Prologue

The last thing I remember about going back to Vail is the sound of Adne's terrified scream, and the sudden blackness that surrounded me, engulfing me in its grasp. That was around two months ago, and we haven't been able to make a break for it since. After I'd woken up, Shay had interrogated me without relent for the best part of an hour. 'Where were you and Adne going?', 'What were you planning to do if we hadn't found you in time?', and my personal favourite, 'You put me through so much, how do you think I'll ever be able to trust you again?' I'd repeatedly told him it was none of his business and finally he'd just walked away. Granted, he wasn't happy, but I could live with that for a while.
Ever since he ruined our chance at Operation Save Ren, he'd started acting... oddly. He had people watching me wherever I went if he couldn't do it himself. It took me about a week to realise that the Pack was sneaking around, trying to avoid him, and honestly, I didn't blame them. Our personal relationship had suffered too. We argued about the Pack's safety, about him trying to order us all around as if he was Satan himself, and we were his minions. We never spent time together anymore, but that was mostly my fault- after he started trying (and failing) to order us all around, I'd decided to take matters into my own hands and confronted him on the matter. Somewhere in the dark abyss of his mind, he'd decided I was unsuitable for the job as Alpha, so he'd made the decision to take my place. No one, not even the Searchers, liked that idea. Over that time, I'd felt my love for him fading, as if it was a distant memory, or a dream I wished I could forget. So I did the only thing I could think of. I put my Pack into action. I only hope the final outcome is enough...