutes in line.

The lunch lady peeled her mustached lip back in a sneer. I let my bullshit sweet act drop, giving her a flat stare that was very much a threat, though I doubt she’d pick up on it.

Darlene wasn’t known for being smart.

“Can’t have that.”

I exhaled sharply through my nose. “A burger then.”

“Nope, try again.”

“Sweet and sour chicken.”

“Nuh uh.” She shook her head.

“Then what can I have, Darlene?” I asked, grinding my molars together.

Darlene, being the sweetheart she was, let out a wet cough inches from my face and spun around. She waddled somewhere across the kitchens, then waddled back with a saran wrapped tray in her hands.

“Here you go.” She smirked, the wrinkles on the left side of her face becoming more prominent. “Sandwich is past its date, not that it matters. Eat up.”

Staring down at the pathetic sandwich with it’s two slices of lunch meat, the bruised apple, and milk carton, an explosion of frustration began to boil my blood. I clenched my fists, snatching the tray off the metal track. If looks could kill, the glare I was giving Darlene would stop her damn heart.

I couldn’t help myself. Really, I couldn’t.

I leaned in and bared my teeth in a smile that made my face ache.

“You’ve got a lot of lip for a fucking lunch lady. Wait until I find out where you sleep at night, Darlene. Just wait.”

Darlene wasn’t as dimwitted as the other servants insisted she was because she had the common sense to be afraid. It was hidden well behind her wall of wrinkled skin, but I caught it in her dull as dishwater eyes anyway.

“Next!” She rasped, her voice cracking as she ushered the next person in line forward.

“Bitch.” I hissed under my breath and scurried off to find somewhere private to inhale my food.

The furthest corner of the Mess Hall is where I chose to eat my lunch. It was far enough away from the crowd, and I’d be able to see anyone that dared approach. Even better, there was an exit just a couple of feet away, which meant I could haul ass if needed.

The bread on the sandwich was definitely stale, but I didn’t see any mold, which meant it was good enough. Eating around the browned parts of the apple, I lifted the carton of milk to my mouth and recoiled the second the chunky liquid hit my lips.

It wasn’t just expired; it was cottage cheese level expired.

I got the hell out of there fast after that, washing my mouth out using the water fountain just outside the doors. While I was bent over, straining my ears for anyone that dared to approach, I heard a group of female trainer’s giggling.

“It’s a grand celebration, Cindy.” One tittered.

Another chimed in, sighing dramatically. “One where there’s a chance to become a Luna—an actual Luna. Ugh, I just can’t believe it.”

“Neither can I. Between us three, I’d pick being a Luna over this shit any day of the week.” A third groaned, lowering her voice. “Apparently, the Head Trainer’s are talking about moving the Circuit to the Midnight Falls pack so we can make the ball in time.”

Every other sound, from the birds cawing in the treetops, to the chattering of the trainee’s, evaporated into thin air. The only sound that was left, whispering in my ears like the heavy swipe of a razor blade, was those two words.

I never thought I’d hear them again.

Midnight Falls.

Home.

It took a few minutes, but the second there was an opening in the crowd, I crept over to the bulletin board. My heart hammered with each step I took, and for the first time in four years, staying hypervigilant became difficult. The only thing I seemed able to focus on was the blue pastel paper nailed to the bulletin board, swaying in the chilly breeze.

Digging my toes into the dirt, I scoured the page from top-to-bottom.

Dead center, in bold font, were the words, “Mate Ball.”

As interesting as they were, they paled in comparison to what came next, to the name that stuck out the same way the stars lit up the sky. My mouth moved with every syllable, stopping at that name—the name I refused to utter aloud, even after four long years.

“Newly appointed Alpha Nox Griffin is in search of his mate and requires all unmated she-wolves to attend this grand celebration. Upon identifying his mate, the she-wolf will be excused from all duties, responsibilities, and legally binding contracts, to take her place at Alpha Nox Griffin’s side as Luna of the Midnight Falls Pack.”

An idea, a beautifully twisted idea, came to life inside my brain. With it came a thin, rubbery smile that slashed itself across my face, weeping blood the way everyone who wronged me would soon be.

Finally, after all this time, I had found my one-way ticket out of here.

Watch out, Nox.

I’m coming for you.

All week I waited for Harriet’s call, for her deep voice to echo across the entire camp like a banshee’s shrill scream. The ground would quake, buildings would fall and crumble. Trainees would scatter, running for their lives as—

Alright, I was being a bit dramatic, but I’d definitely earned it. This was the first and only opportunity to present itself in four years and with each day that passed I became increasingly paranoid that the chance would slip through my fingers.

“You want me to put the snakes back into the barrels?” I deadpanned.

One small slip up, one twitch of a single facial muscle and Harriet wouldn’t hesitate to lay into my ass. Any other time I wouldn’t give two shits about pissing her off, but I needed to be on whatever smidgen of a good side Harriet had.

She whipped around, her greasy ponytail stiff as she did so. “Did I stutter, worm? You having a hard time understanding English now?”

Grinding my teeth, but not hard enough for my jaw to clench, I shook my head. “No, ma’am. I just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly.”

Considering she didn’t deck me right away meant she was definitely neck deep in work. I planned to use that to my advantage.

“The lot of us will be leaving for the Midnight Falls Pack by the end of the week. I expect you to be on your best behavior while we’re gone. You understand, worm?” She drawled, giving me the opening I’d been waiting for.

“I was actually wondering if I might go as well.”

Harriet threw back her head of greasy hair and laughed, spewing her onion breath like a geyser of pure nastiness. If only she knew how predictable she was, and how dangerous of a quality it was for a warrior to have. The urge to hurt her, to sink my teeth into her and use my ability to make her scream was strong, but I had to remain cold and diplomatic or else I’d never get what I wanted.

“You think I don’t know what pack you come from, worm? I know the new Alpha’s father is the one that sent you here. You think you’ll waltz in there and show him up? You think you will be his mate?” She rasped, barking out another slew of laughter.

“Will you be helping the other servants set things up for the Circuit, ma’am? You know how slow they are. It took Annie two days to set up the first half of spike wall. I had my half up and running in an hour.” I shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring the flare of her nostrils and flash of heat in her mud puddle eyes. “With the other servants doing things up, you’ll need another three months before everything’s ready.”

Harriet’s thin lips puckered, and from the silence that spanned between us, I knew well enough that she was deep in thought. Her eyes narrowed and victory flared in my chest.

“I’ll let you come, but on one condition.” She drawled, and from the smug tilt to her lips, I knew this condition of hers was going to be a good one.

Sure enough, she planted her hands on her hips and said haughtily, “If you can pack everything up for the Circuit by the end of this week, I’ll grant you permission to come. Mr. Striker was already furious enough that we’d have to cut out some of the obstacles this year, but if you can manage the workload, we won’t have to make any cuts. Think you’re up to the task, worm?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m very much up to the task.” I turned to leave when she called out to me.

“One last thing. Don’t think you’re going anywhere near that ball because you’re not.”

Delphine’s head snapped up from her desk the second I busted into the examination room. My shoulder stung a bit from slamming into the door, but pain was an afterthought to the sheer excitement I felt.

The way her eyes flickered, darting around the space that spanned my body, told me she was looking at my aura.

Her lips parted in shock. “Your aura is full of color, just like a sunset. You’re happy, aren’t you? Who did you kill?”

Aura reading wasn’t a cut and dry ability, apparently. Not only did the colors mean a variety of different things, but the amount, shade, and the way it moved all came into play. Once, she’d told me about Phineas Striker’s aura and how it had been almost entirely green. Typically, a green aura might mean luck, healing, or wealth, but Delphine had said that the shade of green reminded her of mildew and wet dollar bills. As for myself, I didn’t need to see his aura to know he was as greedy and vicious as they come.

Planting my hands on my hips, I flashed her a victorious smile and said, “I didn’t kill anyone, yet. Guess what, though? I’ve got a way for you to help get the hell out of this place.” I waggled my eyebrows at her. “You in?”

After a quick run-down of my plan, Delphine sat back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest, mulling things over.

“That’s all you want from me? Are you sure?” She frowned, confusion evident on her face.

“That’s it. No muss, no fuss.” I clapped once, then spread my hands. “Think of it this way, Delphine. If you get caught, you’ll get fired instead of murdered. Isn’t that a plus?”

“Lilac, you’ve got your ‘I’m going to murder someone’ smile on and it’s freaking me out a little bit.” She huffed. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, Lilac. You know I care about you like a little sister, but…I feel like by agreeing to help you, I’m letting a monster out of its cage. Just promise me you won’t go on a killing spree and hurt innocent people.”

