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Rose My blood ran cold. All color drained from my face. That couldn’t be right. “I was hoping I’d read something later on that would suggest they chose a different path,” Jade said quietly. Liam glared over at his cousin. “This says they will kill the Wulver Alpha, directing all control of the Wulvers to them. What else could they decide to do?” “Well, clearly they don’t know too much about the Wulvers, then,” Jade pointed out. “The alpha link can only go to a Wulver. Otherwise, we would have been overthrown generations ago.” I looked to Gregory, hoping he would have an idea. His voice drifted through the mindlink, for my knowledge only. ‘You said you wanted to be a rogue, right, girl?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ He gave me an almost imperceptible nod. It was all the confirmation I needed that the plan I had slowly been developing was on the right track. Brandon joined Liam and Gregory in front of the timeline. “Maybe it’s still about Snow Moon, and they’re looking to weaken Olli
Liam I was lost in the ocean of my mate’s eyes, and I wanted to stay there. I hadn’t been certain of many things in my life, but I was certain of this. My bunny had single handedly, and with very little effort on her end, changed even the most core beliefs I had, showing me they meant nothing if I couldn’t have her. I hated the mate bond, but mostly because I wanted to feel this, completely unencumbered. I leaned down and kissed her, the fire I knew her skin held roaring to life. We were far from the perfect mates, but we were exactly what each other needed, showing us the sides of ourselves we never wanted to admit resided deep within us. My lips moved against hers slowly, savoring the flavor of her skin. I pulled back abruptly, sliding my arms under her knees and behind her back to carry her to the bedroom with me. I placed her gently on her feet once we got there, and immediately set to work ridding her of her clothes. Rose followed suit, tugging my shirt over my head
Rose I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching my mate sleep peacefully. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft golden hue over the bed. My wolf prodded at me, reminding me we had very little time before he would notice I was gone. Time was of the essence. I wasn’t completely certain about this by any means. I was putting a lot of trust into Gregory. I wished I could get more assistance from the people up here, but everyone would try to stop me. I was the broken girl. They would think I was acting recklessly. I was broken. I wasn’t denying that. And I was being reckless. But for good reason. Everyone had decided the priority needed to be taking down Cold Moon’s insiders, and doing it in such a way that it gave no doubt to the rest of everyone up here that Snow Moon was the pack they needed to put their trust in. Very few words were ever exchanged when discussing this plan with Gregory. Shortly after Liam had drifted back to sleep, he had mindlinked me to tell
Liam I reached across the bed, seeking out the warmth of my mate that I had grown so accustomed to. It wasn’t something I’d talk about, but the few minutes of holding her each morning before she woke up were my favorite moments of the day. Although I had to imagine that would change if I could continue getting between her legs so regularly. I hadn’t been lying when I said I loved her. I wasn’t exactly sure how I loved her, but I knew I loved her. An inkling in the back of my mind worried that I loved the chase. Someday, I would have her in my clutches and that love would fade, but I hoped in the time it took to capture my prey, a new love would develop. Another part of me insisted that love was already there. Buried so deep and so foreign, I simply couldn’t recognize it. I personally thought it was a bit of column A and a bit of column B. Whether it already existed due to the mate bond or my true feelings, though, I did not know. Nor did I care. I had my little bunny in
Rose Vivian appeared an hour or so after our arrival at the abandoned rogue encampment. She had trailed us, doing her best to cover my scent with the stench of rogue. Gregory had stopped by just long enough to formally introduce me to Chandler and Vivian, and tell me to sit tight until he came by next. Even if Gregory was fully confident in his cousin, I still didn’t trust him completely. I silently promised myself I would not do a thing he said unless Gregory gave the okay. Vivian, however, was a rogue through and through. The only thing that made me cautious of her was Liam’s implication that just maybe the rogue that attacked so many packs almost a decade ago was doing it for Cold Moon. If that was the case, though, I wondered if they expected Snow Moon and our alliances to only come back stronger all those years ago. Maybe that was why it took them so long to come up with a new plan. Or procrastinating for so long was part of the plan. Although, I couldn’t really say ‘my pa
Liam I hated the mate bond. Never in my life would I have envisioned myself reduced to this level of ineptitude. I spent all day searching for her, but only caught whiffs of her scent, until stumbling on a place where the stench of rogue drowned it out. I loved my mate, though. Which was why I steered her entire little training battle in the direction of tracking her down. Both sides had a common goal, whether it was to find their leader or capture a fugitive. I wondered if they had caught on that she wasn’t supposed to be missing yet. I didn’t care though, so long as they were searching for her. The only thing they found worth commenting on was the smell of rogue within the territory for the first time in nearly a month. That was an important thing to note, but I didn’t care, barely thinking to pass the tidbit of information on to Brandon. Every part of me wanted to stay out and chase down every possible lead I found, but Alo itched at the back of my mind, reminding me I w
