Faloye Abdul Martin

It's about a young boy who became a wolf over night. He found out he had a reason for becoming a wolf, which was to protect the supernatural from attacking humans and also to stop humans from hunting down the supernatural. He also had to protect the love of his life and his son from his enemies. Which is why he wouldn't forgive anyone who tried to harm them.

The Fate Of A Wolf

“But you don’t taste good, actually, Deep- throat or not, Princess.”

Speaking of which, Sideburns’ roar shook the walls of the hall. My head swung lazily toward the entrance in time to see his massive, blurry figure charging toward me.

“What the fuck is going on?” he raged.

The Alpha Heir was a bit too late to the party. The lousy knight in shining armor failed to save his princess from losing part of her ear. But I couldn’t voice the last insult as darkness pulled me under.

With the last of my consciousness, I heard Shade fight off those around me, then take me into his arms. The voices of Paris, Summer, and Danielle warned those away, and I imagined a protective ring around me.

A damp, bitter smell assaulted my nostrils.

I fluttered open my swollen eyes barely a crack. I could still

feel the residual effects of the drugs coursing through my veins giving me a pounding headache. I bet they gave me a dose that could’ve killed a horse.

My gaze darted around the room: three concrete walls, another made from iron bars from floor to ceiling and a door locked from the outside.

My heart thundered against my ribcage, and my blood turned to ice, even though my skin felt on fire. A memory surfaced of how I’d ended up here—punching the most powerful princess in a blind rage when she’d ruthlessly beat up Danielle.

I touched my neck to feel the needle mark. It had disappeared. In its wake, hunger pangs, a splitting headache, and ice-cold anxiety whirled inside me. What were my superior shifters going to do to me? They couldn’t keep me here forever, right?

I’d had a glimpse into my past and concluded that I’d been a captive before too, though I didn’t know for how long. If the shifters treated me the same—

Air caught in my lungs as fear clenched my insides. And this time, who would break me out?

Tears flowed down my swollen face. I couldn’t be here. I couldn’t be in a cage. I needed to think and find a way to crawl out of here. Would Shade be able to help me?

“Hello?” I called in a shaky voice. “Anyone around? I demand to talk to Prince Shade!”

No one answered. I pricked my ears but didn’t hear any sounds. My senses reached further but still nothing. Every inch of this prison must be warded, and I seemed to be the sole prisoner.

I scrambled to my feet, steadied myself, and kicked at the iron bars. It didn’t cause a ripple and only hurt my foot.

I slid down onto the cold floor again. It was best to preserve my energy. I cried for another minute to try to fend off my terrible loneliness and misery, but a wave of fatigue, probably still from the drugs, pulled me into the darkness. I welcomed it, anything to forget my current predicament.

Chapter 215