My grin turned positively savage. I leaned forward and patted the top of her hand gingerly.

“I promise, Delphine. You have nothing to worry about. There’s nothing innocent about the people I’m going to hurt.”

I went for the servants with the most muscle and motivation, the one’s I could easily bribe into lending a hand.

Nathan wanted a pack of cigarettes. Annie was desperate for a break from being the resident fuck toy, Derek needed another toothbrush (he wasn’t the only one), Cecil requested a hot meal once a day—

On and on the list went. Some were harder than others, like the new set of clothes Chyna demanded, while others were downright impossible.

“It’s not going to happen. There’s no way in hell I can help you escape.” I, very much exasperated after the week I’ve had, told the servant who had followed me into the forest, all the way to the snake pit.

I bit my lip, staring at the muscular, dark-skinned servant that had asked for my aid in his escape. It was a tough call. The guy had that guarded look in his eye that I knew so well. It had been in my own once, the stare of an animal slowly turning rabid.

He had strength to him, though. His body was stacked with muscle, taut with a six pack one only saw on the warriors here. I knew all of the servants at camp, and this one had only been here for ten months.

After taking one look at him, I knew why he was so well fed.

It wasn’t only the male warriors that enjoyed having a servant warm their bed. While I’d judge the trainees to hell and back, I knew what it was like to do anything to survive. I didn’t blame this guy for doing what he had to do—for using his body to get the things he needed. Too bad it couldn’t offer him an escape.

The servant guy wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm and leveled me with a knowing look. “Look, I got a sister in the Midnight Falls pack, alright? I know you’re not trying to go there on some whack ass vacation. She’ll help us both, hide us where no one will think of looking.”

I felt no sympathy for him, not even a speck. Sacrificing my soul and everything good about myself was a necessity to survive in this place, but one thing I did value was revenge.

And this guy, he was craving it.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“Hakeem Wilson.” He replied, then fell silent.

The fact that he used his last name was important. Servants forfeited their last name once they stepped foot into camp. We relinquished all ties to our family, to the world we had come from. In doing so, we were accepting that we were vermin, beneath even the lowest of Werewolves.

The sun’s light dimmed as it drifted below the tree line. Streams of gold peeked through the foliage, hitting Hakeem along the slope of his lifted cheekbones. There was something beautiful about the searing look of vengeance and how it could both erase one’s humanity while also enhancing it.

Hakeem’s dark, smooth skin soaked up the rays of gold, reflecting them in his eyes and bringing out their hidden wisps of color.

“I’m Lilac Einar.”

He didn’t blink as he said, “I know who you are.”

…and I know what you’ve done.

He didn’t say the words, but his tone alluded to them.

“You’re asking for my help in escaping knowing who I am. Are you insane, Hakeem? Has ten months sapped all of your sanity?”

The left corner of his full lips lifted, drawing my eyes to the deep curve of his cupid’s bow.

“What if I said it has? What would that mean for you? You’ve been here longer than the others. Four years if I’m not mistaken.” He drawled in a voice like melted honey, nothing like Harriet’s rasp. “How insane does that make you?”

“Enough for me to agree to help you.” I smirked.

I’d made my decision, and although I had no clue how I’d pull it off, it felt almost nice to have a partner in my revenge scheme—no matter how short lived it would be.

Chapter 0005

It wasn’t nearly as difficult getting Harriet to let Hakeem come with us to the Midnight Falls Pack as I’d initially thought.

She must’ve really had a lot on her plate because she barely put up a fight. All it took was a short glance at the muscle compacted onto his lean frame, and my promise that he moved almost as quickly as I did, and she was sold.

There were six charter busses primed and ready to take the four-hour long journey to the nearest airport. The airport was small with a whopping two lanes, which meant more planes had to be flown in to carry us all. The others from the Lycan’s second and third divisions would be making the trip from Russia and Africa sometime this week.

Nox had no clue the chaos that was headed his way.

It took some serious effort not to squeal when I stepped onto the charter bus. Two plush, padded seats sat next to one another on either side, separated by a long aisle that led to the bathroom in the back. Television screens were mounted every other row, playing some overly cheery advertisement for Alaskan hot springs.

“I’d take this over the shit beds they gave us any day.” Hakeem muttered, his dark eyes scanning the heads that filled the other seats.

