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DAYA POV “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Ames!” I taunt Amy as I bounce on my toes. She pushes herself off the ground and wipes dirt off her face. “You didn’t think about pairing me up with someone remotely closer to my size?” Amy asks as she gets back into her fighting stance. “Look around, Ames. There are no toddlers at warrior training,” Emmy teases as she spars with Saph. Pearl is off to the side sparring with Leslie. “Fuck you, Emmy! At least I can run without my tits hitting me in the face!” Amy shouts back with her hands on her hips. “Goddess, will you two stop bickering? You’re both acting like toddlers. We are here to train, can you focus?” Saph asks in a frustrated tone. She takes advantage of the break to redo her hair up into her trademark lopsided bun. “Just pin them against each other, Dye. Let them take out their aggression on each other,” Pearl calls out as she blocks a kick from Leslie. “That’s not a bad idea. Saph! Switch with Amy.
DARIUS POV I’m buttoning up a black dress shirt as I hear the shower turn off. I peer into the bathroom and see Daya’s reflection in the mirror as she steps out of the shower. Her tan and muscular body is still wet. I catch a glimpse of her perfect ass before she wraps a towel around her naked form. Damn it! I look down and I’m already hard just from looking at her. I haven’t admitted this to Daya, but since she marked me, my desire to have sex, and bury myself deep inside her, has skyrocketed. We have been having plenty of sex now that she moved in, but I’m always hungry for more. It feels so good to have her next to me every night. It seems so natural for us. I don’t know what changed for Daya, but she has been more open with me. I’m hesitant to bring up the conversation of marking her. I don’t want to scare her and risk all the progress our relationship has made. She steps out of the bathroom and rakes her eyes over me. I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but she li
DAYA POV Justin’s trial created a ripple effect of change over the next week. Darius meant it when he told his pack things needed to change. He took a suggestion from me and Aurelian that all pack members should receive basic training in the event of future attacks. Of course, not everyone will be on the warrior squad, but Darius agreed that every pack member should have basic fighting skills for whenever Bram, or rogues, attack again. But that’s not all that has changed, Darius announced that he wants to increase security measures. He wants to create a tech team to bring Running River Pack into the twenty-first century. This pack is definitely more of a blue-collar, get-your-hands-dirty, type of pack. Which is great and all. But there is so much technology available that can better protect everyone and alleviate the strain on the warriors who run patrols. Warrior training has just wrapped up for the day and we are all making our way over to the packhouse for another all-p
DARIUS POV As my pack members’ voices filled the outdoor space with cheers and applause, I could feel through the bond that Daya was not sharing in their feelings of excitement. I sensed her emotions were pinging between shock, annoyance, hesitation, uncertainty, and anger. Yea. I should have spoken to her about this beforehand. There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl. “I can’t wait to have a Luna. Especially one as pretty and brave as you. I’m going to be a warrior when I get older too!” Phoebe flexes her small arms, which are void of any muscle tone. And she grits her teeth together and lets out a growl, or what I think was supposed to be a growl. I can’t help but smile at her cuteness. I feel Daya’s emotions change through the bond. Gratitude
DAYA POV One minute, I’m hitting a punching bag, imagining it’s Darius’ face. The next, I’m letting him mark me. I have no regrets. The moment Darius’ teeth connected with my skin I felt our bond snap together. I saw his entire life flash before my eyes. I saw all that he has lost. I felt all his pain. I finally understand why my parents never resented the Moon Goddess for the plague. I can feel every emotion Darius has. I know him. He knows me. Being this connected to another person is scary, and exhilarating. I haven’t heard anyone talk about these things with a chosen mate bond. Nobody has mentioned the sparks and tingles every time their chosen mate touches them…kisses them. And I’ve never heard anyone talk about absorbing their chosen mate’s memories when they complete their bond. I used to think werewolves were superior to humans because of our enhanced senses, our strength, and speed. And, yea, obviously, the whole shifting into a majestic animal is in
DAYA POV The rest of us spring into action and shift, joining Lyle by the tree line. ‘I’m on my way! How many?’ Darius’ voice comes through the link. ‘I can’t tell! At least twenty! They don’t smell like rogues!’ I tell him. The attacking wolves don’t hesitate. They leap out from the trees and come at us. Logan and Leslie are the first to defend their brother. The rest of us are not far behind. Darius’ orders come through the mindlink. ‘Do your best not to kill! We take as many prisoners as we can!’ Fearing for my sisters’ safety, I focus on keeping them away from harm. ‘Amy get back!’ I yell to her through the link. ‘I can fight! Let me help!’ She shouts back angrily, her small, brown wolf shaking out her fur. It’s not helping her seem intimidating. ‘No! Go help bring silver chains so we can keep these wolves subdued!’ I order her. Her wolf storms off in the other direction. She is just not a skilled enough fighter. I refuse to put her a
