I am sitting curled up on the sofa with Hattie, loving the fact she is home. A coffee in my hand, as we both sat and watched Devin play with his toys on the floor. Suddenly, a loud banging at the door made Hattie jump out of her skin. I think this whole experience has affected her more than she is willing to admit, but she seems to want to pretend like all is fine, so we are going along with that. I am not going to keep checking if she is okay if she does not want to talk about it, or else she gets snappy.
I stood up, walking to the door. Opening it to find Tate and my Uncle stood looking at me. Both looked stern-faced and frustrated. Tate would hate me for saying it, but right now, he looked the mirror image of his Dad.
“Hey, nothing like turning up unannounced is there” I said jokingly.
“Didn’t think you would respond if we mindlinked.” Tate says.
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I had just left my pack to take Violet her breakfast. I have to say I have enjoyed the time we have spent together. I know that is likely the last thing that should happen, when she is technically my prisoner. But she is my granddaughter. I can’t help but look at her that way. We have chatted about her father and her mother when they were in the pack, the things she did not know. I see a sadness in her eyes when she speaks of them, and it breaks my heart knowing she had to go through losing them when she was so young, and feeling so alone. She should have had family around her, but because of the thoughts her Dad had, he didn’t trust me. He did not trust me enough to bring up his child in the pack, in a safe home and environment surrounded by family, and people to care for her. Not to mention, had they not fled, they might still be alive… She is such a wonderful young woman, who seems so intelligent and caring. I have not asked much about her wolf nor the gifts as yet, but
I looked at my grandfather, sitting at the table with his head in his hands. “You didn’t plan to keep me and use my gifts?” I stuttered in shock. “No, of course not. I understand why you would think that. Of course, you would. Considering the things they have said to you, you are going to think the worst of me. Everybody does. And I have long since accepted that, as much as it hurts. But no, Violet, I brought you here because I desperately need your help to help my great-grandson.” He whispers. What he has said registers in my brain. And I feel a cold chill. Maybe we had all misjudged this man. The hurt in his voice was clear when he described the fact he had accepted people thinking the worst of him. I don't think he is the man they think he is... but then I focused on something else he said. “Your great-grandson?” I asked. He nods, looking upset as he looks to me before speaking. “My grandson and his mate had a little boy. Their second child. The first, a beautifu
The warriors are in place and beginning the first stage of their attack. Lachlan and I are en route to attempt to meet with Damien. Or I should say turn up at the cabin where they had Hattie locked up. The fact he had not answered our calls had meant there was no other option but to go in with men on the ground. He could have avoided all this if he had just handed Violet over. Yet he seemed so reluctant to do so. Such a fool. We do not want to start a war with a neighboring pack. Of course we don't, but we see no other option. They have my mate. He will be regretting his actions now, with our warriors invading their pack. Our warriors are some of the best trained in the country. There was no denying that. Damien’s pack were nothing compared to ours. We had built ourselves up over the years, refined our troops, our skills, made ourselves stronger, and now I knew why. Discovering about the family history, it all made sense. They were preparing to protec
We drove toward the pack. I hung up the phone, probably what would be considered mid-conversation, and I know that would have frustrated both of them, but right now I did not care. They needed to listen to me. If they were desperate, they would hopefully do what I wanted them to. I hear my grandfather chuckle in the driver's seat next to me. I looked at him, my eyebrows raised. “You got them told, eh?” he smiles. “I did not expect you to give me my phone back, to be honest. So I thought the best thing to do would be to call them, to call Tate, he was the most likely to listen to me. Lachlan was there, they were coming to look for me, I think.” I told him. “I heard some of it, sweetheart. He sounds worried about you, your mate. Don’t push him away. He will be terrified for you right now. He doesn’t know things are okay and that you are safe with me, he only knows the things the family tell him.” he says with a sad smile. “He could be picturing all sorts. Likely imagini
“Call her back!” Lachlan’s voice boomed at me. “Fine, but I am telling you she won’t pick up. She hung up on us Lach. You think she wants to deal with us right now? She told us what she wanted. We know what we have to do!” I yelled back. This was not unusual for Lachlan and I, when we were both wound up, it had been the same since we were youngsters. Close friends, but with the ability to clash and trigger one another to the point of an argument. But we worked well together as a team when it came to it... Lachlan sits there as he drives, his face a mixture of anger and a little surprise. A look I have seen many times before, probably at the fact I full on yelled at him, but I swear right now I want to smack him upside his head. Why will he not listen to what I have to say? Why not just do as she asks, and then we have a better chance at getting her home. But no, Lachlan is a stubborn bastard and thinks he knows best. It is okay for him, he has his mate home… I heard