Rose Vivian untied me after her return. She didn’t put them back on when we went to sleep, either. I woke up craving more, but even then she only shoved a yellow tinted tea to me. I eyed it cautiously. The earthy smell was far from appealing, nearly making me gag. “Stoneseed root,” Vivian encouraged me. “It helps quiet the heat. There’s some queen ann’s lace root in it as well to quicken the end of it.” “Wh-why didn’t you just give me this last night?” I asked, perplexed. Vivian smirked. “Best way to send a message to your exceptionally protective mate was through you. Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy it?” I shifted uncomfortably, too shy to admit I wouldn’t mind a replay. Especially if it could be in person. “Chandler is my second chance mate,” Vivian offered. “I’ve gone through heat twice, so I am more familiar than most with how miserable it is.” I looked up at her, wide eyed. “What? What happened to your first mate?” She looked down and smiled sadly at her hands. “He
Liam I went out to every site my warriors were claiming to pick up rogue scents. I quickly noticed they were laced with Wulver, though. I clearly hadn’t been the only one thinking we needed to loop a rogue in on our cause. “Chandler’s mate,” Gregory confirmed, coming up next to me. “She came down with him.” I cocked an eyebrow. “I’m surprised he found his way out of his hiding spot.” Gregory smirked. “You know as well as anyone that not everyone needs to be combative to be useful. How many times has information he passed on saved the day?” “More than I’d like to mention,” I grumbled. Chandler was a good guy, but a rogue in every sense of the word - other than his bond to the Wulver Pack. “He really brought his mate with him?” His mate, however, was every bit a Wulver, but a true rogue. I always wondered why Vivian never joined the Wulvers, but right now, it was proving useful. He nodded in confirmation. “How are your scouts holding up without their fearless leader?” I chuck
I think I've figured it out. The thing that makes me enjoy a werewolf story so much is when I can easily make a connection to the characters. As I don't turn into a wolf (although I think I have a true mate bond with my fiance), their human skin bears the weight of making these characters 'real.' Their actions, reactions, internal monologue - you know, the things that make you want to hang out for a sunny afternoon and smoke meats with Liam, or sneak away for a glass of wine to gossip with Rose. It's for that reason I tackled a very toxic relationship in this story. I see them written all the time, but so often, there's just this magical moment where everything changes. It makes me roll my eyes and put the book down. My characters have very real reactions to what it is like to live in that kind of situation. There were heavy, heavy topics here, and I applaud you all for sitting through and reading them. I seriously did consider putting additional trigger/content warnings a couple tim
Liam I wanted to be angry with Jade. Furious, really. Rose’s injuries had been much more significant than she thought, and worse than the bond indicated to me. After her second surgery, it was my bunny that reined me in, encouraging me to think about what her friend - my cousin - was going through. Rose was convinced Jade was taking a slow walk to a shallow grave. But, I knew better. The death of a mate, especially an unmarked mate, affects everyone differently. Thom had been mostly fine, I was dying at the same rate as Rose, and Jade was somewhere in the middle. I didn’t quite know how to tell Rose their bond was much more pathetic than ours had ever been. They would have committed to each other without ever imprinting on each other’s souls. They were dead wolves walking, so it was a strange sort of blessing that neither had to live like that anymore. If I was a good man, I would have reached out to my cousin, ensured she was holding up okay, but Cody had been there for her, a
Rose I didn’t want to tell LIam the way he was carrying me hurt, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. Everything probably would have hurt right now, though. I settled for distraction. “Is it over?” I mumbled. I could feel him tense against me. “Today it is, but the war is far from won.” I pursed my lips. “Seems anticlimactic. Lya made it sound like she got a better battle scene.” “You’re a scout,” he reminded me. “Your contribution will always be in the way of information and perception.” He was right. I was hopeful that over the next few days it would come to light that perception had changed, and this was all worth it. At the very least, I hoped we got important information out of the deal. Maybe they caught the traitors, or the wolf that had attacked me. “Did anyone die?” I asked quietly. It was silent. I didn’t even know if Liam would know the answer to that question. It was the voice of a person I hadn’t even realized was there that answered. “Onl
