Brock’s Perspective:
I was baffled at how my mate shifted from seething anger to an eager desire to mate. I wouldn't question this unexpected turn of fortune. In gratitude, I offered silent thanks to the moon goddess for her positive gift.
Without hesitation, driven by a distrust of interruptions, I quickly stripped off her clothes, then shed my own. A giggle escaped her, amused by my fervent haste—a desire that had been smoldering since the day she dashed away with her resume in hand.
Gently placing Stephanie on the bed, I hovered over her, eager to lavish my attention on her generous curves. Suddenly, a persistent knock, knock, knock intruded upon us. I brushed off the relentless tapping
Stephanie's Perspective:I tuned into Yadiel’s thoughts with my newfound ability—"The Mind reader." His mind was a whirl of confusion over our presence. I listened as he covertly instructed his underlings to scour the area, his paranoia about an ambush apparent. Preoccupied with the threat of us usurping his pack, he failed to notice that we had already whisked my human friend—his unwilling blood supply—to safety.Amidst his mental chatter, I caught snippets of a discreet transaction he was keen to hide. Under different circumstances, curiosity might have held me there, but my friend's safety took precedence. Brock would have to be briefed; he could deploy a team to delve into that mystery.Yadiel's gaze on me was unsettling, his mind a cesspool of repugnant thoughts. Mastering this power challenged me; I could intercept every shifter's inner voice, though, thankfully, humans remained silent to me. Sure, the pack link offered the convenience of a mental barricade, but this new psychic
Stephanies Perspective: Could the gamma ensure my human friend reached the pack hospital in time? If not, her life would slip through our fingers...Linda and her sister were confirmed to be on pack grounds, yet we wondered if additional members of the mountain witch clan had converged to aid Morgana. Above the trees, Yadiel—now functioning as Morgana's vessel—hovered like a specter, apparently overseeing the scene. Could it be that she had enlisted more recruits?The leaves rustled with a faint crackle, piercing the forest's darkness. Clouds shrouded the moon, casting a net of shadow through the intertwining leaves and branches. Glancing at Brock, I whispered, "Someone is out there. I can't read their mind. If I can't read minds, and only human minds are closed to me, does that mean witches—humans with magic—would evade my mind reading abilities too?"Brock edged closer, his eyes reflecting the little light that filtered through the dense forest, his nostrils flaring as he attempte
Stephanie's Perspective:"Linda, I've just informed Brock about our predicament; I need to speak with your sister who's with you at the pack. Could you connect her to this conversation? She's not part wolf, so I'm uncertain what a mind-link with her entails.""Steph, certainly. She's here beside me, battling at my side. She can touch my temple to tune into our exchange. I'm currently away from the fight—we're down to one last witch. She's not particularly powerful. I'll keep her at bay while my sister joins our dialogue."“Thank you, Linda,” I called out, a grateful lilt in my voice.The response came back sharp and irritated, slicing through the air. “I’m not Linda! What the hell do you want?”I drew in a deep breath, letting a bit of sarcasm creep into my tone. “Well, for starters, a little courtesy wouldn't hurt. Look, if you're not interested in joining forces to break through this deadlock, fine. But just so you're aware, Brock and our men are about to hit a wall. There’s a witch
Stephanie's Perspective:As if carried on the wind, Brock's wolf appeared beside me in a breathless moment. The burden of my friend's weight on my back slowed my stride. Together, we headed south toward our pack, while Brock veered southwest, circling behind the hospital to avoid the turmoil tearing through the vicinity.It was then that Brock had a flash of insight, recalling a hidden tunnel near the western mountains—a secretive passageway that burrowed beneath our pack's territory. With this knowledge, he subtly altered our course, steering us away from the tumult of battle.Brock's plan was a gamble, but desperation lent us speed. The dense forest blurred past, becoming a mottled tapestry of shadows and moonlight. My lungs burned with the cold night air, and somewhere beneath the discordance of our flight, I could hear the distant howls and cries of our wolves, a grim symphony to our plight. "Stephanie," he panted, his voice barely above a growl, "the cave with the tunnel is clos
Stephanie’s Perspective:Even the night seemed to pause, holding its breath as we emerged into the open. The moon, full and mocking, cast a silvery glow over the chaos that rippled through those two blocks. Shadows danced wildly as the clash of flesh and bone echoed through the air—a symphony of survival as my pack fought bravely against the invaders.The weight of Bethany in Brock's arms was a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the fierce drive within us to protect it. He glanced at me, a silent question in his gaze. Our eyes locked, and I nodded, understanding the unspoken plan—swift, silent, and cautious. Our feet barely touched the ground as we moved swiftly, dodging the debris that littered the battlefield.Claws raked the earth, teeth snapped, and the scent of spilled blood made my wolf bare her teeth in response, she was trying to push herself through my human form to fight. Brock's careful footsteps faltered as a rogue spotted us, his eyes a gleaming reflection of
