>I was expecting bad news, but what I heard was not something I had in mind. I was shocked to hear Xavier.I should’ve expected it. With Claire back, it was the obvious course of action. I shouldn’t be sad or shocked.“Zoe.” He called me and I realized that I hadn’t said anything in a while.“Okay.” I managed to utter.“Okay?” He asked. He must’ve expected a different reaction. Maybe he was expecting me to ask or maybe even negotiate. But I was still in shock at the news to understand the future outcomes.“Okay.” I repeated.Before either of us could discuss any further, the waiter arrived to get our orders. Xavier placed his order first and since my brain was not working at all, I agreed to have whatever he was having.The waiter offered some wine and I knew I needed alcohol to pass the evening.I had already made a fool of myself in front of him yesterday, I was not going to do it again. Once we were left alone, he said, “Don’t worry. I have taken your father’s case a
>“So, let me get this straight. Xavier’s secretary wants to take you on a hillside vacation?” Maisie asked confused.I had called her and she had dropped everything to come over. Now we both sat on my bed and I could not understand if she was skeptical of it or happy about it.“That’s what the message says.” I shrugged.“And what do you want?” She asked softly.“Honestly?” I asked. She nodded.“I just want to crawl under a rock and disappear until everything blows over.” I sighed, feeling defeated.“You know what I think?” She asked.I urged her to answer, “What?”“You know what.” She said meaningfully.“What do you-” I was about to ask when she nodded with a smile, and I asked shocked, “Are you serious?”“I mean, first thing first, we need to know how he wants to take you. Like as a friend or is he looking for more?” Maise picked up a cushion and placed it in her lap, getting comfortable.“Jacob and I have had a very nice friendly relationship so far.” I thought to mysel
>“I still can’t believe it is really happening.” Maisie exclaimed excitedly.“I’m glad it worked out this way.” Jacob, who was driving, smiled at me.“Who would’ve thought my plus one would be friends with Jacob’s plus one.” Micheal, Maisie’s friend from Xavier’s Pack said from where he was sitting beside Maisie in the backseat.“This weekend is going to be so much fun.” Maisie was beyond giddy with excitement. She nudged my shoulder, “Say something. You love nature.”“Yeah.” I only managed. I was thinking about Xavier and the way he had cut ties with me. That was all I seemed to think about recently.“Wow. Love the enthusiasm, Zee.” Maisie said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.“Jacob, how long till we get there?” She asked, suddenly.“About 3 more hours.” He answered, focusing on the road.“Alright, how about a freshening up break then? We have been on the road for two hours. I need to stretch a little.” She asked.“There is a gas station in about half an hour, we can
> “Alright people, gather your stuff, we’ll be there in ten.” Jacob announced and we all sat straighter. I was now seated beside Maisie who nudged my elbow, “Hey, we are going to have so much fun. Aren’t we.” Since the gas station when I had confessed my feelings to Maisie, it had lifted a weight from my heart. I was relieved. All the time I had spent with Xavier, I had seen how he kept women at a distance. From his receptionist to his clients who were all interested in him. He never cared. But he had brought me into his home. He had allowed me a side of himself I was sure that no one had seen and I knew that it had to be special. Suddenly a thought came into my mind and I had to share it with Maisie, “When we get there, I’ll tell you something.” “About you-know-how?” Maisie asked, excitedly. This girl was more excited about my love life than me. I nodded and she gasped. True to his word, Jacob pulled up in the driveway of a gorgeous mansion sitting snuggly in the
> Despite being overwhelmed with Council duties, John’s case, and most importantly, my self-imposed distance between Zoe and myself, I couldn’t refuse Claire. She was so excited. She called all her older friends, who had been just as surprised as me but also very welcoming. I bet they were all curious why she up and left so suddenly without a trace. I wondered what she would tell them. The day arrived to leave and as we drove Claire kept talking about everything she had planned for the getaway, especially because some of her friends were going to bring plus ones whom Claire had not yet met. All I could think about was, what Zoe would be doing now? Was she upset? Unlike the time she had been devastated when she had seen Claire return and drunk herself to near oblivion. She hadn’t called or texted me. Maisie, her best friend, hadn’t contacted me either. Was she already over me? Was I the only one overthinking? After all, I was the only one of the two of us who kne
>I contemplated walking away, but I knew it was impossible for a wolfless one like me to walk down the hill back to the city in this state. And that too in a different territory.It had taken us six hours to get there. I needed a car to go back.But I was determined not to face Xavier and especially not Claire.For that purpose, I knew I couldn’t just walk in through the main entrance and after a minute of gathering courage, I decided to climb in through the balcony of my room.The moment I was inside my room without any hitch, I breathed a sigh of relief.“What happened out there?!”I whipped around in shock to see Maisie sitting on my bed, looking worried.She immediately got up and rushed to me. She started examining my face and arms, “Are you hurt? Tell me, Zoe.”“I slipped.” Was all I could manage.The image of Xavier helping Claire out of his car and her kissing his cheek haunted me.“You are not okay.”Maisie led me to bathroom, “Go on. Take a shower. I'll bring yo