Liam I looked down at my hands, unsure if the blood covering them was my own. I was no longer in the chains I had been imprisoned by for the last day. Hell, I wasn’t even in my house, and I had no idea how I got to the middle of the forest surrounding Lake Solitude. The last thing I recalled was sensing my mate’s distress. SIlver burned her wrists the same as it had been doing to mine, and I felt the wolf of mine fight through the toxic bonds. He must have taken over. For a fleeting moment, I thought about the unfortunate fuck who had been put in charge of watching me. Oliver and Gregory left to supervise the Cold Moon transfers who were running “patrols” while Lya, Cody, and Brandon were assisting Jade in preparing the barely functional hospital for the influx of emergencies they expected to receive tonight. That had been an oversight. That left only poor Daniel as the last of the folks present who was fully aware of what was going on. He had been a pack warrior, but had trans
Rose Silver burned my wrists as my wolf tried to burst through, oblivious to the pain it was causing me. Nothing mattered to her other than getting to her mate. Vivian had stopped forcing the tea down my throat last night. I had thought my heat had to be over, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, shackled to the bed, I discovered I was wrong. So painfully wrong. They were actual silver chains this time, not just a rope laced with silver. Vivian had explained that it was because at this point in my heat, we needed to keep my wolf at bay as well, but I had hardly listened. The only thing I cared about was that I was here, and my mate was not. As soon as I was free, everyone would pay for this. It was a dumb plan, and they had been cruel to put me through this torture. I’d make Liam kill them all for me. I tried desperately to reach out to him, beg him to come rescue me, but the silver prevented even a taste of the bond. All I needed was a taste, though. Just the smalle
Liam I was getting twitchy. Rose had been gone for a grant total of three days, and I was well on my way to insanity. I was absolutely certain if I had to sleep a third night in a row without her, I wouldn’t want up. So I wasn’t sleeping. An illogical plan, but the only one that I foresaw as having any hope of working if the members of this pack wanted to stay alive when they asked stupid questions. I was teetering on the edge, trying to keep myself drunk enough that I legitimately could’t go find Rose and ruin the plan that had been orchestrated. I had called in sick today, and knew I would do the same thing tomorrow. Brandon would tell Oliver soon, and then one of the Alphas would start asking questions, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Lya had done a good job of deflecting her mate’s curiosity, but it wouldn’t last forever. He was overprotective of both her and his pack, and as it stood, I was surprised he hadn’t noticed that Rose was now a rogue. That, or my sister
Rose The distance from my mate was getting to me. At the suggestion of everyone who knew my whereabouts, I didn’t reach out to Liam that night. I couldn’t sleep, the constant overstretching of the bond trying to pull us back together keeping me awake. “How do you do it?” I asked Vivian, bleary eyed and exhausted, over another cup of the anti-heat juice she kept forcing down my throat. “Hmm?” she hummed, not even turning from what she was cooking. “How do you maintain distance from your mate?” This question did cause her to turn, coming to sit at the table with me. She set a plate of food in front of me - some kind of meat she had hunted for a couple nights ago. I didn’t much care what it was, though. “You know how a rubber band or hair tie loses tension the more often it’s stretched to its limit without breaking?” I nodded. “It’s kinda like that. You get used to it, the distance it’s stretched has to be further to be noticeable. But, it takes a lot of overstretching to do th
Folks!!I missed an updating day! I'm so sorry to do this to you guys, but there will be NO updates the next few days for 'Chase.' I sat down yesterday and looked at the chapters to post, and I just... wasn't happy. In an effort to give you guys the best story possible, I'd like to give it a couple days and rework the ending that is in the pipeline. I don't want to be "that" author that takes a random hiatus, but it is more important to me that I give Rose and Liam the ending they deserve than just post a lackluster ending. Trust me, with the stuff I drafted yesterday, I think you guys will agree. I promise, this isn't going to be a long hiatus like I took from 'Run.' after my mom's death. Just give me until 1.23.23, and I'll have more chapters out for you. Maybe I'll even post in bulk instead of just a single chapter a day. ;) In the interim, maybe you'd like to go check out 'Run.' and see where this whole adventure started? If Snow Moon is burning you out, go visit 'Curse of a Ly
Liam I went out to every site my warriors were claiming to pick up rogue scents. I quickly noticed they were laced with Wulver, though. I clearly hadn’t been the only one thinking we needed to loop a rogue in on our cause. “Chandler’s mate,” Gregory confirmed, coming up next to me. “She came down with him.” I cocked an eyebrow. “I’m surprised he found his way out of his hiding spot.” Gregory smirked. “You know as well as anyone that not everyone needs to be combative to be useful. How many times has information he passed on saved the day?” “More than I’d like to mention,” I grumbled. Chandler was a good guy, but a rogue in every sense of the word - other than his bond to the Wulver Pack. “He really brought his mate with him?” His mate, however, was every bit a Wulver, but a true rogue. I always wondered why Vivian never joined the Wulvers, but right now, it was proving useful. He nodded in confirmation. “How are your scouts holding up without their fearless leader?” I chuck