Tyra is an orphaned pup, adopted by a good family after her father, a brutal Alpha was killed. She's obsessed with escaping her blood oath, made at just ten years old, requiring her to marry an Alpha's son. Tyra dyes her hair, gets tattoos and piercings, anything to change her body and show her arranged mate that she alone is in control of her body. She's waited patiently for her wolf to claim her, but she knows that when it happens, Alpha Zachary is coming for her, to make her his Luna. Tyra's entire world is turned upside down when she meets Zachary, only to feel the mate bond. She is livid to discover that she wants him, and can't control her body around him. What's worse is, he is actually a nice guy. Alpha Ridge is a 26 year old who has waited a very long time for his mate, and is just about to give up when he meets Tyra on the very night she gets her wolf. How are their fates intertwined? Did the Goddess make a mistake and give Tyra two mates? Find out on this whirlwind story that will keep you guessing! *This is a spin off of my Shadow Warrior series. This book follows Alpha Ridge and Tyra, and provides more background on the Blood Claw pack. It can be read as a stand alone book. This book contains strong sexual content and violence.*
View More*Blood Claw pack lands, seven years ago*
~Alpha Gunner’s Point of View~
“Have the arrangements been finalized,” I asked, looking at my Beta.
“Absolutely Alpha, they should be here tonight, about four hours,” he responded.
“Perfect. Ensure the kitchen staff has a large enough feast,” I furthered.
“Already on it, our warriors got six deer this morning just for tonight. It is all being prepared. We got this Gunner, don’t sweat it,” he said, trying to calm me down.
One of my biggest rivals, Alpha Zander of the Long Tooth pack, was coming tonight, with his entire family and dozens of his pack. We were old friends but recently started stepping on each other’s toes trying to get more land, more bodies for our defenses. I needed to keep him happy and I had to assume he felt the same toward me. I didn’t want t piss him off but I wasn’t going to roll over for him either.
It only made sense that our families join, and in exchange for him staying out of my business and swearing to never challenge me, I offered my daughter Tyra. She was a smart child, willful at times but beautiful. She was my pup in every way, too much like me sometimes in personality. Having her cost me my fated mate and it’s always been a confusing thing. I always wanted a large family, as did my mate, but I guess the Goddess had other plans for her and two was more than her body could handle.
Losing your fated mate is something few recover from, something that typically forces a wolf to go insane. I couldn’t very well leave the two pups that my sweet mate gave me but looking at them was a painful reminder of what I lost. A huge part of me died that day, and the only thing I have to look forward to now is growing my pack and ensuring sharp matches for my line to carry on.
I was having second thoughts about the chosen mate for my son Tyson though, she was a pretty little thing, and I found myself getting more and more curious about her. She was far too young for me to consider mating, but the thought often crossed my mind. I didn’t fear many things but I was an idiot not to fear the council on some level.
There are few rules werewolves followed, but even someone such as myself had to abide by this one. Mating or marking pups is punishable by castration or possibly worse. Unfortunately there are those who keep a look out for such things. The council is a governing body of supernatural creatures that try to keep the peace, but lately my new conquests were interfering with their desire for law and order. I needed this alliance with Zander since he had about as much disdain for them as I did. Together, we would be much stronger and they would have a harder time reigning us in. Clearly the council wouldn’t approve of having a 10 year old make a blood oath to marry when she came of age, but I didn’t much care. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time I forced such an arrangement.
“Alpha, I need you to review the final agreement, and Tyra is ready for you to speak with,” my Gamma said, popping his head in my office.
“Yes, I’ll look at it now that way you can make any revisions while I speak to her,” I said, motioning for him to take a seat.
An hour later I made my way to the little cottage where Tyra lived. I rarely let her go far from it. She had a perfect little yard to play in, a couple of little friends to run around with and a couple of animals … but for the most part I kept her in a bubble. I would kill any man who looked at her out of lust, or dared to look at her really at all. She looked exactly like her mother, and I did absolutely everything to keep her safe, shield her. Of course there were some things I made sure she was part of in our pack world, she needed to know who I was, what this pack was and what we represented. Fear … and strength … and above all fortitude. No one fucks with Blood Claw and that reputation must stand no matter what.
“Darling come sit for a minute, I need to talk to you,” I shouted, watching Tyra run around in the yard with her collie.
She smiled and ran toward me, I hadn’t seen her in two days now since I’d been busy preparing for the event.
“Yes daddy,” she said, jumping into my lap.
She was indeed daddy’s girl, but she rarely saw the side of me everyone else did. I saved any semblance of my sweet side for her, any little bit of her mother that still existed in my heart I projected onto my darling pup. Her brother Tyson had trained as a warrior since he could stand, I didn’t baby him whatsoever, and he didn’t need me nearly as much. He was away training this summer, and I gave strict instructions that no one speak to him about this party. Surely he might try to object, he might think he has a say in who Tyra weds. But no one will make that decision except for me.