> I wanted to step closer. I was ready to even confront her. I wanted to know why she was there. How did she even know about the place? But before I could, my phone started ringing. It was Claire. I used to love talking to her on the phone. I used to enjoy her attention when she would get worried about me. But seeing the call now, I had to resist a sigh of annoyance as I attended the call, "Hey." "Hey, you. Where are you?" "I told you I was going on a walk." "That was half an hour ago. I expected you to be back by now. I came out of the shower and you still aren't here." I could feel her pouting over the phone. "I thought you said you would get ready for dinner." "I am going to. Don't you have to change too?" "I'm on my way." "Great! See you on the balcony. Kisses." She waited for me to cut the call and by that time I heard a shower running in the room Zoe had climbed in. So, I decided to wait for things to unfold and go get a shower myself. It had been a
> The food was served but how could one eat if all appetite was lost? Seeing Xavier with Claire, arm in arm, like they had always belonged together was a new kind of pain. I was angry at Jacob for bringing me here even though he knew that Xavier was going to be here too. I glanced at him to my left as he was busy enjoying the delicate appetizer. He and I were going to have a long conversation about his reasonings and excuses for putting me through this. He knew Claire was the hostess and he still brought me. All I needed was to get through the dinner without any drama or drawing any attention to myself. I held my fork so tightly in my hand that I feared I might break or bend it, and werewolves don't use fragile cutlery. I was about to take a few bites to avoid seeming rude when I nearly jumped out of my seat at the shock of feeling a hand on my right thigh. I looked alarmed to my right and John was eating like nothing was wrong, while his left hand caressed my thigh
>It took an hour and a lot of emotional blackmail on behalf of Aunt Julie to convince Zoe to let Xavier go with her to Kansas City. And that too only on the condition that nothing would be expected of her and it was only a test for Xavier to see if he can keep to his word.After a lot of persuasion and tales of mates, second chances, belief in the Moon Goddess, and the fact that technically Xavier was the only one left in the world who was hers and on her side for good, Aunt Julie smiled and patted Zoe's back, "I'll go up and tell him that you need to talk. Be nice, okay?"Zoe didn't dare roll her eyes at Aunt Julie, she respected her way too much for that. But she did shake her head slightly knowing how Aunt Julie managed to convince her but she let her do it. If anyone had any right to Zoe, it was Aunt Julie after everything she had done for the Simmons family and how she had been so much more than just a distinct cousin of her Dad and their housekeeper. She was family a
>Zoe climbed up the stairs decisively while Xavier stayed in the garage trying to calm down and make peace with the fact that his forgiveness was going to take some time. He was hopeful that it would come eventually, just a bit late.He wanted to tell Zoe about Claire so she would stop worrying about him going back to her. But, Zoe already had so much on her plate, that she didn't need to be pulled into everything Claire was a part of. Xavier felt like it was pointless to make his worries hers when she hadn't even forgiven him yet.The more important thing was staying by her side. Which meant, he had to persuade her to let him come with her. The world was a much darker place than she knew and he wanted to protect her from it even though physically she didn't need protecting.Plus, he had no idea how idea what awaited them at those coordinates. Since it had been more than a decade since those numbers had been put down on that letter, there was a possibility that they would f
>"Zoe, I cannot relate to your pain or anything you are going through. So, I will not even try to say that I understand. I don't. And I know how many times I have let you down," He started the speech he had been working for hours as they drove to Silver Moon two days ago."Don't, please," Zoe tried to turn away. She wanted the apology. She had spent nights dreaming of the moment Xavier realized what a huge mistake he had made to let her go. But, that was not the moment for it. She was already an emotional mess."Let me, please. You need to hear this and I need to say this." He cautiously stepped closer and held her arms gently to ensure she didn't leave without hearing but could if she wanted to."Why? You didn't care about saying or being heard a few months ago." Zoe looked up at him bitterly, his touch igniting sensations stronger than she had ever felt because of her heightened senses."Believe me or not but I really thought that letting you go to have a new life was th
