All the elders stood in a crescent, calling forward wolves who had proven themselves in the last lunar cycle, hunters, warriors, and mothers. And then came the part Raine had been waiting her whole life for. Elder Maren, one of the oldest members of the pack, having been there since the inception of the first Draven, stepped into the mating circle at the center of the clearing, and spoke, his voice ringing clear through the night. “We call forward Ronan Draven and Raine Whitmore to stand before the pack.” His voice was hoarse and croaking, sending ripples through the gathered crowd. The crowd stilled, murmurs quieted, the crackle of the central bonfire was sudden deafening. Ronan extended his hand forward, Raine glanced down at it, before dragging her gaze back up to him. His gaze was dark and unreadable. Raine hesitated. After a deep breath, she stepped forward, placing her fingers in his hands. His hands tightened around hers, his grip firm, and warm. The kind of touch that
Matthias got closer, and his heart lurched violently in his chest. He knew this woman. His heart was in his throat as he crouched down and got a closer look at the woman’s face. “Diane.” He whispered, the name catching in his throat like thorns on a rose. This was Diane Whitmore, Raine’s mother. A woman he hadn’t seen in years, since the death of her mate, Raine’s father. Matthias had known her well. She was younger than him by a few years, and she and he had been mates their whole lives—school, work, even the pack army. And here she was, dead. Nothing but a body in the dirt. He crouched low beside the body, his vison sharpened, his wolf close to the surface, his senses flaring. “Can you smell the wolfsbane on her, Thalia?” He asked, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. Thalia stepped closer, her face stoic and unsmiling. “Yes, alpha. Her lips are blue too, and her skin is almost translucent. Do you think she might have been poisoned?” Matthias nodded, getting to his fee
Thalia stepped in after him, shutting the door behind her with a slam that was loud enough to quiet the murmuring of the crowd. She stepped to the side, leaving everyone’s attention on Matthias. Silas was the first to speak up. “Alpha, what is going on?” Matthias cleared his throat, keeping his expression neutral. “We have very terrible news. Raine,” he called to her, and she snapped her head up, brows furrowed in confusion. “Please, step forward.” Raine approached with Ronan behind her. Matthias watched as his son’s nose flared, and the boy caught the scent of blood on them. His eyes narrowed, and he stopped a few feet back, watching their interaction with an hawk like attention. “What’s going on?” She asked, glancing around. “Am I in trouble?” “No.” he shook his head, reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose. “You’re not in trouble.” He cleared his throat, projecting his voice so everyone in the room could also hear. “We found a body tonight.” He said finally, the words c
“Of course it’s an inside job.” Ronan snorted. “If someone had infiltrated through the wards, there would’ve been an alarm of some sorts. So far there hasn’t. Which means, one of us, smuggled her in and murdered her, for whatever reason.” Matthias glanced at his son, remembering Thalia's earlier words. “Ronan we’ve established this. There are no rats among my men.” “Really?” He scoffed. “Explain this then. If not your men, then who else in this pack has access to wolfsbane?” “Are we about to have a repeat of the other day?” Malte growled, eyes flashing Amber. “I beat your ass once, boy. I’ll do it again If I have to.” Ronan didn’t flinch. He held Malte's gaze, his jaw tight and tense, his eyes dark with danger. “Try it, old man. See what happens this time.” Thalia sneered at him from behind her father, her lips pulling back to reveal her fangs. Matthias slammed his palm against the table, stopping whatever this was from escalating. The sound cracked through the room like a whip.