We run through the trees, quick and light on our feet. I am able to keep up easily with Lachlan and he is fast. I am just desperate by this point to get to Violet, to bring her home and put all of this behind us. We make our way to the edge of the trees but continue along the tree line, knowing we have good cover here, and can be well camouflaged by the trees if anyone was to look up this way. Giving us a degree of protection. From here, we can see the pack is almost deadly silent, the streets empty. Deserted.They have fled. I can only assume they had locked up after hearing of the attack. As they should do. As we would do. Good. Nobody innocent would be hurt. That was something Violet had said she did not want. This way, hopefully, it would not happen if we put a stop to the attack now. As she had requested. If the things she said were right, and we were putting her in danger, we needed to stop the attack as soon as we could. It seems so unnatural a pack being deserted. They ar
Sitting in the house where my grandfather left me locked up, which was definitely more lived in than the old cabin, so I can only assume it is his home. Pictures line the walls, the shelves. Family. Everywhere. This man was a family man, that much was clear. I could see similarities in their features, in myself, my father, even in Lachlan to some degree. Though I did not know his face particularly well, not having looked at him too much, being a moody bastard and getting on my nerves the way he did, why would I want to look at him?! Finding it difficult to keep looking at the pictures, accepting these are family I never knew existed, more secrets tugging at my heart… I sit down on the sofa, and wait. Hoping that things will not be long. ‘Vi?’ I suddenly got a mindlink. It seems more faint than usual, like a really crackly radio. But I can tell instantly who it is. Tate. I thought my abilities were dulled because of the wolfsbane. It hadn’t occurred to me to try mindlinking th
Lachlan marched on ahead, silence between the two of us. His face tense with worry. I chose to try to mindlink Violet and thankfully managed to get to her! But after some conversation she was seemingly ignoring me. Perhaps I had annoyed her by saying things against her grandfather, considering the fact she had called him family earlier? I did not know. But the link had been weak too, crackling like a failing radio, fading in and out like it was losing signal, so I do not know if it was simply that the mindlink had stopped working. Or that she had chosen to stop talking to me. Lachlan stopped by the water tower. It was at the edge of the forest in one of the fields. Perhaps they said they would meet here as it was a landmark easy for us to find when we did not know the pack. I just want my girl back. I do not care for anything else right now, not even the fighting. I just want Violet back. “We wait now.” He tells me, as he leans against the back wall, so we would be out of sig
Dear Diary… Well, how can life change in the space of a year? By a crazy amount when you learn your parents lied. Or perhaps not so much lied but kept secrets from you. Secrets do nothing but make life difficult. Make life twisted and they hurt when they are finally revealed. But the secrets in the end brought me the happiness and life I was meant to have. Could the secrets have been part of the fate that led me here? Who knows? Having learned the things I have about being a werewolf, and how the beliefs are, fate plays a big part in our lives. Perhaps the path my life took was all a part of fate's plan... A path that brought me to the Autumn Moon Pack. To Tate. The handsome, mysterious Beta. The sweetest, kindest man I had ever met, that I was able to call mine. All because of a goddess I had never heard of until I learned of my heritage as a werewolf, blessing him as my fated mate. My fated mate. My love. My future. And now the father to the little one I am carrying inside my
I wake up wrapped in the warm embrace of Tate. His head is resting on my shoulder. “Good morning beautiful” he whispers. I found myself chuckling. “Good morning to you too” I whispered back. “You know I am going to have to get you up and out of bed shortly for your training.” He says with a sigh. “Euurrgghh!” I grumbled. “But the bed is so warm and comfy!” Training has been going on almost each day since we returned to pack six months ago. Lachlan was relentless. Though I can’t blame him, Azaria was just as unrelenting too in her necessity for me to refine these gifts of mine and in her need to make me as strong as she could, both physically and mentally. “Oh. You mean you don’t want to stay in bed because of your handsome mate?” Tate huffs, flipping himself, so he was suddenly on all fours, leaning over me. I find myself smirking at his playfulness. We had most definitely refined our relationship and our gifts… “Perhaps I was just coming to that…” I teased,
The doctor leads us into Damien’s room. He is not looking good. Though what would I know? I am not a doctor. But he looks like he is at death’s door. And it scares me. But he is in the right place. Tate had told me this hospital had some good doctors, and I am sure Lachlan would do what he could to make sure he got the best care possible. Pierce led the rest of the family into the room. All looking equally shocked by the state of my grandfather. I doubt the doctors would allow us all to stay in here together for long before trying to throw us out. “What has the doctor said?” Adam asks, I am surprised he is here, expecting him to be with his son, though I can only assume his mate is there, as I have not seen here since we arrived. Lachlan looks up from where he was standing by the side of the bed, his grandfather not having moved since we walked in here. His eyes not having moved from his brother in the bed. “The doctor said he is stable now. Though he is badly injured. He
