JAMES
When Lyra’s vision floods my mind, it is as my body is moving on its own. Like it is a destined path that I have to willingly follow. I look down at the tiny baby in my arms. He is the perfect blend between Lyra and me. As his stunning blue eyes look up at me, all of the darkness let from the void disappears from my mind. The vision disappears from my mind and Lyra is standing in front of me with tears streaming down her face.
I take a moment to take in the vision of the woman standing in front of me. It is like I am seeing her for the first time in months. Lyra is standing in front of me with all of her clothes on, holding both of my hands. I can see the need in her eyes as we look at one another. Dropping her hands I grab her face in my hands as I press my lips to hers.
At first the kiss is greedy, both of us grasping at one another’s shoulders trying to pull each other closer. I peel the wet shirt from her body revealing the lacy black bra that is hi
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LYRA As I step through the library doors, I inhale deeply, the musty smell of old books is one of my favorite things. The she-wolf behind the desk offers me a fake smile as I pass her desk and make my way to the computers in the center of the library. Taking a seat at the only free computer, I make the mistake of glancing back and the front desk and the woman behind it is glaring at me. A shutter travels up my spine as I try not to think about which one of my mates she may have been involved with before I came along.I stare at the search bar on the library computer, and I wonder if the searches are tracked. I scan my card with the reader and type ‘witches’ into the search engine. I watch as the little blue circle in the center of the screen circles around and around, before only one book shows up on the screen. It is a children’s fictional book call The Werewolf and the Witch, and it is checked out. I blow out a deep breath and tap my long nails on
JAMESLyra and Andrew both turn to me with stunned expressions. “What? I used to be a kid once,” I say, frankly a little offended. “Can you remember enough of the story to tell me?” Lyra asks and I notice that the flames burning around her fists are starting to simmer out. Andrew scoffs at her request. “How is a children’s story going to be informative?”Just then Lyra’s hands burst back into flames and Andrew raises his hands and backs away from her slowly. Grabbing her hand, I ignore the flames that are burning my skin. I lead her to the couch and gesture for her to sit down. Propping several pillows behind her, I pull her feet on my lap, and begin to massage them before I start the story. Andrew is glaring at me from the kitchen, and I stick my tongue out at him in defiance. “Once upon a time,” I begin before Andrew interrupts. “Can you just give the short details?&rdqu
LYRAMy mouth is wide open gaping at James, but I cannot bring myself to close it. The revelation that he too is connected to a witch heritage is unbelievable. Why would the Moon Goddess bring us together like this? Why would she give me a daughter knowing that nothing but pain will come from her birth?Shaking myself back to reality, “Andrew, I really need those books.” Andrew is looking everywhere but in my direction and a flood of guilt fills my brain through the bond. “What did you do?” I demand to know.“It was not me,” he starts. I am crossing my arms over my chest I raise an eyebrow in his direction, already feeling the fury of anger building in my system. “Alpha Darin had any information about witches banned from the pack.”Alpha Darin, why does that name sound so familiar? Then it feels like my chest is restricted and I cannot breathe. “Alv
ANDREW The smell of fried bacon is wafting through the house. Lyra is following her nose like she is looking for her mate. James and I exchange an amused look knowing exactly what is happening. Lyra may not be willing to eat meat, but it seems like the baby is craving it. Bolting down the stairs, Lyra heads straight for the kitchen, and presses herself up against Abigale to see what she is cooking. Lyra rests her head on Abigale’s shoulder and breathe in deeply, letting out a moan at the smell of the bacon frying on the pan. Poor Abigale, she is amused but clearly uncomfortable with the close proximity with her Luna. A frustrated growl leaves Lyra’s chest when she realizes that she was drawn to the smell of meat. She quickly backs away from Abigale and begins to mutter something about being a vegetarian. I start to chuckle, and James cannot help but join in. From the moment we found out that Lyra was a vegetarian we both thought it was absurd. Wolves are carnivores
ANDREWJames and I take turns sitting with Lyra on the front porch in silence. She reluctantly let the pack doctor look her over, but she refused to move from the swing. The air is getting cooler as the sun sets in the sky, but Lyra does not seem to be cold. In fact, she does not seem to be anything. It is like her body is on the swing, but her mind is miles away. Every now and then I reach through the bond to try and catch a glimpse of her emotions or thoughts. But every time I do, massive walls build around her mind, and she glares at me from the swing. The turn of the doorknob behind me clicks and the smell of coffee hits my nose. I look up to see James trying to juggle three mugs of coffee. Hopping to my feel I take one of the mugs from him and pass it to Lyra. She takes it without a word, holding it between her hands, and taking small sips. Taking my mug from James we settle ourselves against the wall of the porch. “Has she said anything else?&rdquo