“We’re having a party tonight my love and you are going to be the guest of honor,” I said, holding her chin.
“It’s not my birthday,” she said, giving me a strange look. She was too smart sometimes.
“You’re right sweet girl but daddy is having some friends over, and I’m going to introduce you to a young man, he’s two years older than you. He’s from a very good family and one day, you will go to live with him, and have pups all your own,” I said, still holding her face.
“One day soon,” she asked.
“No sweetie, when you have your wolf, many years from now,” I said.
“Is he my mate,” she asked.
I tried very hard to control everything Tyra learned in school, all of her lesson plans were personally approved by myself or my Beta. But teaching her about mates was something I couldn’t keep from her no matter how hard I tried. She was taught how to be a Luna since she was old enough to speak. I always knew no matter what the Goddess had in store for her, I would be the one to ensure her match.
“He is your mate my love, he’s very handsome,” I said, trying to reassure her.
I’d never even seen what the boy looked like but he was from a strong Alpha line, surely he looked like a warrior.
“Well if he’s my mate then I can’t wait to meet him, I hope he thinks I’m pretty,” she said.
“Of course he will think you are absolutely beautiful! And just to be sure I have Hildy here to do your hair, and she’s brought you a dress she worked very hard on,” I said, turning her around to see her dress.
I sat her down and she ran to it, her face fully lit up with excitement. She jumped up and down, clapping her little hands.
“Now be a good girl and get ready, Hildy will bring you down for the party,” I said, kissing her head.
“Thank you daddy I love it,” she said, twirling around with her dress.
“You are most welcome sweetie, I’ll see you in a little while,” I said, nodding at the servant.
I made my way to the large yard in front of our packhouse to oversee the preparations and then get ready myself.
Before I knew it guests were arriving and the entire pack was giddy with the excitement that unmated she-wolves would be in attendance. Our packs tried to throw parties every year or two on the chance that some wolves might find their fated mates, or at least one they wanted to pick for a mate.
After about half an hour of mingling I took a knife and hit it against my glass, indicating I wanted everyone’s attention.
“Thank you all for coming, it is an honor to host the Long Tooth pack and celebrate the joining of two great families. Alpha Zander, may I present my lovely daughter Tyra to your son, the future Alpha Zachary,” I said, holding Tyra’s hand.
I looked down to see her frantically looking around for the boy. Her long brown hair was curled perfectly, her light blue gown made her look like the princess she was. She never looked more like her mother and it tugged at my heart.
Zachary came forward, and took Tyra’s other hand, kissing it.
“It’s a great pleasure to meet you Tyra, you’re beautiful,” he said.
Alpha Zander was right behind him, and looked down at the children approvingly. I let out a quiet breath.
“Shall we,” Zander said, drawing a dagger from his waist.
I pulled up Tyra’s hand.
“This will just hurt for a moment darling,” I said.
She looked at me with uncertainty, and I realized I should have prepared her for this part, but a Luna should be prepared for anything at any moment. I hoped she would take the cut well.
Zander slashed Zachary’s hand and then moved toward Tyra’s hand. I watched her intently and she closed her eyes. Zander cut her hand and she didn’t flinch, she didn’t cry out in pain. I couldn’t have been more proud.
Zander joined their hands and I began to say the oath.
“We are gathered here today to witness the blood oath of Tyra Collins and Zachary Owens. As Tyra is younger, when she shall come of age and get her wolf, Zachary will claim her as his mate and Luna. Zachary will then ascend to be Alpha of the Long Tooth pack and usher in a continued era of prosperity and health for both our great families and packs,” I said, clapping my hand over the childrens’.
Zander then put his hand over mine.
“Zachary, do you swear to accept Tyra as your mate, and Luna, and to reject all others who may try to lay claim or interfere,” Zander said.
“Yes, I swear on my blood and the blood of my mate,” he said.
Zachary turned to look Tyra in the eye and he smiled. My heart was full. This was the right match.
“Tyra my dear, do you swear to accept Zachary as your mate and Alpha, and to reject all others who may try to lay claim or interfere,” I said.
She looked up at my eyes, there was some confusion but I could tell she knew better than to show it.
“Yes, I swear on my blood and the blood of my mate,” she said.
I grinned, more proud than ever. The crowd erupted in a series of applause, howls and cheers.
“Let’s celebrate,” I shouted.