Stephanie's Perspective: Barely a thought spared, I burst through the packhouse doors, and, with a surge of adrenaline, I shifted into my wolf form, Aurina. The transformation came with a rush of strength—but also fear that chilled my bones."Aurina! We must save Brock!" My voice trembled, the words barely a whisper to my other half.Aurina's presence flared within my mind, fierce and unyielding, echoing my own determination. Her spirit, once a gentle murmur, now roared with purpose. "Stephi, they haven't claimed him yet—and they won't. Death will have to contend with us first!" Her vow coursed through us, igniting a fire to fight, to protect, to survive.” Aurina soothed my torment, stirred by the dread of Brock's demise. "Steph, he perished for only an instant and has returned; I sense his wolf's presence. It's a weak connection, yet it persists. Together, we'll rescue our mates!""Aurina, it's crucial we establish a mind link with Linda. If her mate is well, he must seek us out to
Brock's Perspective:Stephanie was reluctant to leave me alone to contend with the rogue, well aware of the risk involved. Yet, the urgency to deliver her friend into the capable hands of our pack's healer superseded everything else. As for the rogue—I could handle him singlehandedly if need be.Suddenly, the super rogue's allies appeared to partake in our deadly dance, and I found myself locked in combat with three overly eager adversaries.Clutching at victory by a thread, I managed to hold my ground. Blows were exchanged, yet no matter how many limbs I severed, they sprouted anew as if I were battling undead rogues.A deafening bang in the distance threw me off my game; the direction from which it echoed was precisely where my gamma had been stranded. That fleeting moment of distraction afforded one of the rogues the perfect opportunity to land a vicious strike in my stomach area.I refused to be taken down without dragging a few rogues along. At that moment, I yearned for a blowto
Brock's Perspective:My devoted beta believed he had to completely restore me as I teetered on the brink of death. This exhaustive endeavor sapped all his vitality, and he collapsed, unconscious, upon me."Steph, I need to get Rylan off me," I pleaded. Stephanie understood, gently hoisting Rylan just enough to allow me to wriggle free. Springing to my feet, a rush of vitality coursed through me, a testament to Rylan's healing gift. I quickly relieved Stephanie, hoisting Rylan onto my shoulders with ease. It was as if Rylan had bestowed upon me a mystical elixir, transforming me into a super wolf. Fueled by this newfound power, I was ready to confront the Zombie Rogues head-on.My grin stretched from ear to ear, an absurdity given the chaos erupting in every corner of the pack's territory. Yet here I was, ensnared in a bizarre euphoria, a product of Rylan's magic. Stephanie's gaze landed on me with a mixture of concern and bewilderment, no doubt pondering whether a head injury from my
Chapter One-Hundred Sixty-Six: Ezra, Enzo, and Esme's Fate Stephanie's Perspective: Time has passed swiftly, and the triplets have become a source of both worry and profound anguish. Aware that the moon goddess foretold the darkness in one of my children, I also clung to her assurance that we could save this child. She warned me of the numerous trials Esme would face, yet I was unprepared for the extent of her frailty and deformity. Parenting in such conditions leaves me at a loss. Each night, I plead with the moon goddess for guidance, as it is I who feels covered in darkness. Yet I heard nothing from her. It almost feels like punishment. I am a fierce Alpha female of the pack, I had made it through giving birth to triplets - Ezra, Enzo, and Esme. I remembered how much when the boys were born, how much Ezra and Enzo, were identical in every way, with their light blonde hair to me. But it was Esme, the runt of the litter, who stood out with her black hair that mirrored her father,
Brock's perspective: I crouched by Stephanie's side, stroking her pale cheek, willing her to fight through. Dr. Mildred was a blur of motion, her hands swift and sure as she worked to stop the bleeding, her brow furrowed with concentration, her lips moving in silent prayer or perhaps a list of medical steps. The clock on the wall ticked in mockery of my racing heart, its hands moving too slowly for my liking. It seemed time itself had conspired to increase the torture, drawing out each moment into an unbearable eternity. Minutes - or was it hours? - passed and finally, Dr. Mildred straightened with a tired sigh, peeling off her gloves. "We've managed to stop the bleeding," she announced, her eyes meeting mine. It was the first hope I'd clung to since it had all begun.With that small reassurance, I allowed myself to draw a breath, my grip on Stephanie's hand loosening just slightly. Then the heart monitor screamed out with a shrill tone showing Stephanie's heart had stoppe
Third-Party Perspective:As the Suburban sped down the back road, the trees blurred past in a green and golden haze, a stark contrast to the tension coiled within the vehicle. Stephanie's grip on Brock's hand tightened with each wave of pain that wracked her body, her forehead beaded with sweat despite the cool autumn air seeping through the cracked window.Brock's heart raced as he watched his mate, Stephanie, contort in agony on his lap. He couldn't bear to see her in such pain, but he knew that they were running out of time. The driver's voice cut through the air, a note of urgency lacing his words as he asked if they needed to pull over.Stephanie knew time was not on their side, and she felt a growing urgency to act. Accustomed to living without powers, she had forgotten that she could simply wish herself and Brock directly into the safety of the pack hospital. "No, keep going," I gasped, clutching at Brock with one hand while the other grasped at the shards of my fading humanit
