I see Violet’s body shudder and I realize she is likely to fall, and quickly go to catch her, bringing her down to the floor, just as Lachlan moves toward her too. Our reflexes are almost instant. Though I have not taken my eyes off her since she arrived. Her eyelids are flickering… she looks scary.
I took her hand. “Vi?” I call, as both Lachlan and I knelt by her side.
After getting no response, I looked at Lachlan. He shrugs. He checks her pulse, though, why I am not sure as I can see from where I was that her breathing is rapid, her chest rising and falling quicker than it had been. Damien was standing by our sides, looking down at his granddaughter with great concern etched on his face.
“She is having a vision” a low voice says quietly from behind us. We all slowly look at one another, unease and apprehension clear on each of our faces at the sudden appearance of som
How can things become so messed up? This whole situation was based upon rejected love, it would seem? “You had a mate already, she rejected you years ago, and you had both moved on, having families, so why would you still want revenge? Especially to the point she died?” I find myself asking. “Look sweet girl, looking back, it makes no sense to me either. The matebond never fully went for me after she rejected me. She was special. Eliza truly was. Yes, I moved on, but my heart always held a place for Eliza. Laura died in childbirth of our youngest pups too. They were twins, Kadence had a sister, but the complications during the birth caused the little one to die and Laura to die too. I was alone once more, and bringing up my family. I pined for Laura. I loved her, of course I did. Please do not think that I did not. Please never question my love or dedication to her. She was a wonderful mate to me and knew of my past, she was one other that I did share it with, and she accepted it. Bu
The scene surrounding me is suddenly mayhem. I feel a pair of strong arms around me pulling me back. Embracing my trembling body as I take in the terror occurring in front of me. Tate’s voice is next to my ears as my body is shivering. “Don’t move Vi, I do not want you getting hurt.” Move? I am not sure if I could! I am in shock. I have seen wolves since being in the pack. Of course, I have. It was a werewolf pack after all. It is a daily occurrence people letting their wolf out for a run. I have seen Tate’s wolf, Odyn, many times now since that first time. Plus, I have seen Hattie’s wolf too, and Lachlan’s when we have all spent time together, beginning to train together, or just spending time together. But one thing I have not seen is wolves when they are shifting to attack. And right now my grandfather was still trying to shift, and Lachlan had shifted to attack. His body altering quickly, so much quicker than mine ever did, the seamless alteration of human limbs into wolf body pa
I stand in shock as Violet is shifting, one moment she is stood in my embrace, then she is pushing forward. The feelings unsettled within our matebond, almost unreadable, though we have perhaps not been together long enough for me to be able to finely read her emotions just yet. Then, before I knew it, she was shifting. Shifting into her beautiful wolf, into Azaria. Moving toward the man in front of us. The former Alpha of the Crimson Valley Pack. Her grandfather. The man I thought Lachlan would have killed. Though he seemed to be taunting him more than anything. And enjoying it too... ‘Violet? Stay calm’ I mindlink her, I could feel her panic through the matebond, of that there was no doubt. ‘I can’t look. She is going to kill him, Tate.’ she whispers. Azaria dashed by the wolf of Lachlan and by Damien, who for an unknown reason seemed unable to fully shift, without a second glance, the former Alpha’s eyes were fixated on her, his mouth aghast. “Eliza?” he whispers. Does Azaria
I saw her wolf. She is my mother’s wolf, of that I am almost certain. The same colorings. The same markings. The eyes. Everything about her is so distinctive. I was in awe as she shifted. So was my wolf, Bane. I could very faintly sense that in him, even though I could not shift. I do not know why this continues to happen. It was not the first time. I had not been able to shift for a long time. I think Bane was dying. But still present in some form or another. But I hoped the things we heard from Tristan, my father-in-law, would push him into wanting, needing to shift. The desire for revenge. The need to harm him. So I tried to shift and there was still nothing. Yet he had made me pause my attempted prowling around Tristan, my father-in-law. I had been close to attacking him, but his words of threat to me and my family had scared me, the way they had meant to. Yes, he had provided me with a home, a family. Of course, I had considered the man family at one point in time. He was the fat
I walk through the hell that is Crimson Valley, or what I soon intend to turn into a hell. This pack, and it’s Alphas, are what has caused my family decades of pain. I would not usually allow someone else to order me around, but the aura from her wolf was powerful. She held strength in her. But it was when Azaria spoke to me, it was then it had been decided. She would get to dictate on this. Azaria was already communicating with my wolf, Miller, without me being aware initially. He only relayed it to me after, telling me the things they had done. The years of attacks they had brought to our pack that I somehow had not heard of through my family. The threats the Alpha made to her when he realized he was going to lose Eliza to Antonio. They were beyond sick. Not something a man who was so apparently in love with the woman he so desperately wanted would threaten her with. Eliza had been a pack member of Autumn moon originally, her family originating from there, but Antonio, de
My son Blaine mindlinked me to let me know he was at the gates with his wife Scarlett and their son David with his mate Laila. He was not happy about letting me be the one to return to the hospital to save his other son Adam and their grandson. But this is what Lachlan had asked, and I was not going to argue with him. He was giving us the chance of a fresh start. Adam and his mate Sofia would be waiting for us, no doubt on edge, knowing what was happening. I had told them all I could through the link but told them to be prepared to leave, to have all they could ready, including little Alfie, without raising the suspicions of the nurses or the doctors. Though from what they said, many had fled when the alert of attack had been given. “Right, are we close to the hospital Damien?” Lachlan muttered, his voice lower now we were getting closer to area where the fighting was happening. I nodded. “Just around the corner. It is not much of a hospital though, son.” I notice he ro
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
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
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