~Epilogue~ ~Four Months Later~ ~Missy’s Point of View~ “Are you sure you’re ready to try this baby,” Nate asked, from underneath me. I made a face, since I was already struggling like hell with my current position. I was splayed out across the top of Nate’s body with my back to his chest. My hair was likely suffocating him. Between everything with the village and having little Fisher, we rarely take advantage of the witches’ offers to send us somewhere exotic anymore. But tonight had been planned for weeks, and both grandmas were handling things so we could have a weekend away. However, I still had to have Kendra pop in every 12 hours
~Missy’s Point of View~ ~Next Month~ “Kendra I don’t understand, what’s so important that you had to--” I fumbled into the dark room to find the light, wondering why she was dragging me into the daycare at 8pm on a Friday night. I flicked the switch and my jaw dropped. “SURPRISE!!!” I gasped and covered my mouth as everyone cheered and shouted. There were balloons all over and confetti flew through the air. I looked next to Renata and saw a giant cake, easily four tiers. On top was a brown haired doll in a shiny red dress just like she’d made me for the dance. There were two males in tuxedos both holding on to the doll.
~Missy’s Point of View~ *Are you really not going to shift back,* I said, feeling defeated. My wolf and I laid in front of the packhouse and everyone gawked at us. It had been hours and hours since my shift, and my wolf seemed to be content to stay. She was still mad that I forced her shift early, she was mad that our mates weren’t here to see it and help. She was determined to stay until she got to see them and offer a piece of her mind. I was certain her little badass attitude would fall away once she saw them. The humans were very curious about her, and she let them pet her. She thought it made her feel special and important. Admired, when she couldn’t get that satisfaction from her mates. “Everyone can
~Nate’s Point of View~Could there be anything more impossible than both my mates needing me and having to choose? Missy only gets her first shift once, we had to know it would happen after getting marked. But we couldn’t put off the invasion, not when the Shadows were all ready to go.Would Ryan have been okay without me? Probably. It wasn’t like I did anything but try to comfort him anyhow. This was a whole new dynamic that would take some real thought. Two mates absolutely dependent on me, and Ryan having two dependent on him as well. We were as joined as three people could be. If you’d asked me even a month ago who I would choose in a moment like this, of course I’d have said Missy. She should always be the number one choice. But now I also know, if anything happened to Ryan it would positively devas
~Renata’s Point of View~ I felt Diego now as if he were so close, but I still couldn’t mind-link him. I watched out the window as there was a crazy rain storm that seemed to come and go, then a glowing light in the distance made my jaw drop. I quickly opened my two windows in shock, trying to be sure I was seeing things correctly. A forest fire. Ohh goddess! They’ll never put that out! They’re gonna burn the damn pack to the ground! Oh fuck I gotta get outta here! My mind went into overdrive and I suddenly had to wonder if I could shift and be able to get out of the ankle cuff, I’d have a smaller leg. Would that work? Desperate times Renata… I cle
~Ryan’s Point of View~I hadn’t been in the battle of Blood Claw, but everyone damn well knew the stories. A witch that could raise the dead, use them as a fucked up to way to fight your enemy. And in smoke so thick you can’t even see what’s coming at you? I didn’t sign up for this shit!*Renata, it’s all for her. We are here for her,* Huck reminded me.*It’s all for killing our fucking father,* I reminded him.We all had knives or daggers of some sort, but no guns. Did guns even work against the dead? Did knives? Fuck if I know, there isn’t a training manual for batshit crazy witches!*Katrina thinks this wit
~Missy’s Point of View~ I can only make popcorn for so damn long, what am I going to do for all these people tonight? On top of that, I had a huge migraine and my skin was just super itchy. Maybe if I could sneak away and get a bath I’d feel better. I was already sick of the wink and nudge act from Nate’s mom who kept finding excuses to look at my neck. Although, several people did. They said I smelled different and of course everyone knew what that meant. “We’ll have to have a proper Luna ceremony,” someone said. I had no idea what that entailed, but with my mates gone and my best friend kidnapped it was hardly something I could waste my brain space on for now.
~Diego’s Point of View~ I stood on the practically barren Blood Claw lands, and could hardly imagine what this looked like once upon a time. Tyson didn’t much like to talk about his childhood, he said he was just a mindless zombie doing and going where he was told much like everyone else. That was hard for me to believe now, knowing how strong and confident he was today. But I guess we were all children at some point, just eager to please our parents. Goddess knows I was always trying to prove myself. I had a massive family but we were now spread out all over the place. My parents still live with my youngest sister who has yet to shift. I have no clue what they’ll do when they finally have an empty house, maybe … just maybe I could convince them to come here. They didn
~Renata’s Point of View~ After Tyler’s stupid ass witch succeeded in scaring the shit out of me, everyone left me alone. One of the cooks from the packhouse I knew so well … an older female named Mary, brought me some fruits and finger foods. She refused to really look at or speak to me though. I couldn’t hold it against her, she was obviously scared. Sometime around two in the morning I did drift off to sleep, though it was so light and paranoid I woke barely feeling I’d slept. The sun was up, yet I was still here. I absolutely did dream I woke up back at home, in the strong arms I’d come to know so well. To depend on. How’s this possible? Aren’t they coming for me?
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