Stephen’s POVIt had all been going so well.By that, of course, I meant that I’d been avoiding Rhiannon like the coward I was and spending far too much time with Hyacinth. Moving in here had meant to push me closer to Rhi. In reality, it had done the opposite.Not that she seemed to mind. She spent all of her time with her new pet, Foxy Spangles, walking alone and brooding, or sitting with her father’s plaque in the woods. I’d gone with her to The Endpoint once, where she’d stared blankly at her dad’s name where it had been carved into the wall. That had been the last time I’d insisted on coming with her.I didn’t know what it was, but I felt half a step out of stride with my mate. That wasn’t supposed to happen – was it?‘It’s because you’re a scoundrel, young man!’ cried Brian. ‘Hyacinth is the bee’s knees, that I cannot argue with, my boy, but it does not justify your behaviour. You and Rhiannon need to have a jolly good chinwag about the whole thing. You are just chockablock with
Stephen’s POV“Hyacinth?” I murmured, going to reach for her but thinking better of it and stopping myself short.“Come on,” she said again, her tone unnaturally steely. “We need those herbs. I’ve drawn a map of our territory and set it by the candle. We should have everything we need now.”I swallowed down further attempts to make whatever I’d done wrong right and sat down opposite her, with the yellow candle between us. There was a carefully drawn map of the Night Wind pack’s territory beneath it, too, as well as a small glass bowl to the right of the candle, and a box of matches to its left.Hyacinth didn’t say anything until I started to lift the herbs. “Tip them into the glass bowl,” she muttered, refusing to look at me. What the heck had I done? Brian’s voice was unusually sympathetic. ‘Marcella said you needed good intentions for this spell to work, did she not, my boy? It might be best to put your disagreement, whatever it was, to one side and focus on bringing spring back to
Amelia’s POVCaleb was gone. Again.I reached for his side of the bed. It was cold. I shivered as my palm pressed into the mattress. Even with the fire crackling in the hearth I felt the night’s chill – but I thought it had more to do with the fact that my mate had never come up to bed than the bitter middle-of-the-night air.He’d been distant since we’d been back in Night Wind. Okay, to be fair, he’d been distant with me for a lot longer than that, but he’d been particularly unaware since our return.I missed home. I missed home and, more than anything, I missed Kieran. Leaving him behind had carved an entirely new hole out of my heart. It was for the best, I knew that, and I’d made this choice a long time ago… regardless, that didn’t make it hurt any less.He was my soulmate. Making a decision in my head didn't change the way my heart felt.And now I was back here, in the place where somebody had poisoned me, and the one person I relied on more than anyone else was leaving me alone
Amelia’s POVThe blood left my face in a rush.That bastard.Not only had he kept on fooling around with the Omega, the absolute idiot had done it carelessly enough that he’d been caught red-handed. Or red-dicked might be the more accurate description…He was a cheat. He was a liar. And, worse still than all of that, Caleb had jeopardised everything we’d worked for – everything Kieran and I had sacrificed our love for – all for a shag. My whole body burned with rage. My blood was boiling; I couldn’t see past the haze of red clouding my vision.‘Breathe,’ Maeve said. ‘You can’t lose it in front of this Omega. You know how fast word spreads in a pack, Amelia. You also know how much is riding on this. I know it hurts; I know you want to kill him right now. I do, too. But you’re angry that he’s risked the peace for this. Don’t let him win. Don’t let everything fall apart, not after everything you – everything we – have given up to get to this point.’‘You’re right.’ I picked up my own cu
Caleb’s POVI raced upstairs to tell Amelia everything, desperate to share the news that the Eternal Winter seemed to be ending, though I’d left my heart back in the gardens with Rhiannon. Separating myself from her, for now, was painful but necessary. I was so hopped up on passion and joy and the swirling highs of the mate bond that I was prepared to tell Amelia the truth about everything. It was the only way to get us through this. She could be with Kieran and I could be with Rhiannon – no harm done.I swung the door open. I’d seen the lights were on from outside, so I knew she was awake. “Ames?” I called, smoothing a hand over my sex-ruffled hair. Oh, to hell with it. She was going to find out soon enough.She lunged at me with her teeth bared. Her hand balled into a fist at my collar, digging into my throat. “You,” she spat, her upper lip curling as she glared at me. “You bastard, Caleb!”She shoved me back against the door. I stumbled, taken by surprise. “What?” I winced, rubbin
Caleb’s POVI slept uneasily, waking up every hour, tossing and turning through the night. Amelia didn’t try to hide the fact that she was wide awake; she sat up and stared at her hands, twisting our mating band around her finger, over and over and over again. Even when I dreamt, I dreamt of her sitting there, twiddling with that ring, sometimes looking at it, others looking at me. By the morning, I didn’t know which parts of the night had been real and which I had dreamt.She spoke to me as the sun rose. Neither of us had closed the curtains. I let its warm, golden light wash over me and tried to find strength in it.“What are you going to do about this mess?” Amelia asked, her voice as cold as it had been last night.I sat up slowly, wishing I could prolong the inevitable. “You know what I’m going to do, Ames. I’m going to do what I have to.”She nodded. “Good. I’m going to tell the others about the blossom. I’ll check in on Harley, too, if you’d like.”“I’d appreciate that.” I clea