Raine stared at him for a long while before turning back to stare out the window. “The last time I saw her was six years ago.” Her voice came out a flat, toneless thing, echoing in the silence between them like a weighted box. “I don’t even know what she looks like now. Do you think she’d have recognized me if she walked past me down the street?” Ronan stepped forward, his hands twitching by his sides like he wanted to reach forward and touch her, but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. “I’m sure she would have known you in a pitch black room. You’re her daughter.” “But she left me.” “She had her reasons.” Raine finally turned around. Her gaze when she fixed it on him was hollow and empty. “I don’t know if I can survive this.” Ronan cleared his throat again, wincing like it was physical torture to be there. But despite it, he came closer until he was close enough for her to reach out and wrap her arms around his waist, burying her face in his lower abdomen. “I know I haven’t been
She didn’t know where she was going as she snuck past the borders, all she knew was that needed to not be there, or she would run mad. She was halfway to the nearest bus station, when a sleek black car slowed to a stop beside her. Raine stared at the blacked out windows, her eyes narrowed as she waited for the driver to show themselves. The windows came down, and Raine was shocked to find herself looking into the unmistakable blue eyes of Killian Voss. Her breath caught in her throat as Killian put the car in park. His gaze ran over her, taking in the oversized sweatshirt she had on, and some shorts she’d picked up without really looking. On another day, Raine might’ve felt self conscious, but she was past the point of caring, so she met his gaze with a blank one of her own. “Miss. Whitmore,” he drawled. “Am I meeting you at a bad time?” Raine shook her head, pulling her sleeves past her hands so she could curl her fingers around it. “Good morning, Killian.” The man stared
“You should try it too.” She sent him a small smile, stepping closer. “You’ll feel more in tune with the beach when you’re barefoot. At least, that’s what my mom says.” The last part came out a quiet whisper, and Raine dropped her gaze, suddenly unable to look up at the other man anymore. Killian huffed out a soft laugh. “Well it must be true then, if your mom said so.” As she watched, he crouched low and began undoing the laces of his expensive looking shoes. Raine watched his deft, nimble fingers work through the hoops, sliding the expensive leathers off his feet. He straightened, sending her a lopsided grin that did things to her insides. “Happy now?” She shrugged one shoulder, staring down at his feet—they were pretty feet, not surprising since all of him was almost other worldly beautiful. “Maybe.” Her voice came out light, teasing. Something in Killian’s blue eyes glinted dangerously at the tone of her voice, and his smile got wider. Raine wanted to smile back at him, but s
Ronan was in trouble. Diane was dead. Selene refused to speak to him. And now Killian was nowhere to be found. He’d been in Killian’s study now for close to two hours waiting for the alpha to grace them with his presence all to no avail. It was very unusual behaviour for someone like Killian, who was usually a stick in the mud on matters of punctuality. Selene sat on the other side of the couch, colder than ice as she deliberately ignored him. Ever since the day Ronan had flipped out about finding out Killian’s possible feelings for Raine, she’d been giving him the cold shoulder. Ronan hated to admit it, but he might’ve actually missed her, their plans aside. When the silence became too much to bear, Ronan cleared his throat and spoke up. “Has he ever been this far from home without prior notice, before?” Selene snorted, pinning him down with a look that made him feel like bug under a show. “Why don’t you ask him yourself when he gets here.” Ronan sighed, having seen that react
Matthias looked down at her, his gaze heavy on her as they stood next to each other, close enough that she could feel his heart beat against her chest, breathe the same air. She longed to close the space between them, feel his lips against her again, it’d been so long. The alpha was quiet for so long that Raine began to fear that he would actually reject her. Shame curdled deep in her chest, and she stepped back, turning to leave, but Matthias would not let her. Reaching out to grab her hand, he dragged her back into him and clamped his mouth down on her, shutting up whatever protest was brewing on her lips. Raine moaned in surprise, parting her lips and melting into the alpha’s warm hold. His hands wrapped around her, caging her in, and lifting her off her feet, Raine wrapped her legs around him, laughing breathlessly against his lips. He stared up at her, his grey eyes dark and intense. “What is this, Raine?” he asked in a low voice. She shrugged, kissing him softly, pullin
Someone was screaming his name, there was heat at his back, his fists kept hitting soft flesh, his anger rising with each unobstructed blow to the man beneath him. Someone rushed forward, clamping their hands around Matthias’s midsection, and dragged him off of Killian. The person yelled something in his ear, and Matthias realized it was Silas. “Dad, stop!” he was yelling, “Stop it!” Matthias huffed, his chest heaving with each breath he took. Slowly, the haze of anger began to clear from his gaze, and he began to take in the havoc he’d wreaked. All around the clearing, the pack wolves had stopped all they were doing to stare, wearing matching looks of shock and horror, some of his men had gathered round him, probably to hold him off, and some of them stood to the side, helping Killian up. Matthias dragged his gaze forward, taking in the damage he’d done to the other alpha. His nose was bleeding, staining his white shirt, there were bruises on his face that were already healing
