Teeth and claws. Snarls and fur. I can taste the copper from the blood of Evander's adversaries. He fights ferociously, viciously, tearing clothes and flesh, mindless of the howls.Chandra and I cling to one another while Evander fights for our lives. Thankfully, he is bigger, stronger, than these Rouges, but there are a lot of them. I worry for him even as I watch him defeat them one by one.Once the last of the Rogues is subdued, Evander shifts back into human form. He rushes over to Chandra and I, fire in his eyes."Are you all right?" he asks, walking straight up to me.He cups my face in his hands so gently I want to bury my cheek in his palm. He looks me over, checking for injuries."If they hurt you in any way, I will kill them.""I'm okay," I assure him, taking a step away from him and his touch. It makes me feel things for him that he doesn't deserve. If I stay too close to him, my resolve will falter.The second he's convinced himself that I'm not hurt, his expression change
Evander emerges from the medic's tent to stand once more at my side.I gape at Candra, blown away by her revelation. "A gift from the Moon Goddess?" I repeat. If only I had known. But even if I did know, would it have changed anything?Candra looks me over, worry etched on her face. "Aurora, you should have inherited the Moon Goddess's gifted abilities from your mother, but I can't sense any wolf scent from you."She steps in closer, searching my eyes for answers I don't know if I'm ready to give."What is it?" Candra asks. "What are you not telling me?"I glance over at Evander, nervous about what's to come. The Moon Goddess's gifted abilities – this is the secret my mother took to her grave. The truth that she never got to share with me.The truth that is now about to be revealed in front of the very person I was keeping it from. The one whose life I saved at the cost of my wolf's."I did have a wolf once," I say, my voice shaking from the turmoil of emotions the confession churns u
Nalani struggles, trying to break free from the guard, but his grip is tight on her arm."Do you know who I am?" she demands. "I am the Luna of the Nightstar Pride Pack and you will not treat me this way!""Yeah, I know," the guard says. "That's only like the twenty-seventh time you've told me.""Well, maybe if you'd listen," she says with pure venom, "I wouldn't have to keep repeating myself.""Wow, yeah," the soldier at the camp's entrance replies. "I see. Take her to the king." He turns to his partner. "Run ahead and let the court know they're about to have a visitor."His partner nods and jogs off toward the center of the camp.Nalani gives the guards a disgruntled huff, then tosses her hair back over her shoulder. The movement turns her head and she immediately catches my eye.A hateful smile begins to curl her lips, but then she notices Evander there beside me."Evander!" she calls out with fierce sort of satisfaction."There, you oaf," she says, swatting the guard holding her.
"What are you saying?" I ask defensively. Not again. Please, this cannot be happening to me again. I look around at the stoic faces of the king, my aunt, the prince, and my former mate. None of them are giving me any sort of comforting vibes."You're going to exile me because I was born of a Werewolf and a Lycan?" I demand, getting agitated. Will this nightmare ever end? Will my baby ever be safe? "That's not my fault!""I know," the king says gently. "Historically, children of interspecies couples are rare, such matings almost never produce pups, but when they do, the offspring are seen as cursed and are either exiled or killed. They are outcasts, doomed to roam alone, with no place in either Lycan or Werewolf societies."The king's eyes meet mine. "And because of that, both societies do our best to try to keep those mixed individuals from furthering their cursed bloodline."My arms instinctively wrap around my belly. Not only am I the product of a mixed coupling, but my baby is as
Stunned isn't a strong enough word for how I'm feeling. My Evander, bold and formidable, tough and strict, the proud Alpha, is humbling himself before the Lycan King on my behalf.I think that may be the most insane sentence ever strung together in the history of words. And the part that resounds in my heart, the part that really wants to bring me to my knees…He's doing it for me.The king frowns down at the men kneeling before him. On the right is his son, the heir to the throne, and a shining star among the Lycans. On the left is his once sworn enemy, the Alpha of one of the strongest and most influential packs in the known world.And both of them are beseeching him on my behalf.Slowly, Evander rises to his feet. He dips his head to the king before stepping away from the man, bowing out of his space and pivoting into mine."What are you doing?" I demand. I want to ask him a million more things, but my confusion, my utter shock, short circuits something in my brain, and all I can d
After all these years I finally learned the truth of the woman I once called my wife and mate. I was so wrong – about everything.Candra smiles at Aurora gently. The resemblance between them is startling. I see in Chandra’s face what Aurora’s would have matured into if we stayed married, if she were still my mate, if we were destined to grow old together. "It's a gift from the Moon Goddess,” the priestess explains to my former mate. “A boon extended to our lineage."Since the day we met, I tried to mind link with her. Again and again, we tried and failed. The only possible conclusion was that she had no wolf. And by thinking that, I assumed that meant she never had one."I did have a wolf once," Aurora said, and my heart stopped in shock. "But, before I could shift, before my wolf could come into her power…"I heard the turmoil in her voice. The pain."Before I could shift,” she confessed. “I used my gifted healing ability to save a dying person."To save a dying person.That person