Stephanie’s Perspective:As the driver for I and Brock navigated the winding road towards the Silverton pack territory, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The truth about my parentage had shaken me to the core, leaving me feeling as if I was floating in a sea of lies and deceit. I clutched my swollen belly, feeling the reassuring kicks of her unborn twin boys, a reminder of the new life I was about to bring into this world.The cool autumn air whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. My mate, Alpha Brock, sat beside me, his hand resting on my thigh in a silent show of support. I glanced at him, grateful for his unwavering presence in my life, especially in this tough time for me.As we arrived at the Silverton pack territory, I felt a mix of apprehension and determination swirling within me. I knew I needed to confront my parents, to demand answers and closure, no matter how painful the t
Stephanie’s Perspective:I was aware of my issues with emotional control, which is why I couldn't face visiting my parents just yet. The guilt weighed on me, especially since my mother had just given birth and my father was now in intensive care. I had received word that my father and his men had been ambushed by rogues while returning to my former pack.Everyone anticipated that my mother would give birth to another boy; however, she had a girl instead. The sonogram had misleadingly suggested the presence of a penis, but it turned out to be merely the umbilical cord.I called Crystal, now back in the packhouse and in her own room thanks to Linda. I asked her to tell our parents that I don't hate them. Rather, I am a danger to be around until I can control my emotions and my magic.I had never deeply appreciated how blessed I was to have Linda as a friend. She provided the tough love I needed. Without her physically pulling me out of that bed, I don’t know how much longer I would have
Stephanie's Perspective:A rank odor filled the air. As I glanced around, nothing appeared wrong, which led me to realize the unpleasant smell was coming from me; okay, maybe I hadn't showered in a few days.I rummaged through my closet and picked out a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. After that, I opened my dresser and chose some underwear. Embracing a gradual approach, I completed my outfit with fuzzy socks, opting for comfort above all today. Laying my chosen outfit on the bed, I grabbed a towel and made my way to the shower. The water hissed and sputtered as I turned on the tap. The steam curled up around the room, wrapping me in a comforting embrace.As I stepped into the shower, the hot water was a sharp contrast to the coldness that had settled into my bones over the past few days. Water cascaded over me, its soothing rhythm a backdrop to my troubled thoughts.I admit I had let my depression take over me, crippling me mentally for the past week? I am not even ce
Brock’s perspective:Darkness had encircled the pack since Stephanie brought chaos to an end with the war. A persistent shadow of dark gray clouds, with occasional thunderstorms, lingered over our pack, each storm an echo to Stephanie's tears.I had to reach her, to break through the pain that confined her to her room. Only Crystal and I could occasionally console her through her sobs; it was hardly a conversation.I asked Sapphire and Selena about her powers' origins, but they refused to reveal them. Stephanie stayed quiet, not even confiding in her best friend Linda.I juggled pack responsibilities and calls about Stephanie's well-being. It all became too much, as Stephanie had excelled as both co-alpha and was an outstanding Luna. I missed having her here to help run the pack.Sapphire had to resume her duties overseeing the secret, cursed pack, a curse her mother insisted on maintain
From Stephanie's Perspective:Selena and Sapphire rushed to my side, encircling me with a protective shield to safeguard those around me from the bursts of anger I seemed powerless to restrain. It was as though I was a living embodiment of the Fourth of July, with outbursts erupting repeatedly and without control.I saw the wolf-wizard rushing toward me, his face contorted with anger and bewilderment. Sapphire stepped in front of him, placing her hands on his chest to halt his advance. Despite being enclosed in my protective bubble, where I shouldn't have been able to hear them. I could catch snippets of their conversation.I watched Brock argue with the witches and the warlock; Linda joined the fray as well.Brock questioned Selena and Sapphire about what had transpired with me. Meanwhile, Linda shared my confusion. For some inexplicable reason, the warlock was under the impression that he was my biological fathe
Stephanie’s Perspective:I positioned myself to see both astral Brock and Vincent. It became clear Vincent didn't want to harm me; he was torn because he simply aimed to rescue his mate from Adrian. I empathized if Adrian had taken Brock, I'd go to great lengths to reclaim my mate."Vincent!" I shouted, struck by a plan to retrieve his mate without jeopardizing myself or upsetting Brock by using me as bait."Listen, I have an idea. We'll need Sapphire's assistance. Without another viable plan, we can't break through the barrier.Additionally, I've concealed a special gift from most. I don't want people to feel uncomfortable around me, thinking I am reading their mind twenty-four seven. Truthfully, the ability is sometimes annoying. I really don't want to know what people think. What I can do is establish a telepathic connection with almost anyone, except for pure humans. I'll use this ability to mentally inform Adrian tha