DARIUS POV Two Weeks Later The full moon came and went. We never celebrated with a festival. Too many of my pack members were fearful that the full moon has become a bad omen. Following the attack from the Forza Pack, and Lyle’s death, nobody wanted to celebrate. I was disappointed, but I understood everyone’s concern. We had a funeral for Lyle. Logan and Leslie were distraught. Especially Logan. He is filled with so much guilt. I wasn’t there, but Daya told me Logan snapped at Lyle before the Forza Pack attacked. He feels responsible for his brother’s death. As does Leslie. Lyle died saving her. I understand that guilt, having lost Calvin in the same way. Richard recommended a grief counselor, or even instating a pack therapist. We all have been through significant trauma. It’s werewolf nature to deal with pain and keep your head up and drive on. We forget that we are also part human. It makes sense that having someone to talk to during difficult times would be beneficial. Ri
DARIUS POV I’m standing on the platform, overlooking the entire party. My pack members are all so happy and enjoying the evening. Lucas and Aurelian are standing next to me. I’m wringing my hands together, feeling them getting clammy. I try shaking them out to dry them. I don’t want Daya to touch my hands and feel how gross they are. “Relax, Alpha. Your mate is coming,” Lucas says reassuringly. I never asked him what his views are on finding a mate. I have seen him talking with some she-wolves here and there, but nothing serious. He and Emmy have been spending a lot of time together. I’ll have to ask him if there is anything going on there. They’re so similar, they would probably be a good fit. The chattering amongst the pack members quiets down and I look up and see her- my warrior goddess. The woman who slowly broke down my walls and has become a new pillar of strength for me. She is flanked by her sisters as they make their way through the crowd. She stops and greets diff
Sage POV I wake up with a throbbing headache again. I’ve been running through the forest for several days now. Part of me regrets leaving that small hospital. I never asked anyone where I was or how I got there. I assume that I was kidnapped since I didn’t recognize anything. Everything is a jumbled mess. I try to sleep at night, but flashes of what I can only assume are my memories, flicker through my mind. The sun is beginning to rise over the trees. As much as I’m afraid about being out in the forest all alone, there is a sense of calm from being in nature. I vaguely remember being younger and running through the woods. Why can’t I remember anything? Do I have family looking for me? No. Obviously not. Or else they would have been in that hospital room waiting for me to wake up. A part of me keeps saying to turn back, that there is something, or maybe someone, waiting for me. I just have to accept that I’m alone. I continue walking, enjoying the sound
DAYA POV I am speechless. I have no words. Not only is the ring gorgeous, but his words are extraordinary. Alpha Luna? Is that even a thing? Nobody has ever shared an Alpha title before. Just when I thought that Darius couldn’t be more perfect, he proves me wrong again. He is truly willing to share his title with me. I feel a little guilty for shoving him before, but what did he expect me to do? I thought he was making a mockery of me and our bond in front of the entire pack. What a sneaky guy. I’m going to have to teach him a lesson later for that. I realize that I have not said anything in some time and Darius is still down on one knee, waiting for my response. “It would be my honor, Alpha,” I say without hesitation. I extend my fingers on my left hand for him and, without taking his eyes off mine, he slides the beautiful ring onto my finger. A black diamond- he knows me well. Darius places a kiss on my ring finger and rises to his feet. The entire pack is cheering and sc
DARIUS POV I’m standing on the platform, overlooking the entire party. My pack members are all so happy and enjoying the evening. Lucas and Aurelian are standing next to me. I’m wringing my hands together, feeling them getting clammy. I try shaking them out to dry them. I don’t want Daya to touch my hands and feel how gross they are. “Relax, Alpha. Your mate is coming,” Lucas says reassuringly. I never asked him what his views are on finding a mate. I have seen him talking with some she-wolves here and there, but nothing serious. He and Emmy have been spending a lot of time together. I’ll have to ask him if there is anything going on there. They’re so similar, they would probably be a good fit. The chattering amongst the pack members quiets down and I look up and see her- my warrior goddess. The woman who slowly broke down my walls and has become a new pillar of strength for me. She is flanked by her sisters as they make their way through the crowd. She stops and greets diff