Rhiannon’s POVI just stared at Caleb’s back as he walked away. I wasn’t going to run after him or beg for him to come back. Fuck that. He’d treated me like dirt for the last time.I’d thought this was it. I’d thought we’d chosen each other. Apparently, I’d been wrong. Really, really wrong. My bottom lip quivered; I bit down on it, hard enough to draw blood. I wasn’t going to cry over someone so callous and cold – even if I was curling in on myself, my head too light, my breaths too shallow. He’d gone and taken my soul with him.I don’t know how long I stood in the doorway. My fingers had long since gone numb from gripping the wood. It was the only thing I had to hold me up. A small, red body wound around my legs. I laughed, the sound choked by a sob. “Hey, Foxy,” I murmured, reaching down to scratch his little head.“I tried to feed him, but he wanted you – Rhi? What’s wrong?” Hyacinth’s worried voice spilled out into the hall. “Are you crying?”I took a deep breath, picked up Foxy
Stephen’s POVIt was hard, to begin with, pretending to Rhiannon that I didn’t know she’d cheated on me. It was hard, but it was worth it – because, as the days blurred into weeks, we found our feet again. Things weren’t quite the same between us as they’d been before, of course, but I’d managed to set aside the scandal, for the most part, and move past it.Some days were harder than others. Some days, all I could hear was the remembered sound of Rhiannon groaning Alpha Caleb’s name.Then there were the days that were even worse than that. Those days had nothing to do with Rhiannon, though, and everything to do with her twin sister.I never told a soul, but I ached for Hyacinth. I tried to shove it aside, to focus on Rhi, but it was like knowing that she’d cheated had given me an out. It made my feelings for Cin grow stronger and stronger – not that I’d ever tell anyone that. On the inside, I was a scrambled-up mess of feelings. On the outside, however, I was Rhiannon’s doting mate.I
Rhiannon’s POVSix months laterThe Night Wind Pack needed this, I realised, beaming around at the crowd as I stepped off the stage. Though there was a notable sadness still clinging to the wolves – my wolves, I realised with a heady burst of shock, not unlike being doused in cold water – most of it had been shoved aside for tonight.It was a celebration, after all.The night sky was alight with glittering stars and the full, fat orb of the moon. Our unnatural spring had blurred into the real thing, and now the first signs of summer were in the late-evening warmth and glossy green leaves on every deciduous tree.Lamplight lit up the stage and the seats before it. Smaller bulbs were strung over the heads of the crowd, fluttering slightly in the wind. Something made the back of my neck prickle, like I was being watched – but of course I was being watched. I brushed my fingers over my new ring, and my smile widened impossibly further. Caleb helped me down the last step, his grin even bi
Caleb’s POVNight Wind settled into our new spring with trepidation. Of course, there was joy too – so much of it I’d had to look the other way when most of my Omegas turned up to their cooking and cleaning shifts still drunk on honey mead and sweet berry wine – but it was undercut with uncertainty and loss.We’d had a day of silence for Luna Amelia. Her death was a dark shroud over the entire pack. Even when we were drinking under the stars, lying on the fresh spring grass and looking up at the blooming buds on the branches above, we were toasting to her memory. I’d heard more wet-voiced, “Three cheers, in honour of our fallen Luna!” in the last week than I’d ever wanted to. It was a knife through my heart every time.We still didn’t know what had caused the Eternal Winter and, even after Rhi had told me everything she’d experienced on the border between us and Moon Chasm, over and over again until she was blue in the face, I still couldn’t make sense of it. I’d paired her account o
Rhiannon’s POVReturning home was… confusing.I was torn between awe and heartache, love and loss, a giddy, child-like glee and the raw sort of grief I’d only known once before, after my father’s death. The sun glittered overhead, the sudden spring my death had brought on as unnatural as the everlasting winter had been before it. It was beautiful, too, the kind of beautiful that made my throat catch and my eyes glisten with unshed tears. Caleb’s hand in mine was steady and grounding, and whenever I stumbled his arm looped solidly around my waist. As always, he caught me.That bliss only compounded the unfairness of it all. I had lived, but Amelia had died. Kieran’s cries still echoed in my ears.He hadn’t come back with us. Nobody had been able to move him away from Maeve’s fallen body. I hoped he was okay but I knew, I knew, that he wasn’t. I inhaled sharply.“You all right?” murmured Caleb, squeezing me.I let my weight rest a little more on him. “Just thinking about Kieran.”He sh