It was a long journey home. Nalani, Ralfi, and I barely spoke on the way, which only made it seem longer.Upon our arrival back at the pack house, I feign illness, forcing myself to look as pathetic as possible.It isn't that hard. All I have to do is remember Aurora's anger. The pain ensures I don't have to do much acting at all."Sir," Ralfi asks, showing uncharacteristic concern. "Would you like me to get you anytime? Medicine of some sort?""No, Ralfi, I'm fine. You're dismissed for the evening."Ralfi nods, then walks away, leaving Nalani and I alone in the foyer."But Evander," Nalani pouts. "You're not fine. Look at you! Sick and trembling. You need help.""I don't want you to get sick too," I say. "I'd feel even more awful if you caught whatever this is. Really, I can take care of myself.""I'm sure you can," she now purrs. "But I want to be the one who takes care of you.""I know," I say. I also know there are many ways to interrupt what she just said. "Honestly, I just want
Ralfi drags Nalani away. She's still screaming about revenge, but I don't have time for her whining. While she was trying to poison me, I had my team gather up her coconspirators.They should have gotten everyone by now.I toss Nalani's syringe into my personal safe, then leave my bedroom to join the others in the pack house command center.They are waiting for me when I enter – Ralfi and my mother, the select few soldiers I chose for this mission."Do you mind telling us why we were all called out of our beds to do a search and extract mission on some of our brothers and sisters?" Ralfi asks.My Beta mostly knows my plan now, this question is for the others. I haven't shared much with anyone. There was no one I could fully trust until I knew for sure the names of everyone who was involved."It pains me to report that we have been infiltrated from the inside."I wait for the horrified and indignant gasps to subside."Upon Nalani's awakening, I learned of a plot to weaken us, and leave
"Evander, what are you doing!?"I can't believe what I'm seeing. Evander's malevolent grin is so far out of character for him, it's hard to believe this is the same man I married.My gaze shifts to my father who is struggling to regain consciousness after Evander knocked him out. My ex could be harsh at times, but I've never before felt such…evil."You're coming with me," my blood-soaked former mate tells me. He crosses the room in two great strides, then takes hold of my arm."We can't go anywhere!" I protest. "You're injured, all that blood, and my dad… What did you do to my father?"My brain is having a hard time keeping up with all that I'm witnessing. None of this makes any sense. Five minutes ago, I believed Evander to be on the brink of death, mortally wounded in an ambush that took him and the pack by surprise.But now, he seems as fit as ever despite all the blood on his tattered clothes.His grip on me tightens painfully. I look into his eyes, but instead of finding the man
Consciousness comes to me slowly. I drift into awareness from a cozy pink cloud of good dreams.I smile, reveling in the simplicity of my deepest desires. Evander was with me in the dream and he was my husband again. I felt his warmth, his care, and there was no doubt in my mind that as long as he was watching over me all would be well.The best part of the dream was that I felt loved. I have not felt that in quite a while.Stupid, silly, wish fulfillment fantasies of the lovelorn. If I ever write my memoirs, that'll definitely be a chapter in the book.There is a knock on my door and I relinquish the last remnants of my dream with a sigh.Real life always intrudes.There's only one person who would be knocking on my door at this hour of the morning. I call for my father to enter while I'm still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.He enters my room and I know right away something is wrong."Aurora, we need to go. There are skirmishes happening in the woods all around us. It's not safe f
There is a lot on my mind as I walk back to the camp. Aurora, her mother, the price of her gift. Porter's face when he talked about the possibility of losing his little girl to an early grave. The way her skin shone in the moonlight – smooth and silken.I touch a finger to my lips. I can still feel the warmth of her forehead there. My lips burn to taste her kiss again, but first–Something stops me in my tracks, the hair on the nape of my neck rising. I sniff the air, but can't detect anything untoward. But someone or something is closing in.Every instinct I have is screaming for me to fight, to tear the menace to shreds.I move as quickly as I dare through the woods and back to the campsite. I hear the battle before I see it, the snarls and clashes of steel. Gunpowder now reaches my nose along with singed wood and copper blood.Using every bit of stealth I possess, I sneak up on one of the attackers and break his neck from behind. He drops to the ground without a sound.In the moonl
I follow the scent, so light and refreshing. My heart longs to breathe it in more fully, to bury my face in her hair while I hold her in my arms.Aurora.A quiver goes through me at the thought of seeing her at the end of this trail.I should be tracking the scout, trying to pick up his path, but my feet refuse to heed my brain's command and instead take the route my heart craves most.The scent leads me to a clearing in the woods, then finally a cabin. It's a modest structure, built from logs and slate. It's well below the means I am used to living in, but it appears sturdy.A man exits the cabin and I instinctively draw back behind a tree. By the moonlight I can see he's an older wolf, past his prime, but still strong. His head tilts, and there in the lines of his profile, I see Aurora's features made masculine and bold."I know you're out there," Aurora's father calls. I hear him pump the barrel on a shotgun, then see it when he brings it to his shoulder to take aim into the night.
