“What? No, Kas. That's not possible. You know that's not possible. Saint would never harm a hair on your head. He loves you. I love you." I say desperately, taking a step forward, praying she doesn't take a step back. My heart clenches at the thought that she could ever be scared I would hurt her. What am I talking about? I just slapped her in the hallway in front of all those people. She just had a vision that my wolf killed her. How could she not be scared of me? A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I find James and Delilah standing there. “Please, come in." I gesture with my arm. “Thank you, Alpha Bronx." Delilah says with a bow and walks past me. “If it's alright, Alpha, I'm going to stay in the hall with Tyree. Make sure things are... under control." James gives me a knowing look. I trust him to convince Tyree to keep quiet about this incident. “Thanks, James." I look at Tyree, who still looks very uncomfortable with what he just witnessed. Even with the sensitivity an
Kas's POVI can feel the lump in my throat give way into tears as Delilah comes into the apartment. She sets down a leather bag that looks like an old time doctor's bag and takes my hands in hers. “Kas, what happened?" She asks. Her face is filled with worry. Lenora is rubbing soothing circles on my back. “I had a vision, Delilah, it was awful." I begin to sob and collapse against her. Delilah wipes my tears with her sleeve as she shushes me, rocking me gently in her arms. Her movement makes me realize I flinched when Bronx tried to do the same thing just a few moments ago. Why did I do that? Was it because of the premonition? My heart aches thinking that I did that because of something Bronx didn't actually do. It was just in my head. I look around and realize he isn't in the room. “Bronx?" I look around. "Where did he go?” “I think he feels guilty for slapping you." Lenora growls in an annoyed tone. She has a hand on her hip taking a judgemental stance. “Slap me? Don't be ridi
Lenora stands and unlocks the apartment door. James is pacing the hall and rushes inside as soon as he is allowed entry. “My Love!" He exclaims when he sees Delilah bundled up on the sofa. He kneels down and caresses her face, giving her little kisses. “Oh, Puppy. Don't worry. I'm okay." She smiles as he comes to her side. “James, you can take her wrapped in the blanket so she won't get cold. I will get it back some other time." I offer."It's alright, Luna. My truck is out front." He carefully unwraps his mate from her cocoon and hands the blanket to me before picking her up bridal style. Lenora drapes his coat over her. “Delilah, I will come see you tomorrow if you're feeling better.” I tell her. “Thank you, Kas." She says sleepily, leaning into James's chest. James gingerly walks out of the apartment so he can take his mate home and care for her. I pang of guilt strikes my heart. I am not able to heal Delilah because she is not a werewolf. She is a powerful witch, but what she
Saint wrapping himself around me feels like a soft, heat-generating cloud. His scent is familiar and comforting. The only thing that would be better would be Bronx and my limbs entangled. The morning light intrudes in the room and crawls across my face. I stretch sleepily and find that I have a stiff neck and a chill around me. Saint must have adjusted positions at some point in the night because his fur cocoon is not forming a barrier of warmth around me. I tug on my blanket to cover myself better, but it doesn't budge.“Saint, you have a fur coat, stop hogging the blanket." I groan.A pair of strong arms creates a cage around me, as if by instinct, and pulls me close to a hard chest. The familiar light snoring of Bronx against my ear sets my heart alight. "Bronx?" I whisper in disbelief. I roll over in his arms so I'm facing him. His breath hitches a little, but he continues the slow rhythmic breathing of sleep. I don't know when he shifted, but he is naked under the blanket. Could
The next day, I go to visit Delilah who is, thankfully, feeling much better. James brings us tea while we are snuggled into blankets on the sofa in their living room. “Kas, Lady Camille would like to come here to speak with Beta Milo and Beta Lenora to help with the premonition... umm... situation." She says the last part quietly with her tea cup held close to her mouth. Her breath makes steam billow off the top of her cup. I think for a moment about what Delilah just said. "She doesn't want to speak with Bronx?” “Kas, we mean no disrespect to Alpha Bronx, but think that Beta Lenora will be the best person to explain the premonition to him. Specifically because of their relationship. He will accept it better from her." She pauses, then sighs. "We also think it is best if we dont tell either of you when it is supposed to happen, so neither of you tries to change it. The people who surround you two, the ones who truly love and care about you the most, will be the ones to protect you
Winter solstice is seriously my favorite holiday. I mean, this will be the first time I get to celebrate it. In the past, I was responsible for wrapping all the gifts for the Silver Moon pack Winter Solstice party. One year, there was an extra gift left over, so Beta Tate let me have it after everyone had left. It was a box of chocolate truffles. There were eight in the box. Each one had a different flavor filling, and I savored every bite. I knew I would never get another gift again, but that one meant the world to me. It didn't matter to ten-year-old Kas that it was just a forgotten box. It was special to me. Even if I haven't been an active participant before, I still love all the decorations, watching people exchange gifts, the music, the games, the special foods I get to bake, all of it. It is the feeling in the air. It is just so wonderful. Speaking of which, I want to give gifts this year, but I feel awkward asking Bronx for money. I don't want him to think I'm taking advanta
It's odd to say I feel more like myself than I ever have before. Almost like, this is the person I was always meant to be. For the most part, I feel more self-confident and I find I'm usually pretty happy. Bronx says he notices a difference and he loves seeing me in such good spirits. The only thing missing is Lex. Not having her around to share in my new happy life sucks, but I know she will be back soon. I can just feel it. Bronx and I meditate after dinner and try to connect with Lex and Saint. It's frustrating though. It's like when you're sitting down, and you need a pen and you see one on the other side of the table so you stretch to reach for it, but no matter how far you stretch you are just barely not able to grasp it. Just like that pen, I'm certain I am so close to reaching her. I can feel it. Sometimes I hear the distant howl like she is looking for me too. Bronx says Saint is stirring more and it seems like he is paying attention to what Bronx is saying, but still seems
He pulls out a little blue velvet ring box and opens it. Inside is a beautiful ring. The giant purple, sparkly stone in the center is square with rounded edges, down the sides of the band are little white diamonds. I gasp and put both hands up to my mouth. I feel my eyes getting wider. I look from the ring to Bronx and back again. A purple aura starts to glow brightly around me. Bronx puts his hand on my knee and starts to glow too. “I... Bronx, where... I... you..." I feel so flustered, I can't form a sentence. Tears start pooling in my eyes, threatening to spill over. I manage to pull one hand away from my mouth enough to point to the ring and whimper. "Where did you get that?” “I stopped in Paris after my first visit with you at the coven and had it custom made. It's a purple diamond. Like, it's a real diamond that's purple. Something to do with minerals in the earth. I had no idea diamonds came in colors." He chuckles a little. "The sales guy at Harry Winston told me they're supe