I snorted, fiddling with the controls that allowed the seat to recline. I slowly went from a sitting position to practically lying flat on my back. The entire time Hakeem watched with one of his eyebrows raised, clearly finding some semblance of amusement in my actions.

“Four years, Hakeem. Four years of that pathetic piece of fabric and cotton they called a bed. Four years of being jabbed in the ass by rusty springs. If you get tired of me, I’m sure one of the trainee’s wouldn’t mind you sitting with them.” I lowered my voice and leaned into him, my eyes flickering towards the front of the bus. “They can’t take their eyes off of you.”

His lips were round, larger on the top than they were on the bottom. It made his sneer positively threatening. “They see me as their whore.”

Disgust oozed from his voice, which he hadn’t bothered to lower. It made me wonder who his disgust was towards, the trainee’s or himself.

“You did what you had to do to survive.” I said sharply, careening my eyes towards the massive bus window, watching as puffs of exhaust filled the air, listening to the hiss of the driver letting off the breaks.

With a slight groan, the bus began to move.

I still wasn’t looking his way when I said, “…if anyone’s disgusting, it’s them.”

Before we could really take off and leave this cursed camp, the charter bus squealed to a stop. With another hiss, this one quieter than the breaks, the doors slid open. A pleasant pang of surprise smacked me square in the chest when Delphine’s head of kinky hair came into view.

Before we piled onto the bus, she promised the favor I asked of her was tucked away in the carry-on compartments above our heads. It was risky considering anyone could stumble upon it, but I trusted her.

She walked down the length of the aisle, all the way to the back of the bus where Hakeem and I sat.

“Your aura lit up like a damn firework the second you spotted me.” She whispered, leaning across the aisle. “And here I thought you only enjoyed my company because you had to.”

I glanced up the aisles to make sure none of the trainees were listening. Thankfully, most of them had headphones in or were messing around with the televisions.

“You know you’re the only person I’ll spare once I burn this place to the ground.” I winked.

Hakeem tilted his head but said nothing.

The trip on the charter bus was long and drawn out, but not nearly as bad as the flight from Alaska to Oregon. From there, we took a train all the way down to Nevada. It was there, in the Humboldt-Toiyabe National Forest that the massive Midnight Fall’s pack called home.

None of it, not the bus ride or the flight, felt real until I followed the crowd out of the train station.

There was a thin veil of humidity hanging in the air, one that would fade as the afternoon came to an end. Through the tall peaks of the tree’s, the last embers of sunlight peered through, as though they were welcoming me home.

White fir and ponderosa pine trees jutted up from the earth as far as the eye could see. No matter where you were in the Midnight Fall’s pack, if you delved deep enough, you’d always be able to pick up on their scents.

Delphine stood at my side, watching with obvious curiosity as I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. The tangerine-like scent of the white fir’s washed over my senses, mixing with the vanilla undertones that only the ponderosa could emit.

My shoulders slumped lower than they ever had before, and if I were capable of it, I might’ve even cried.

“Your home is beautiful, Lilac.”

In another life, I might’ve thanked her for the compliment, but only one thought stood out in my head. It was a realization of sorts, one that must’ve changed my aura to some capacity because Delphine’s lips quickly curled into a frown.

I didn’t break my stare from the sky as I replied.

“It is stunning, but it’s not my home. Not anymore.”

From there, we traveled to the bustling town of Primrose, the capital of the Midnight Fall’s pack.

I’d walked down these roads a million times, visited each and every store, and stared into the eyes of every townsperson as Alpha Oliver’s warriors walked me to the courthouse, to my prison sentence I’d been serving for four long years.

With every memory that came rushing back, I was reminded of the girl that died that day, and of the monster that was birthed in her place.

By tomorrow, every single hotel in the pack would be filled to the brim. From what I heard eavesdropping on the other trainer’s gossip, there wasn’t an unmated she-wolf in the second or third division that wasn’t frothing at the mouth at the chance to become Nox Griffin’s mate.

It wasn’t until we made it to the hotel room that Delphine, Hakeem, and I shared, that she broke open her suitcase and pulled out the dress bag from inside.

I unzipped the bag and stared down at the sea of silky fabric, admiring the gown I’d asked Delphine to acquire. She’d gotten everything correct, right down to the smallest of details. Excitement curled in my belly, and a grin slashed itself across my face.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect, Delphine.”