The battle rages all around me. I can taste my own sweat. Blood is on the wind."Evander! This is the spot we scouted earlier." One of my lieutenants points to a clearing on the top of a rise. "We need to set up our operation before we lose the moonlight."I give him a nod, granting him leave to begin preparations. He doesn't make it ten feet before we hear a yelp from below. Someone got caught in a trap.I hope it was one of the Moonvalley pack.I breathe in the night, taking the measure of the woods. The forest is dark, but not entirely unfamiliar to me. The Amber Sky pack – Aurora's familial pack – has territory not many miles from where I'm standing.I can only hope that scant distance is enough to keep her safe.My warriors are ready to fine tune our plan of attack when I enter the clearing. I look at each of their faces before I speak, happy to find resolution in every single one."You know the plan," I tell them brusquely. "In the hour before dawn, we bypass the forest and atta
I pull open the cabin's front door and find Prince Mykal standing there."Hello, Aurora," he says, smiling so brightly his beauty is nearly blinding."I've only been gone three days!" I blurt out, too surprised to see him to self-edit. "Did you miss me that much?""I did," he replies charmingly.I'm not sure if he's joking or not."Who's there?" my father calls out from behind me, and I realize I've kept the prince standing outside this whole time."Come, in, Mykal," I say, stepping aside to allow him to enter.My father gabs at the royal Lycan now standing in his living room."Dad, I'd like you to meet Prince Mykal Boreal."My dad's jaw drops open and he fumbles to make some sort of bow. "Hello, um, Your Highness?""Please, sir," Mykal says affably. "There's no need for formalities. Call me Mykal.""What brings you here, Mykal?" I jump in, saving my father from his own awkwardness. "You've come a long way to see us.""I'll confess," the prince says, reaching out to take my hand. "I w
"What are you saying?!" I am beyond shocked. I'm so appalled, I'm sick to my stomach. "How could you even suggest such a thing?""I don't do it lightly," my father replies wearily. "But giving up that child might be the best thing for you.""No." I can't believe that. I won't."This child is everything to me. I will never abandon my baby.""Even though its father left you? Even knowing it will carry Lycan in its veins and never truly be accepted among Werewolf kind?""Even so." I will not argue about this with him. "I'm not going to change my mind.""Your mother was headstrong too," he says. He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders."What are you not telling me, Dad?" I'm too tired to beg, too worn down from this life. "The time for secrets is over.""You have grown, Aurora," my father says. "I'm proud of you."I flush under his praise even though I don't want to. I feel like a little girl again.It's not a bad feeling at all."While your mother and I were on the
It took longer than I would have liked, but eventually, I set out for Werewolf lands, and my father's cabin beyond. The journey was long, but mostly boring, thank the gods. There were no problems at the border crossings.I stand now on the crest opposite the property, gazing upon the house from the outside. It's been years since I've been back. I approach the house cautiously, the memories flooding back with every step I take. The back porch where we all used to sit and watch the sunset. The giant boulder on the north side of the property – I used to climb to the top and pretend I was a princess trapped in a tower, waiting for my hero to come.As I walk around to the front door, I spot a familiar figure walking up the path.He stops in tracks when he sees me, both of us stuck dumb by the sight of the other.I always thought of my father as a mountain of man, and he is robust and powerful, but I see gray at his temples that was not here before, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.My
Two guards haul me to my feet, my clothes in tatters, my back a bloody mess. My whole body wants to sway, then topple over, maybe even curl up in a ball on the ground.But just like I wouldn't give the King of Kings the satisfaction of my screams, I refuse to fall down now."You're so funny, Evander," King Tozen says, looking me over. "Anything for your cause, huh? I won't deny that you've impressed me. For that alone, I'm willing to entertain your plea."There was no 'plea.' I didn't beg him. But I'm in no position to argue the point right now. He can use whatever words he wants as long as he gives me what I need."Return to the throne room in an hour's time," the king commands. "Clean yourself up. You're in no state to present yourself to royalty."And who's fault is that? I wonder, even as I keep my mouth firmly shut.Having said all that he intended to say to me at the moment, King Tozen glides out the room, the train of his royal cloak once again following along behind him."Come