I watch her. Doing whatever it was she was doing. Speaking as someone else through her body? She is unreal. How did she manage that? Her eyes shifted, to a deeper blue. She looked like she was from another world for those few moments she spoke. An aura radiating off her that gave that otherworldly glow. The voice coming from her was unrecognizable to me. But the look on my grandfather’s face changed instantly. Color draining from his skin. Eyes wide open as he looked at her, and I could see tears in his eyes. ‘What the fuck?’ I mindlink Tate. ‘Not a clue. I thought Azaria was going to talk, she can do that like most of us can. But that is not her voice. That voice is not Azaria's. I do not know who that is.’ Tate says, yet his eyes have not left his mate. He looked fearful for her, not knowing what to expect. All these gifts are new to us. We don’t know how she will be with them. During them, or after them. What effect they could have on her. But Azaria clearly felt the
I stood watching Lachlan walking away from me. My skin turning cold hearing my brother’s name echoing through my mind. How can they seriously expect me to want to help him? He killed our mother. Kidnapped her. Then tortured her to the point of her death. No. Have they lost their damn minds? I look to Pierce. His eyes are dark, but he is watching me. A sad smile on his face. He knew of this? I find myself struggling to speak. No. Have they lost their damn minds? I can hear voices surrounding me, but they are not registering in my mind. This is madness. This made no sense. They had brought my brother back here. To the pack we had him exiled from. What the hell was Lachlan thinking? Was he even fit to be an Alpha of our great pack? Does he not know what this man was capable of? Suddenly, a hand is on my shoulder, snapping out of my angry mind wandering. I realize there are many more unfamiliar faces surrounding me now. Unfamiliar. But yet they have a hint of familiarit
I stand waiting within the pack hospital as requested by my grandson. Things seem so hectic in the pack. My son dashing off here and there. I hate being old and not quite so able to help anymore. That used to be part of the role of Alpha I loved the most, the drama… the action. And I have to say it was something I missed as I got older, as I handed down the role to my son. Lachlan’s call was unclear. The signal was not good, and the reasoning behind him wanting me at the hospital was not quite explained. He just asked me to be here, saying I would be the best candidate for a blood donor if needed. I am not going to decline that, if somebody needs my help, it is there, no matter how old I am. I may feel like an old and decrepit man most days, but if I am still capable of helping, if it is needed, then I will be there. I may not be able to do much as a former Alpha and I miss that role and all that came with it, but if I can help, then they could rely on me. I had got here as quic
I watch as they drive away with my grandfather in the back of the truck. Fear is filling me. He looked dead. I was pushing toward him, trying to get to him, wanting to try to heal him. But Tate was mindlinking me, telling me to stand back, to not try this for the first time on him, not to risk his life further when I am not sure of what I am doing. Lachlan is taking charge. The voices are just a blur to me. I hear Adam saying that my grandfather’s wolf is dead. How can that be? He has been suffering, and nobody seemed to know other than his son. How much pain had this man had to endure? “Violet, come on now, we need to go.” Tate is leading me to a waiting car. I can only assume we are heading back to Autumn Moon. Azaria seems to have retreated once more. She is meant to be a gifted wolf yet seems to spend most of her time hiding in the outer edges of my mind. Though my lack of experience of how to deal with her maybe doesn’t help. My body was in a daze. Nothing around me reg
I feel my wolf pushing through and shifting once more, my body adjusting and altering of its own accord, turning into Rye, the dark gray form of my wolf. He seems to have pushed me right to the back. I can sense his anger. I don’t know what happens, but he is suddenly moving toward the two wolves still fighting alongside us, and before I know it, and because they are so engrossed in attacking one another, Rye pounces… Bringing his jaw down on the neck of the Alpha, clamping his teeth into the neck and sinking them in before twisting. The Alpha realizes what is happening and tries to fight back, but the grip Rye has is too tight and the way in which the Alpha is moving is only making the situation worse for himself, as I hear a galling snap as his neck breaks, and he falls from the grip of Rye before Lachlans’s wolf takes him and attacks him once more, making sure he is dead. Aggressively dropping him to the floor once he is done with him, before his human form is suddenly pu
I check on little Alfie. He is still snoozing, his little eyes tightly shut as he is swaddled in his blankets tightly to protect him from the outside elements, as well as having been in the protective embrace of his parents as we have alternated in carrying him since leaving the hospital. He has slept so soundly since we left, and I am glad. Hopefully, he will stay that way until we reach this new pack. I did not expect all of this, but deep down I have to say I am glad. Our pack never offered us much, and the hospital did not have much in the way of options for our little one. We feared we would lose him. Hopefully, our new pack may be able to give us hope for a future for me and my family. My mate and our little one. The pain of losing our firstborn tore us down, but we worked through it and decided to try again. We were overjoyed to discover we were expecting another pup. Our beautiful child. The creation of our love and happiness of being mates. Only to discover he too had th