Rachel lives and breathes the world of magic. As an heir to the throne of a secret werewolf culture, she stands in the doorway to the spirit world, staring in the face of things her pack can only imagine. That is the way. Her parents understand, as does the next Alpha, Andrew, her predestined soulmate. But when the scale is tipped out of balance, they're both placed in a race against time to save their pack and everything they have ever known, plagued by a question of morality: What is right? Or, more importantly, what's wrong?


13. Andrew



I knew the sound should have been ringing in my ears, but it wasn't anywhere. I tried to move, tried to do anything, but I couldn't. I was trapped, suffocating, while I watched Rachel's twisted anger rampaging in a river of blood.

“Wake up, Andrew.”

I started with a gasp, the air pouring into my lungs. I looked around myself in shock, back in my cabin on the Grounds. With a groan, I pushed myself up onto my elbows. My head pounded with the worst headache, and my torso felt like it had been trampled by a horse. Twice.

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty,” said a voice by the door, where Nick seemed to materialize from nowhere. My beta looked worn, exhausted and brittle. But he was still standing, a feat I wasn't sure I was capable of yet.

“What happened?”

“Seven were killed, another thirty kidnapped. Rachel was with them,” he told me brusquely. I was on my feet before he finished speaking, frozen when his last sentence registered.

“Rachel?” He nodded, and I allowed myself only a moment of weakness. My fist slammed into the wall, sending a huge crack through the wooden beam it struck. Nick startled, backing away involuntarily before he caught himself. I took a deep breath, flexing the pain from my hand. I focused back on my beta. “Well, let's get's started with them.”

“Andrew, you're in no condition--”

“I don't want to hear it, Nick,” I interrupted, pulling on a shirt over a mass of bandages. He stopped me at the door.

“Andrew, they need you at your best right now,” he told me firmly, and I was confused for a moment. I suppose this is what your right hand man was for, but I was still only used to my father telling me what to do. “There's been a lot of infighting, no one knows what to do. I've done my best, but I'm no replacement for an Alpha.”

I just stared at him. “What do you mean? Where's my dad that he isn't an Alpha?”

Nick hesitated just a moment. “That's the thing Your father's dead, Andrew. You're the only Alpha we have now.”

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