[Mason’s POV]I led the way into the cave as Amy walked closely beside me. Luckily, it was currently low tide, so we were able to get in this way while the others took up the back."Up here." Amy announced, lifting a finger and pointing towards a large rock along the cave's back wall. "There’s a hole that is big enough for a single person to get through there."Nodding, I shifted back into my human form and made my way forward while the others waited.Gripping the rock that Amy indicated, I began to heave, using all my strength until finally it began to move. A blast of air slapped me in the face, along with Danica’s scent mixed in with the others within."She’s close." I called, continuing to move the rock until it was out of the way. "All of you go in first, and I’ll follow behind."Stepping aside, I watched as my warriors went in first, with Amy and Greg taking up the rear."You go on." My younger self urged once it was only me and him left. "I’ll close the entrance behind us.""If
[Danica’s POV]I watched in horror as both Masons began to square off against my brother. In a way, I felt like this was my fault, and I couldn’t just stay here and watch. I needed to fight.Drawing on my strength, I began to pull against the chains that confined me but found that they wouldn’t budge.Letting out a growl, I continued to fight, ignoring the pain that shot through me as the metal cut into my skin."Come on." I hissed as my Mason jumped at my brother but got easily thrown aside. "Come on!""Need some help?"Feeling relief flood through me, I looked up to find Greg staring down at me."Th…"No other words managed to escape me as he produced a knife from his belt and held it above my chest."What are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep the sudden fear I felt out of my voice. "I’m not your enemy.""But you are." Greg countered, giving a vicious smile. "Because of your kind, my entire family was ripped apart. Because of you, my brother is dead! All werewolves should be erase
[Mason’s POV]"...That’s great…"Letting out a sigh, I let Danica’s relieved voice calm the remaining anxiety I was feeling after everything that happened.She was fine, and that meant that I was no longer needed here. I was sure that my younger self and the rest of the pack could deal with the harpies and trolls. It was time for me to go back to my own time, where my mate and pups were waiting for me.Kicking off the wall I was leaning against, I made my way down the hall towards where Killian and the rest of the remaining elders were waiting."How is she?" Killian asked as soon as he spotted me. "Is she awake?""Yeah," I responded. "She’s awake and seems to be fine.""That’s great." Marissa sighed.Nodding, I turned my attention to Arlo, who sat stoically. I was sure he would be the one to know how I could get back to my own time."Go on," Arlo puffed, fixing his gaze on mine. "You’re wanting my help, correct?""That’s right." I confirmed. "Since you were the one to send me here in
[Mason’s POV]Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore the discomfort I felt as Chester pulled the tube that was blocking my airway out of place. Once it was gone, I swallowed a few times and winced. Fuck that hurt."Feel better?" Danica asked, her voice filled with many emotions."Yeah," I rasped before a coughing fit hit me."Here." Chester sighed. "I’m sure your throat is pretty raw."Reaching out, I took the glass of water that he was holding out and took a few tentative sips. When the cool liquid proved to be helpful, I downed the rest of the glass."Thanks." I huffed, slowly sitting up in my bed. "Now, could one of you explain to me what’s going on here?""Would you like to do the honors, luna?" Chester asked, turning his attention to Danica. "Or would you rather I do it?"For a moment, Danica didn’t speak as she continued to examine me, as if she wasn't quite believing what she was seeing."Would it be too much stress for him?" She asked, clearly fretting. "He just woke up… Maybe we
[Danica’s POV]I stood in the hall listening as Mason cursed and yelped due to whatever it was that Chester was doing to torture him. Only when the room grew quiet did I begin to worry until a loud bang sounded."What the hell?" I hissed, rushing in to find Mason on the ground while Chester huffed in annoyance. "What is going on here?""Someone thinks that he knows better than the doctor." Chester responded."I don’t need help moving about." Mason insisted, attempting to lift himself.Sighing, I watched as he struggled and then collapsed again."Want to try that again?"Huffing, Mason slowly sat up and then stopped. Giving me a look, he frowned before attempting to stand."Here," I sighed, holding out a hand. "You know it isn’t anything to be embarrassed about."Grumbling, Mason allowed me to help him back up onto the bed before turning his attention to Chester, who was silently watching with amusement."Oh, now you want my help?" Chester asked, earning himself an annoyed growl from M
[Mason’s POV]The next morning, I awoke to find Danica had left; granted, this was not surprising given that she had things to take care of in my absence, but it didn't lessen the loneliness I felt at her not being here. I guess it was safe to say that I was still suffering from the trauma of her death back then."Disappointed?"Cursing, I turned my attention to where Chester sat with a look of amusement plastered on his face."Good morning, sunshine.""If you were already here, why didn’t you wake me?" I demanded."Because you just looked so handsome while you slept."Grimacing, I began to sit up but stopped as waves of pain shot through me."What the hell?""You have yourself to thank for that." Chester laughed, realizing what I was feeling. "If you weren’t stubborn, you wouldn’t have overdone it."Frowning, I began to move again, this time being cautious. Despite wanting to beat the shit out of Chester for being so damn cocky, I knew that I needed to listen to him."Atta boy.""Don