Harriet, the Crawford twins, and the other trainers were remapping the layout to adjust to the changes in the land, which meant Hakeem and I had one day—one single day to relax. After that, we’d have to endure the pure chaos of setting up every obstacle and trap for the circuit.

Lounging about in a three-star hotel room with greasy take-out food, reality television shows, and a working shower might’ve not seemed relaxing for most, but after four years without a single day off, this was easily the equivalent of a luxury cruise.

Hakeem was sprawled out on one of the Queen-sized beds, which was where he’d spent the majority of the day. It seemed like my quiet friend here liked reality television even more than I did. It made me want to uncover the mystery of why he was sent to the Lycan’s training camp even more.

That would have to wait until later though because I had a Mate Ball to crash.

Delphine, being the multi-talented Goddess she was, did my hair and make-up for the event. I hadn’t yet told her who the Alpha was to me or what he’d done, but she knew that tonight I needed to be a showstopper. She curled my hair until it fell down my back in waves of gold.

Before all of this, I had brown hair like my mother, cropped close to my shoulders. Over four years it had grown down my back, and with just a smidgen of hair dye, it was the same silky blonde as my father’s.

She dusted my lids with a dark shadow, blending it outwards to create a smoky eye that made the green within my hazel iris’s shine. After applying two wings of liner, sharp enough to slit the throats of my enemies, it was time to put on my dress.

“You’re aware this is a black and white themed event right?” Delphine met my eyes through the mirror as she zipped the back of my dress—a dress that was most definitely neither black nor white.

“Sure do.” I smirked.

Hakeem’s head popped up from the bed, his eyes taking in the entirety of my form.

“Damn.” Was all he said, but I had a feeling that was a major compliment coming from him.

To save her ass from Harriet, who would blow a gasket once she realized I disobeyed her, Delphine left for the ball first. I waited an hour, listening to the two posted guards outside our hotel room pace. My opportunity came when both guards ventured down to the vending machine at the end of the hall. A quiet knock sounded at the door, and I opened it to see the maid Delphine had sent up.

Climbing into the massive laundry basket, I burrowed under the mountain of dirty sheets and held my breath as the maid wheeled me down the hall and into the elevator. From there, it was all too easy to hail a taxi to the extravagant country club Nox’s Mate Ball was being held at.

Showing up over an hour late meant that not only did I slip inside the building with ease, but there was little to no faces to gawk and stare at my dress. Those who did linger in the massive corridors, admiring the artwork and sculptures placed in their own unique alcoves, quickly scurried inside the ballroom when the announcement was made that it was time for line-up.

Even from the hallway, I could hear the hundreds of she-wolves preening, chittering with excitement and the start of what would soon be vicious jealousy.

I peeked my head into the ballroom, glancing up at the arched ceiling and the orbs of light that hung suspended in the air. They were the product of Photokinesis—a wolf with the ability to manipulate light. Lining the walls were actual trees. Their vines, speckled with milky flowers, spiraled around each marble pillar in the ballroom. The plants were the result of another ability, this one known as Chlorokinesis—plant manipulation.

It seemed Nox went all out for tonight.

Rather than enter the ballroom, I slipped back into the corridor and made my way around, searching for the entrance to the balcony that overlooked the entire event. Nox must be making his way through the crowd, because almost all the guards were in the ballroom. The few that patrolled the halls were easy enough to avoid.

By sheer luck I found the right door and slipped inside, taking the steps two at a time until I reached the top, where another door stood.

As it swung open, spilling pale light from the orbs that hovered in mid-air, the sounds of the party slipped through. The laughter and twinkling music spurred my adrenaline until my entire body vibrated with it, drowning in the sheer anticipation of what was to come.

I stepped through the door, onto the balcony where the great Alpha Nox Griffin himself had made his grand entrance mere minutes ago.

Both the platform and it’s railing were made of pale marble, the same as the staircase that led to the ground level. It took several seconds for anyone to notice me standing up here, giving me plenty of time to scour every head in the massive ballroom. When I finally spotted him, I thought my heart might stop. The way it slammed in my chest overshadowed everything else—even the music that thrummed throughout the room.

Everything I’d endured these last four years, every horrible, gruesome thing, rose up from the depths of my mind and sunk it’s claws into my heart. Black and white began to bleed into one flat shade of grey, only separating when I dug my nails into my arm and reminded myself of the truth.

This is real. I’m here. I’m home.

From all the way up here, I couldn’t catch his scent. It didn’t matter, though. I had every facet of it committed to memory.