Stephen’s POVI hit the floor hard. I didn’t quite black out – but I wanted to.The pain was everything. There was no part of me not consumed by it. My blood burned and my skin turned to ash. But it was my heart that hurt worst of all.It was ripped from my chest, torn and bloody and, when I thought it couldn’t possibly hurt any more than it already did, some otherworldly hand took my heart and dunked it in acid. I had a vague, distant awareness of movement. I couldn’t focus on it, on anything but the agony echoing through me.When the pain started to ease, I opened my eyes. The world turned sideways as my vision struggled to cling onto a single spot, but eventually my focus steadied on Hyacinth’s face.My lower lip trembled. “Beautiful,” I mouthed, no sound coming out.It hit me then, full force, how striking she was. There was no way I could’ve been so blind, all of this time. Rose petal lips let out a small, relieved gasp, and icy blue eyes, never before so blue as they seemed rig
Stephen’s POVHyacinth was kept under observation in the medical centre for a full day after Rhiannon left, despite her repeatedly telling various doctors and Omegas that she felt fine, thank you very much. I stayed with her the whole time, leaving only to collect a basket of fruit from my family and bringing it back to her.When we finally made it back to her cabin – our cabin, although it felt weird to say that, knowing I’d moved into it to be with her sister – there was a fresh fruit basket awaiting us on the kitchen table. I muddled raspberries and boiled water, and told her to wait on the sofa, under a blanket, for her tea.“So.” She swung her legs and gripped her mug. She still looked even paler than usual and sleep-deprived, with heavy bags under her eyes and sallow cheeks. “What happens now?”My throat bobbed. “What do you mean?”She gestured vaguely towards me. “With us.”An awkward silence sat between us. I glanced at the fire, remembering the feel of the rough wood against
Kieran’s POVI stared down at Maeve. I tried to see around the blood drying across her fur. I tried to see past the slack way her jaw was hinged, past the tiny sliver of glazed eye peeking out beneath her closed eyelids.I couldn’t. Not anymore. Those things were focal points now, the only parts of her I could really see. There was no life left in her. There was only death.My hands curled into fists in her fur. Another sob tore apart my throat. I didn’t feel like a person anymore; I was an empty shell, the wreckage of a ship left to drown. I was a scattered hull and deck, planks of wood and metal, all floating separately to drown in the darkness of an unforgiving sea.Gentle hands touched my shoulders, breathing a mimicry of life into my lungs. “Kieran? Kieran, is she…”I twisted around, my eyes as glazed as Ames’s as I looked up at Rhiannon. I would’ve frowned, had I been alive enough to do so. I hadn’t registered much in the last… how long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Day
Rhiannon’s POV “Rhiannon?” Caleb cupped my cheeks. His hands felt a million miles away. “Rhiannon, this isn’t funny. Wake up,” panic leaked into his voice, “please, Rhi, wake up!” I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to hold onto him. I wanted… I wanted… What did I want? The darkness was closing in. There was no way out of it, this time. That knowledge settled deep in me, heavy as a stone sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Even the pain of my wounds was starting to ebb away. My neck had been one burning, pulsing, point of red-hot pain, so sore that even the flow of blood over my torn skin had hurt, but now it felt more like the after-ache of getting a piercing. Soft, gentle, but still a little sore. Not the ripped-to-shreds agony of having my throat torn out of my neck. Instead of comforting me, it panicked me. The further from the pain I got, the closer I got to leaving my life behind. Caleb. Hyacinth. Stephen. Even Amelia and Kieran. And, oh my goddess, little Foxy Spangles.
Caleb’s POVI watched Rhi fall to the ground in slow motion. It was eternal, that moment, as her body slumped, her weight suddenly too much for her to hold up, and she fell to the earth. Her limbs cartwheeled; blood poured from her neck.I reached her as she hit the ground. “Rhi,” I rasped, pressing my bound hands to her wolven shoulder and shaking it gently, terrified of hurting her more. “Fuck, Rhi, oh, goddess, fuck.” I couldn’t think properly, couldn’t say anything more useful than the string of mumbled curses falling from my trembling lips.“Liam, enough!” roared Luna Fiona. “This is wrong! The war is over; we should never have… never have…” Her throat closed around a sob as she looked down at her daughter.But Alpha Liam wasn’t listening.And then he turned his attention to me.I snarled at him. My heart was beating so hard I couldn’t hear myself think, but I stared him down, in his huge wolf form, his jaws stained with my mate’s blood, and I knew – I knew – that if it came to i
Rhiannon’s POVPaws battered my side, my neck, my cheek. Red-hot pain lanced across each of those places. Alpha Liam was too fast for me; he clawed me, pulled back, clawed me. I could barely see his movements before he landed each strike.‘Move!’ Caleb screamed into my mind. 'Move now, Rhi!'I darted back, letting Tiger take over as Alpha Liam lunged at us again. She ducked down, narrowly escaping the slash of his teeth, the lock of his jaw. I heard his teeth clack together above my head and shivered.Blood rolled down my side, burning hot against my chilled fur.I was, to put it frankly, fucked.“No, Liam!” cried Luna Fiona, from somewhere off to the side. “This isn’t right!”I turned to look at her, confused by her seeming to side with me, and saw her bowed over Amelia, her face set in a cold mask. The only emotion was in her eyes – and they were swimming with agony.I’d let myself be distracted a moment too long. Teeth clamped down around my neck.That was it, then. I squeezed my e