[Mason’s POV] Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around Chester’s wrist while keeping my gaze fixed on Danica’s. "How did the meeting go?" I tried, hoping to distract her from her suspicion. "Did we make any headway in the war?" "No," she responded, narrowing her gaze. "And don’t you dare try to change the subject. What exactly were you trying to sneak past me?" "About that..." I began, wondering just how pissed she would be if she knew that I was wanting to prepare for battle already. "He wanted to turn his brand new cane into a weapon." Chester offered. Annoyance rolled through me as I shot Chester a glare. The bastard was having no issues with selling me out! "What?" He asked, seeming unphased. "Do you really think it is a good idea to piss her off by lying? Have you never heard the phrase "Happy wife, happy life"? Letting out a growl of frustration, I turned my attention back to Danica. "Listen, I had no intention of attempting to go against your wishes." I sighed, finding th
[Mason’s POV]I stared up into Rebecca’s blazing eyes as a wicked smile spread across her face. "Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?"Did I? No, I didn't, and I truly didn’t give a damn."Sorry to disappoint." I huffed, "But you won’t be succeeding in whatever fucked-up plan you have in mind."At my words, a bark of laughter escaped Rebecca’s lips as she took in my current condition."Are you planning on stopping me?" She asked, pressing her foot against my chest. "How do you intend to do anything the way you are right now?"To prove her point, she began to press down harder until I could feel my bones beginning to give under her weight.Hissing, I reached up and dug my claws into her ankle, causing a yelp of shock to escape. Taking advantage of her distraction, I quickly scuttled from under her and scrambled to my feet. If I wanted to stand a chance, I needed to not be on the ground."You!" Rebecca growled, slashing a wing at me.Gasping, I braced myself as I flew back
[Bryllie’s POV]"I don’t want to hear that." I whispered, trying to contain the emotions that were rolling through me. "From you or from Armond.""Armond?" Desmond repeated, frowning. "Are you saying…""That’s right." I snapped, not caring if I drew attention to us anymore. "He said the same exact thing. It seems that I’m magically mated to both of you! I don't know if this is some kind of game between the two of you, but it isn't funny, and I'm not interested in being your target."Unable to control my emotions any longer, I stormed forward, shoving my way past Desmond and towards where my parents stood chatting with Grandpa and Uncle Killian, who must have just arrived."There she is!" Mom announced, motioning for me to come forward. "Come greet your uncle Killian."Nodding, I began to move but stopped as a hand wrapped around my wrist.Whirling around, I took in Desmond’s desperate expression."What?" I demanded, pulling myself free. "I don’t want to hear anything else you may have
[Bryllie’s POV]"Warned." I repeated, clenching and unclenching my fists. "Did you just say you warned me?"Nodding, Desmond let a smile spread across his ill-at-ease face, and I had to admit, that pissed me off even more."That’s correct." He responded easily.Nodding, I moved, slamming my fist into his cheek."You piece of shit!"Pulling back, I prepared for another attack as Desmond gave me a look of both shock and appreciation. Yuck. Did he actually enjoy getting hit or something?"I guess I deserved that." He chuckled, rubbing the spot I punched. "But it doesn’t change anything I said."Letting out a growl of warning, I reached for the door and pulled."Then you should just stay away from me." I sighed, yanking my bag from him and hefting it over my shoulder. "Consider our years of friendship the only reason I didn’t beat you black and blue."Giving Desmond one more look, I stormed out, this time not bothering to look back at all.I tried to avoid Desmond for the next few months,
[Bryllie’s POV]"Now boarding Flight 166."Frowning, I looked to where Armond sat sipping on his coffee."That’s your flight." I murmured, feeling my heart tug. "Shouldn’t you be getting up?"Nodding, he slowly got to his feet and then slung his bag over his shoulder."I guess this is see ya later." He announced, a sad smile on his face."Yeah," I agreed.Moving forward, I allowed myself to be wrapped in Armond’s strong arms and pressed against his chest. Letting out a sigh, I took in his warmth and smell while he plastered a kiss on the top of my hair."Don’t you dare forget me." He warned, pulling away. "And don’t you dare find someone new.""Don’t joke." I huffed, beginning to bristle. "Do I seem like that type of woman?""You never know."Letting out an indignant growl, I untangled myself and punched his shoulder while trying to stop the tears that were beginning to prick at my eyes.This was it. This was goodbye for at least two years.From what I knew about basic training for my
