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?


10. Rachel


The netting shocked me, heavy with the weight of an electrical current that froze my muscles. All I could do was watch.

Andrew called the others to fight, and in a quick instant he had one of the predators on the ground and screaming. He finished it off quickly, turning it to prey. As it was, as a wolf, he stood the same height as every one of these predators. Before Nick broke through the forest, Andrew had easily taken down four or five, but the creatures kept coming in a relentless wave.

Without my seeing, one had approached me, making me yelp in terror when it began to drag me away. My body was shot with adrenaline, giving me enough strength for a few seconds to thrash before I was paralyzed again. My single cry for help had Andrew's attention, and so did the predator who had captured me.

For the first time I could remember, my brother looked truly terrifying. He midnight fur bristled in anger, poised for the charge, teeth bared and maw gushing with blood not his own. As soon as his eyes fixed on his prey, they became crazed with that rage, and he charged with a ferocious snarl. As he jumped into the air to pin the predator, it pulled out something strange that glinted silver in the moonlight.

A gun.

My howling scream was too late, and Andrew crumpled on top of me, shot from the air. His heavy bulk was pinning me to the ground now, his face inches from mine. His huge lungs forced his chest up and down too quickly, eyes staring at me. With a groan, he fought to push himself up, with all of the strength any leader could muster and more. But before he could make it to his feet, another shot rang out, and he fell to the ground with a sound so final it was like time had stopped.

Every wolf froze, staring at the horror. The predators, confused for a moment, recovered quickly. The netted several more of my siblings, dragging me again as soon as they threw my brother's lifeless weight off of me. I could hardly breathe, unable to move or think as I watched him disappear in the darkness.

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