Another figure caught his attention, and Matthias turned to where the ward witch stood at one far end of the field, smiling up at Ronan with a glint in his eyes. Hansel, or what was his name. Matthias was still skeptical about this entire thing, the only reason he’d agreed to bring the witch on was because he didn’t want something like this occurring for the third time. What kind of ruler would he be if he let his personal biases influence the safety of his pack. But now that he’d actually met the ward witch, Matthias wondered if he should have held on to those personal biases a bit longer. Something about the witch rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it was because the boy reeked of magic and looked too much like those damned twins to be comfortable. But there was also something else, a thing Matthias could not put his finger on. He did not trust Hansel. He did not trust anything from the Voss. He just hoped this decision wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass. Lyra shifted bes
Lyra was the first to hear her come in, her head snapping up. She watched Raine approach wearily, pursing her lips like she was expecting another treatment like the one she got earlier. But Raine chose to pay her mind, bowing instead at Matthias. “We’ve had your mother’s body brought down to the creek.” The alpha said, his voice hoarse. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take you down there, and the procession can start.” Raine nodded, even as the thought of finally saying goodbye to her mother filled her with a grief so profound she couldn’t even put it into words. Matthias didn’t say another word, and with one last nod, he turned and led Raine out the house, past the pack and down to the creek where Diane would be cremated. Just like her father, and every other wolf in the pack, Diane Whitmore would be cremated on the banks of the pack’s only creek, and then much later in the night, during the customary crossing over party, Raine would scatter her mother’s ashes over the fields, under
Raine sent her a dry look. “My business is with Matthias.” “Of course.” She nodded, blinking rapidly. “You don’t look so good, are you sure you’re up for today?” “I don’t need your pity.” She sneered, her anger curdling into something ugly that fought to spill out. “If I have any health related issue. I know where to find you.” Lyra reared back, brows furrowed like she didn’t understand the attitude. Her mouth parted slightly, like she wanted to say something, but she changed her mind, nodding once instead. “Of course, please do not hesitate to reach out.” She cleared her throat, squeezing Raine’s shoulder as she walked past. “I truly am sorry for your loss.” Before Raine could say something scathing in response, Lyra was gone, shutting the door behind her as she left. Raine huffed, her anger boiling over until she wanted to scream with the force of it. She swept forward, catching a glimpse of herself in the large mirror. As she stared at the columns in her throat, and her
Hyper aware of both Malte and Thalia’s gazes on him, Ronan fished out the box he kept in his coat pocket and marched forward until he was standing in front of Killian’s desk. Killian kept eye contact with him as he closed the space between them, one corner of his lips tilted up in a small smirk. With a deep breath, Ronan dropped the box on the table. It was a packet of tea. A very familiar brand. Ronan knew what it meant, and so did Killian. The alpha’s gaze dropped to the box, a muscle jumping in his jaw before he dragged his gaze back up. The smirk was gone, replaced with a dark look Ronan could not read, but sent chills down his spine regardless. “Give us Hansel, and it’s yours.” Selene snorted, rolling her eyes. “This is ridiculous.” Killian ignored her, and so did Ronan. “Do you realize what you’re offering?” Killian asked. Ronan nodded. “Yes. Give us the ward witch, and you can have it.” Selene scoffed again, glaring at both of them. “You can’t seriously be
Malte and Thalia were in Killian’s study room when Ronan joined them. He was brought by one of the security guards to cover up the fact that he was far too familiar with the house. Malte glanced up from their seat on the couch when he walked in, and his gaze on Ronan felt almost knowing. Like he knew more than he was letting on. Ronan deliberately kept his gaze away from the man, walking around to take the space next to Thalia. Killian sat at his desk, looking down at all of them like a King from atop his throne. Selene stood next to him. They were a vision in matching white fur, their hair flowing down their shoulders, looking like mirror images of the other, their piercing blue eyes twin lasers over the room. Ronan felt a chill down his spine at the sight of them both. He’d forgotten just how powerful the twins were, and this was a chilling reminder. “Ronan Draven.” Killian drawled, with his chin in his palm, he looked almost bored. “How nice of you to finally join us.” “Alpha
Ronan went straight for the slave houses, where Selene had brought him the first time he met Hansel. Ronan kept his head low as he walked through the pack, but he was a familiar enough face that no one paid him much mind. Once at the house, he headed straight for Hansel’s room, giving a cursory nod to the handler stationed at the reception. The alpha woman sent him a small wave, barely paying him any mind. With his heart in his throat, he took the stairs two at a time, hoping Hansel was home. He didn’t bother knocking before he pushed the door open and stepped in, only to come to a complete stop at the sight he walked into. There was a large man on a chair by the corner, and Hansel knelt between the man’s spread legs, his head bobbing up and down as he serviced the much larger wolf. The man was the first to notice Ronan, and he failed in surprise before pushing Hansel away. The smaller ward witch turned around in shock, blinking blearily at Ronan before his eyes cleared in recogni
The kiss was uncalculated, a spur of the moment. There was a reason why Killian did not indulge in spurs of the moment, because they had consequences and fallouts that he was not ready to deal with. Case in point, Ronan Draven’s hot air in his face as the young man’s hand fisted in Killian’s shirt, snarling against him, his nostrils flared wide as he scented Killian, the smell of his mate driving him even wilder with anger. “Answer me.” He growled, shaking Killian until his teeth rattled. “Why do you smell like Raine?” Killian cocked a brow, taking in the sheen of sweat on the boy’s face. “What an interesting reaction to have for someone you care nothing about.” He caught Selene’s gaze from across the room, watching her eyes narrow as she watched Ronan’s display. “Or have I missed a memo somewhere, Draven? Since when did she become out of bounds?” “You killed her mother.” Ronan hissed. “I will not let you go near her.” Killian rolled his eyes, pushing Ronan away with little eff