[Bryllie’s POV]I remained silent as my mind felt like it was shutting down due to my inability to process what just happened.Did Armond really just do what I thought he did, or did I imagine the whole thing?"You’re going to swallow a bug if your mouth continues to hang open like that." Armond sighed, brushing his fingertips from my cheek to my jaw before gently pushing my chin up. "And honestly, I’m feeling offended by your reaction to my kiss."Snapping back to my senses, I scurried backward before quickly looking around to see if anyone else had noticed. When I found that we weren’t being watched, I turned my gaze back to Armond."Why did you do that?" I rasped, trying to keep my voice low. "What if someone saw?""Let them see." Armond shrugged, "And if they didn’t see the first time I could always do it again."Gasping, I held up my hand and pressed it against Armond’s mouth as he attempted to kiss me a second time. What was this guy actually thinking? He had to be out of his mi
Three Years Later[Bryllie’s POV]I stood in front of the large full body mirror of my room staring at the woman in front of me. After hours of being dolled up, I barely recognized myself.Today was my sixteenth birthday, and my parents insisted on making it a grand event despite my insisting that it wasn’t necessary.However, in the end here we were. I looked like a damn debutante making her grand debut into high society while all my guests waited for me to appear.Letting out a huff, I took one last look at my reflection, taking in the light blue prom dress my mother insisted that I wear and my blonde hair that fell in ringlets down my chest and back.Turning, I made my way across the room just in time to sense my mother and auntie Bella just outside."Bryllie?" Mom called, slowly opening the door that separated us. "Are you…"No other words escaped my mother’s lips as she took me in with wide eyes that were quickly beginning to tear up."You look beautiful." She managed as Auntie B
[Mason’s POV]For the next few days, I spent my time going through physical therapy and then visiting Danica in the medical wing. Although she had healed up nicely, she had to stay for observation to make sure that there wasn’t any permanent damage.At first she fought tooth and nail to not have to do it, but in the end she caved and listened. Not without making sure everyone knew just how annoyed she was about it, of course.When I wasn’t training or with Danica, I was with Chris and Killian going over the list of prisoners from the battle between us and the harpies.Out of the many that attacked, only a few remained thanks to the valiant efforts of my pack, the hunters, and Black Forest. I had to admit that, despite my distrust of each group in the beginning, I now knew that if there ever came a time when we were in trouble again, they would be there for us. Likewise, we would be there for them too.After three days, our dead had been buried, and the remaining elders had managed to
[Mason’s POV]The last remnants of fighting drifted towards me, rousing me from the darkness that I am currently trapped in. ‘You need to get up.’ Grendal urged, attempting to help me wake. ‘Our mate needs us.’"Dan…" I manage as my eyelids slowly begin to lift. "What?"Prying my eyes open, I look around at the grounds, but I couldn’t see Danica or Bryllie anywhere in sight.‘Get up.’ Grendal growled. ‘In the packhouse.’Nodding, I began to sit up despite my body feeling like it weighed a ton. Once on my feet, I began to move."Just wait for me." I murmured, reaching the packhouse entrance.Bracing myself, I shoved open the door and gasped as the overpowering smell of blood reached my nose. "Alpha!" Bella yelped, drawing my attention to where she sat on the ground with Danica cradled in her arms.Immediately, my blood turned cold in my veins.The scene was too familiar, too similar. The only difference this time was that there were no signs of poisoning."No," I rasped, dropping dow
[Danica’s POV]I continued to exert strength as the harpie beneath me attempted to break free. By this point, over seventy percent of her body was burned by Bryllie’s white light, and her neck was dangerously close to snapping. Just a bit more and…Gasping, I jerked as pain shot through my abdomen."If I’m dying." Marie growled, a broad smile spreading across her face. "You’re going to die along with me."Confusion whirled as the pain I was feeling intensified and the smell of blood began to attack my senses.Slowly, I let my eyes trail down towards where the pain was coming from and found the hilt of a dagger sticking out of me."You…"Letting out a triumphant cackle, Marie twisted the blade in me and then pulled it free while I clutched at my now open wound in an attempt to staunch the bleeding."MOM!" Bryllie gasped, reminding me that she was still here."Run!" I yelled, attempting to hold Marie in place. "NOW!""No, I won’t leave you!" Bryllie argued, letting her inner light radia
[Mason’s POV]I stared up into Rebecca’s blazing eyes as a wicked smile spread across her face. "Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?"Did I? No, I didn't, and I truly didn’t give a damn."Sorry to disappoint." I huffed, "But you won’t be succeeding in whatever fucked-up plan you have in mind."At my words, a bark of laughter escaped Rebecca’s lips as she took in my current condition."Are you planning on stopping me?" She asked, pressing her foot against my chest. "How do you intend to do anything the way you are right now?"To prove her point, she began to press down harder until I could feel my bones beginning to give under her weight.Hissing, I reached up and dug my claws into her ankle, causing a yelp of shock to escape. Taking advantage of her distraction, I quickly scuttled from under her and scrambled to my feet. If I wanted to stand a chance, I needed to not be on the ground."You!" Rebecca growled, slashing a wing at me.Gasping, I braced myself as I flew back