LYRAFeeling like I have been asleep forever, the urge to pee stirs me awake. Rolling over, I groan, cursing my pregnant bladder, but the new position only makes the urge to go worse. Giving into the need, I stretch my arms open wide, and my arms hit nothing but empty sheets. Sitting up in a panic I notice that both of my mates are gone. We always get up together, it is what we do every morning. Fumbling with my phone, I light up the screen, and it is almost 10:00 AM. Crap! Why did they let me sleep so late?Jumping too my feet I notice that my stomach feels overly heavy. Rushing to the bathroom to relieve myself, as I sit on the toilet it feels like my stomach is larger than it was yesterday. I shake the thoughts to the back of my mind, there is no way that I am already showing. Even by werewolf standards that would be obscene. I look longingly at the shower knowing that I do not have time for one because I slept too late. Grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of shor
LYRAChase shoves the books that are in his arms into James’s hands and pushes his way into the house. I have never seen him this way before he looks crazed. His nose is in the air, and he is sniffing his way around the house. “Uhhh,” I poke him in the shoulder trying to get his attention. “Are you okay?”“It smells so good in here,” he says as he pulls me in for a quick hug, but his nose never leaves the air. I cannot help but grin, I know exactly what is happening and it is comical that he has no clue. “What do you smell?” I ask him not trying to hide the amusement on my face. “Vanilla,” he whispers. “Like cupcakes with icing. Is someone making cupcakes?”“Not that I am aware of,” James winks at me, he obviously knows what is going on as well. Suddenly Annie, appears at the top of the stairs. She is wearing the pink sundress I gave to her.
LYRA Lugging all of the books into the library, I drop them on the table with a thud. Chase brought me so much more than what I had asked for. While we were growing up, I avoided him like the plague. He was immature, had no respect for rules, and would bully me quite often. Now that I look back on my life at the Silver Wolf pack it is clear that my father pitted us against each other. My father knew that if he let us get close his evil plan would never come to light. “Jokes on him,” River chuckles in my head. “He died at Chase’s hands anyway.” Emotions flood my mind that I am not expecting. My father was an evil person and a terrible father. But he always treated me like a princess, up until Andrew showed up at the pack. I know that I should hate him, but I cannot ignore the pain in my heart whenever I think about him. Pushing my feelings to the back of my mind, I know I need to focus on the books in front of me. “Want some help?” I look up and see Ab
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Erebus “I only turn twenty-one once,” Lucian whines behind me. Refusing to turn around I just respond to him with a growl. “You promised,” he adds in. Spinning around in my chair, his blue eyes are sparkling with fake tears and his lower lip is pushed out. “That does not work on me anymore,” I growl at him even though I feel my restraint begin to dissolve. “What will people think if they see their King out drinking at a bar?” “Ugh,” Lucian groans, throwing his neck back in frustration. “When did you turn into our mom?” Anger fills my body at being compared to her. I open my mouth to rebuke his comparison when I see his eyes flicker with amusement and a grin crosses his lips. “Where are we going,” I growl. His bright blue eyes glitter with excitement, “It’s a place called The Wolf’s Den.” “That place is a shithole,” I groan. Lucian is practically jumping up and down. “So you’ve heard of it?” “Can we pick a nicer location?” I rub my eyes roughly with palms of my hands
ELLA Checking my reflection in the mirror, I turn from side to side making sure that none of my ‘important parts’ are hanging out, as Gramps Walter likes to say. Carefully I check my makeup, avoiding my own emerald gaze in the mirror. Since I ran from my family in the Appalachian Mountains I haven’t been able to look myself in the eyes. These are the same eyes that belong to one of my fathers. A constant reminder that I am not the daughter they planned for me to be. My birth was foreseen, my powers were foreseen, and yet here I stand an ordinary werewolf. The color of my wolf’s fur should have been enough to serve as passage into the magical world of witches. But unlike any Silver Wolf that has come before me I am powerless. Practicing a fake smile for the mirror I don’t miss how my smile no longer meets my eyes, but lucky for me the bar patrons are always too drunk to notice or even care. I chuckle a little bit at my reflection, Gramps is going to throw a fit tonight. I h
