Alyx used to be a shining star, an Alpha with a bright future and a bright smile... until he fell in love with Ferr, another young Alpha. When their love was found, Ferr did what he had to in order to save his own skin; he put all of the blame on Alyx, and the werewolf was thrown out of his pack.

Alone now, Alyx is a feral wolf killing anybody who comes near him to slake his thirst for blood. That is, until he is captured by Cean- a handsome human with a cloak the color of blood.

Can Cean tame the wild beast Alyx has become? Who are the people who have taken a sudden interest in the rogue wolf? And why, exactly, was Cean out in the forest in the middle of the night with a trap meant for werewolves?

Echoes

It had been… days. And I was restless. Worried, even. 


I wasn't sure if it was my more reasonable human half worried about somebody who'd saved my life, or my possessive feral half pissed that something had damaged what belonged to me. And that what belonged to me had then been ripped away. I only kept myself from following that night by reminding myself I was being an even bigger idiot than the stupid human who thought I couldn't handle a wyvern.


Still… even though I knew better, I worried. Would his organization, whatever it was, be mad at me if he died? Would they come hunting me like the packs would if I killed a wolf? There were so many reasons I should be worried if he died.


Chapter 7 Alyx