Nox’s back was turned as he talked to a gaggle of she-wolves all clad in black and white gowns, but I’d recognize that head of hair anywhere. It had always been darker than midnight itself, always untamable on his head. He must’ve switched up his hairstyle, because it was now shaved short on the back and sides, but the top was as unruly as ever.

His shoulders had filled out considerably, as did his torso and legs. I could only see the outline of his arms from where I stood, but all things considered, Nox truly looked the part of a man.

One of the she-wolves in the group glanced my way, doing a double take before settling on where I stood. Her red-painted lips moved, the sound drowned out by the music and chatter. When her hand lifted to show a finger pointed in my direction, I knew the moment I’d been waiting four long years for had finally come.

At long fucking last.

Nox turned, and time itself slowed. The illusive and cruel God that counted every moment of our fickle lives stretched this one moment into an eternity, giving me the chance to relish every emotion on Nox’s face as his eyes climbed the steps and settled on where I stood.

Those eyes of his hadn’t changed one bit. They still held every ounce of the sea, every wave as it crested the shore. They sparkled as they saw me—sparkled.

He didn’t recognize me, nor did I expect him to. Heads began to turn in my direction, eyes in every color trained on my face and gown. They saw the same thing Nox saw: A beautiful girl with long honey-colored hair and eyes dusted with ash. A gown not black or white, but a color both pale and bold, overlaid with dark lace and gems that caught the light and twinkled as I moved.

Just as I began to descend the stairs, Nox turned away from the other she-wolves, granting me his full attention. With a swipe of his hand, he waved away the guards that were inching closer.

Three steps and every head in the room was turned my way, but it wasn’t until the tenth that Nox’s scent hit me like a ton of bricks, more painful than anything I’d endured these past four years.

Just as it had at fourteen, Nox’s scent embodied everything beautiful about this pack. It carried the vanilla and tangerine notes of the white firs and ponderosas, interwoven with the spiciness of tree bark, and the freshness of the crisp breeze.

It stirred the bloody and broken parts of my soul, the shards quivering as they sliced into my flesh. The girl I once was sobbed at the realization that she was getting everything she’d ever wanted, but that she could keep none of it. My wolf lifted her head and unleashed a sorrowful howl.

Mate.

“Mate.” Nox whispered as I reached the last step.

His lips were just as soft and full as they were at fourteen. Even now, I was caught in his web, watching them dance over every syllable.

He held out his hand. “May I have this dance, mate?”

Not trusting my words, I stayed silent as I placed my hand in his. I held my breath, schooling my face into neutrality to keep from being swept away by the sparks that consumed my skin and set my nerves aflame.

We glided to the center of the dance floor, moving in tandem, flowing the way the ocean’s waves did as they drifted further and further up the shore. I’d known it since I was a little girl—in my heart of hearts—that Nox and I were meant for one another.

Music trickled into the air, slow at first as Nox pulled me close and began to sway. He blinked wildly, taking me in.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you.” He purred, ever the gentleman.

Somehow, in the midst of the storm, I found my tongue.

“The best things in life are worth waiting for.” I replied, a coy tilt to my lips.

He lifted his arm and spun me in a circle, making the bottom of my dress flare out. I was pulled back into his chest, the breath knocked from my lungs as I felt bands of hardened muscle beneath my palms.

“Tell me your name, beautiful. I can’t spend the rest of our lives calling you mate.” Nox said, sounding just as breathless as I felt.

I leaned into whisper in his ear, my breath catching at how close my teeth were to his neck. With one swift move, I could tear his throat out.

“You mean you don’t recognize me? Take another look at my gown. Tell me what you see.”

Still dancing, he wracked his eyes up and down my body. The lazy smirk his lips melted into fit perfectly with every sharp angle of his face.

“Well, it fits you like a fucking glove and makes your tit’s look perfect. It’s low in the back, draws the attention to your amazing ass. Oh, and it’s purple.”

Purple? The man didn’t know his colors, it seemed. It was too pale, too dusty to be called something as basic as purple.

A giggle slid past my lips, tainted with venom that Nox failed to notice. Like a snake, my beauty distracted him from how deadly I truly was.

Shaking my head, I whispered. “Silly, Alpha Nox. It’s not purple.”

“It’s not? Then what is it?” He tilted his head curiously.

A savage grin slashed its way across my face.

“It’s lilac.”