DARIUS POV Two Weeks Later The full moon came and went. We never celebrated with a festival. Too many of my pack members were fearful that the full moon has become a bad omen. Following the attack from the Forza Pack, and Lyle’s death, nobody wanted to celebrate. I was disappointed, but I understood everyone’s concern. We had a funeral for Lyle. Logan and Leslie were distraught. Especially Logan. He is filled with so much guilt. I wasn’t there, but Daya told me Logan snapped at Lyle before the Forza Pack attacked. He feels responsible for his brother’s death. As does Leslie. Lyle died saving her. I understand that guilt, having lost Calvin in the same way. Richard recommended a grief counselor, or even instating a pack therapist. We all have been through significant trauma. It’s werewolf nature to deal with pain and keep your head up and drive on. We forget that we are also part human. It makes sense that having someone to talk to during difficult times would be beneficial. Ri
DAYA POV The rest of us spring into action and shift, joining Lyle by the tree line. ‘I’m on my way! How many?’ Darius’ voice comes through the link. ‘I can’t tell! At least twenty! They don’t smell like rogues!’ I tell him. The attacking wolves don’t hesitate. They leap out from the trees and come at us. Logan and Leslie are the first to defend their brother. The rest of us are not far behind. Darius’ orders come through the mindlink. ‘Do your best not to kill! We take as many prisoners as we can!’ Fearing for my sisters’ safety, I focus on keeping them away from harm. ‘Amy get back!’ I yell to her through the link. ‘I can fight! Let me help!’ She shouts back angrily, her small, brown wolf shaking out her fur. It’s not helping her seem intimidating. ‘No! Go help bring silver chains so we can keep these wolves subdued!’ I order her. Her wolf storms off in the other direction. She is just not a skilled enough fighter. I refuse to put her a
DAYA POV One minute, I’m hitting a punching bag, imagining it’s Darius’ face. The next, I’m letting him mark me. I have no regrets. The moment Darius’ teeth connected with my skin I felt our bond snap together. I saw his entire life flash before my eyes. I saw all that he has lost. I felt all his pain. I finally understand why my parents never resented the Moon Goddess for the plague. I can feel every emotion Darius has. I know him. He knows me. Being this connected to another person is scary, and exhilarating. I haven’t heard anyone talk about these things with a chosen mate bond. Nobody has mentioned the sparks and tingles every time their chosen mate touches them…kisses them. And I’ve never heard anyone talk about absorbing their chosen mate’s memories when they complete their bond. I used to think werewolves were superior to humans because of our enhanced senses, our strength, and speed. And, yea, obviously, the whole shifting into a majestic animal is in
DARIUS POV As my pack members’ voices filled the outdoor space with cheers and applause, I could feel through the bond that Daya was not sharing in their feelings of excitement. I sensed her emotions were pinging between shock, annoyance, hesitation, uncertainty, and anger. Yea. I should have spoken to her about this beforehand. There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl. “I can’t wait to have a Luna. Especially one as pretty and brave as you. I’m going to be a warrior when I get older too!” Phoebe flexes her small arms, which are void of any muscle tone. And she grits her teeth together and lets out a growl, or what I think was supposed to be a growl. I can’t help but smile at her cuteness. I feel Daya’s emotions change through the bond. Gratitude
DAYA POV Justin’s trial created a ripple effect of change over the next week. Darius meant it when he told his pack things needed to change. He took a suggestion from me and Aurelian that all pack members should receive basic training in the event of future attacks. Of course, not everyone will be on the warrior squad, but Darius agreed that every pack member should have basic fighting skills for whenever Bram, or rogues, attack again. But that’s not all that has changed, Darius announced that he wants to increase security measures. He wants to create a tech team to bring Running River Pack into the twenty-first century. This pack is definitely more of a blue-collar, get-your-hands-dirty, type of pack. Which is great and all. But there is so much technology available that can better protect everyone and alleviate the strain on the warriors who run patrols. Warrior training has just wrapped up for the day and we are all making our way over to the packhouse for another all-p
DARIUS POV I’m buttoning up a black dress shirt as I hear the shower turn off. I peer into the bathroom and see Daya’s reflection in the mirror as she steps out of the shower. Her tan and muscular body is still wet. I catch a glimpse of her perfect ass before she wraps a towel around her naked form. Damn it! I look down and I’m already hard just from looking at her. I haven’t admitted this to Daya, but since she marked me, my desire to have sex, and bury myself deep inside her, has skyrocketed. We have been having plenty of sex now that she moved in, but I’m always hungry for more. It feels so good to have her next to me every night. It seems so natural for us. I don’t know what changed for Daya, but she has been more open with me. I’m hesitant to bring up the conversation of marking her. I don’t want to scare her and risk all the progress our relationship has made. She steps out of the bathroom and rakes her eyes over me. I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but she li