>"What are you so happy about?" I asked Aunt Julie whose excitement was confusing me.Instead of answering me straight away she sat me down on a couch with a nostalgic look and held my hands motherly before finally speaking."Did your Dad ever tell you that you have your mother's eyes?" She asked with a soft sad smile.She didn't wait for me to answer, probably because she knew the answer to her question. She resumed, "Of course not. He did his best to remove any mention of her from his life. That was his way of dealing with his grief."What about my grief? I wanted to ask but I chose to listen.She was right, no one was allowed to talk about Mom in our house. I was never allowed to ask any questions. Aunt Julie tried her best to fill that hole in my life but for a ten-year-old girl, no one could replace her mother. I barely had any memories of her either. The psychiatrist had told Dad that it was a form of PTSD. I don't remember what the trauma exactly was, but apparentl
>Zoe ran to her room and gathered the contents of the box. She got her old laptop and searched up the location. She rushed back down and went outside to the broken car.Xavier and Aunt Julie followed her as Zoe opened the backseat door."You can't go in that. I doubt it's even going to start." Xavier commented."It better. The coordinates are a two-day drive away." Zoe replied without looking at him. Then, she suddenly turned to him, "Key?" She brought her hand forward expectantly."Zoe," He started but she was getting impatient, "Key, now."He sighed, fetched the key from his pants pocket, and placed it on her open palm. She grabbed it and turned without a thank you. Aunt Julie tried to protest, "You can't let her go alone,""I'm not. Don't worry, " he said and waited for Zoe to try starting the car. He crossed his arms and waited as she turned the key in the ignition, but the car didn't start. Zoe stubbornly tried to keep trying instead of admitting that he was right. T
>"What are these?" Zoe put the envelope on the coffee table between herself and Xavier.Glad that she was finally talking to him, he leaned, his brows furrowed in confusion and concentration, "Letter to you?" He said."The number, what are those?" Zoe resisted the urge to roll her eyes or go over and kiss his confused expression. She knew he was trying not to upset her further. She didn't know why he suddenly cared but a small part of her was relieved that he hadn't mentioned his chosen mate yet or gone back to her. By the looks of it, he was only worried about Zoe. She didn't want to let him in her heart and get it broken again but she wasn't sure if he had left entirely the first time either."Looks like coordinates." He thought out loud."I knew it." Zoe snatched the envelope back, their fingers brushing for a moment and both tried to not show how the touch affected them."I can get the location checked. That is, if you want.." Xavier offered softly.Zoe didn't answer b
>"Weren't you informed not to call? The lines can be intercepted!" I whisper-yelled into the phone as soon as I was sure neither Aunt Julie nor Zoe could overhear."This one's fine, Sir. I made sure. And this is urgent." Jacob spoke in a hushed tone like he was afraid."Well?" I said expectantly, urging Jacob to resume."We were found. Some of our men work for your father and call him Alpha. I don't know how they found out." Jacob informed."Did they take Claire?" I asked expecting the worst."No. They tripped off an alarm I had planted around the area and I got a fifteen-minute headstart. I drugged Claire and took her before they could get us. They knew about the underground room." He told."Where are you now?""At the Shaw Safehouse. I cleaned up any evidence of the underground room being in use before we left. They won't know Claire was there." Jacob reassured me and then said, "But the bad news is, the cleanup team at Golden Eclipse didn't do as great of a job.""W
>The next morning, Zoe was up and out of the house just as the dawn broke through the sky.She had a restless night, the same nightmare burning her mind whenever she closed her eyes. She had waited for her wolf for so long. And then, she had taken even longer to accept that, unlike her fellows, she would never be able to transform into one because she was wolfless.Now, she had a beast. Granted it was not a regular wolf but an animal nonetheless and she wanted to transform. Her mind focused on her need to feel herself shift consciously just to be sure that it had actually happened. Also, this newfound focus helped distract her from the grief of her father.She called out to Dahlia and fell to her knees, trying to force her bones to move, for her skin to get covered with thin grey fur and for her canines to elongate and sharpen. Nothing happened.Dahlia did her best to aid her human but it proved futile as no matter how hard either of them tried, Zoe's body refused to trans
[WARNING: This chapter contains details of gore and death. Proceed with caution.]>That night Zoe slept in her old bed. Apparently, no one had known about their departure from Golden Ecplise or their arrival at the Silver Moon.Xavier chose to stay and Aunt Julie asked him to stay in Joe Simmons room but he refused knowing that when Zoe found out, she would be furious. She blamed Xavier for her father's death, and truthfully, so did he.Aunt Julie wanted to ask about Xavier about his pack but he had been so quiet that she decided otherwise.Zoe sat on her bed looking at the contents of the wooden box. She stared at the pictures. This time with more attention to detail than she had earlier in the day. She read the notes behind each. Some were normal comments about the picture while some were in the same language as the bundle of paper and needed to be decipered. It was just all too much information to be digested at once. The only good thing that came out of opening that