LYRASixteen Years Later I watch as my daughter stares out of the window. The thick layer of snow that coats the ground reminds me of the night she was born. There was so much snow that even Andrew’s Jeep could not make it through the snow. I laugh a little at the irony of it all. Here I am largely pregnant, with swollen ankles, and my feet propped up on a pillow. It is the exact thing that I refused to do a little more than sixteen years ago. The look on my daughter’s face is one of worry and regret. I pat the couch beckoning her to come and sit with me. Leaning in I whisper quietly so no one care hear me. “She’s awake. Isn’t she?” I ask referring to her wolf. My question causes anxiety to ripple off her in waves. Hiding her face in her hands she tries to control her breathing. We already know she is a Silver Wolf. We have prepared for this day since she was old enough to understand. I have known that her wolf had awoken weeks ago, I can feel my power waning when
LYRA The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the pack house. Abigale and I have been baking all day preparing for Chase and Annie to visit for an early Christmas celebration. My overly round belly is covered in flour because it keeps getting in the way. Every time I turn around I am knocking something over with my baby bump. Abigale has given up trying to clean up after me. I have been on my feet all day and my ankles are killing me. Looking down I can see that they are twice their normal size. My stomach is cramping, and it is becoming difficult to breathe. Abigale has tried to get me to sit down several times, but I really want to help. It is my first Christmas celebration with my mates and my brother, I want to do as much of the work as I possibly can. Bracing my hands against my back, I lean backwards trying to stretch my tight belly, but nothing seems to alleviate the pressure. Deciding t
LYRAThe cold gel hits my abdomen, and it makes me jump a little. Andrew and James are beside me grinning from ear to ear. They look like little kids on Christmas morning. I try to hide the waves of anxiety following through my body. Deep down I know everything is fine. I have seen her in my visions, I know that she is okay. But that does not stop me from worrying. So many terrible things have happened since I got pregnant, what if the visions have since changed. There is a tiny voice in my mind that is making me doubt if my visions are correct or not.I keep my eyes closed tight while the doctor rolls the ultrasound wand along my stomach. Then I hear it. The whooshing sound of a heartbeat fills the room. Andrew and James squeeze my hand tightly. Placing my free hand over my eyes I let out a sigh of relief, but I still cannot bring myself to look at the screen. I feel Andrew’s lips against my
LYRAAbigale sits beside me and fidgets nervously in her seat. “Your brother is okay with it,” she says frantically. Laying my hand on top of hers I guess her a little squeeze. “Whatever it is, I am sure we will be fine with it too.”Taking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment, Abigale breathes out slowly. “Annie and I are not actual sisters,” she begins. “she is my stepsister.”“Of course,” I smile brightly. “If she were a werewolf her hearing would have repaired itself.” Abigale watches me carefully as I piece together her family tree. “You said that your stepmother wanted to teach you both about all of the magical creatures that live in this world?”“Supernatural beings,” Abigale corrects. “Yes.”“They are witches!&rd
LYRAThis may sound crazy, but I simply could not wait for Grace to meet Prissy. I just knew that their had to be another person on the planet that Prissy did not want to murder, and I knew that Grace was that person. Linking my arm in hers I carefully guided her up the stairs to the pack house. Long gone is the youthful woman that trained me in the cabin. As soon as Lilith’s magic faded so did Grace’s youth, but I seemed to be the only one that noticed. Her once bright blue eyes are now a little duller than before and her beautiful black hair is now streaked with stripes of gray. When she smiles I can still see the vibrant, headstrong woman from the cabin, but I can tell that Lilith’s death has taken a toll on her.“The boys let me have a cat,” I explain excitedly. “Her name is Prissy, and she is absolutely perfect.”Grace pats my hand as we walk through the front door together.
ANDREW “I’m driving,” Lyra says as she grabs the keys to my Jeep from my hands. “Uh,” bile rises in my throat at the thought of anyone driving my Jeep but me. “Do you even have a license?” Lyra hops into the driver’s side and puts the key into the ignition and giving it a turn. “I mean not on me this moment. But I have one legally… I think,” she slides that last part in quietly thinking that I do not hear her over her revving the engine. “Nope,” I draw out the word before popping the ‘p’ with my lips. “You aren’t driving.” Reaching in I try to pull her from the seat, but she is ignoring me, fiddling with the dials on the dash and adjusting her mirrors. “When was the last time you ate?” She questions with an eyebrow raised and I can only glare in her direction because I know that she is technically right. I am in no shape to drive. “Exactly,” she chi