Samuelade

Olamide Armstrong witnesses an unlikely murder. The problem is people that witness a man-wolf rip out someone's throat don't usually live to tell their tales. She is moments from being another animal attack statistics when fate decides to play a dangerous game.

Alpha's captive

　　Fire and heat ricocheted past us as we ran from our attackers. There was something in the shrubs. There are people in the shrubs and they wanted us dead. My body shook as we pushed past blades of grass that tore through my skin like they were sheets of paper.


　　"Take the children." Someone told my mother. "I'll stall the Silverlaws."


　　"You'll die." My mother panicked in the Yoruba dialect. "We can make it. The threads assure me."


　　"But we both know the threads will only protect you. If I can change how situations turn out. Maybe our children will not have to die."


CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR