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Crimson Path

“When the blood of an innocent is spilled, there’s a price to be paid and it must be paid in blood.” These are the words that keep Taylor going. After the father is labelled a traitor and executed for the death of their previous alpha, she is forced to go the run with her sister. With nowhere to go, a group of people that she begrudgingly has to trust, she sets off to find the truth and to avenge her father. No matter what it takes. All Rueben wants is his mate and a peaceful life, away from his family and pack’s constant judgement and cruelty. They expect a violent and cruel person who shows no mercy, but that is exactly who he refuses to be. In a dark twist of fate, he becomes exactly what his father and pack hoped he’d be. But it comes at a cost. Now a creature that craves blood, violence and death, his only ray of hope is the love and happiness he’ll get with his mate. But what if he and his mate have been fated to be enemies? One thirsty for revenge and the other thirsty for love, both finally meet with conflicting agendas. And a secret that will tear them both apart. After all, innocent blood was spilled... and a price needed to be paid.

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56 Chs

MADDY

REUBEN

"No!" I yelled. I turned around half expecting to find myself surrounded by wolves again. I blinked repeatedly in an attempt to push the dream from my mind. 

I gasped for breath as I held my chest, my heart beating fast. Way too fast. 

"It was a dream." I said to myself. "All a dream. She's gone, but you're alright." 

I kept repeating that as I took deep breathes, in and out, in and out. Suddenly pained howls filled the night. 

I flinched in shock, as it dawned on me exactly what the howls meant. Of course I was reliving that nightmare, it made sense. After my "talk" with Jacob two days ago, and then today.

Somehow even though I forced myself to forget, to look past it, to ignore the changing of the seasons, the passing of days, to weeks, of weeks to months, months to years. I couldn't forget. I couldn't escape her, even in my dreams .