âWell, all of your scans look normal,â Luna Isabella was saying as she stood next to Mercyâs bed, a bunch of papers in her hand. âWeâve run a lot of tests, and I donât see anything wrong, other than youâre a little malnourished, but that shouldnât be causing your memory issues. I think itâs safe to say itâs psychological at this point, honey.âMercy nodded, thinking she had to be right. âWhat do we do about that?â She wasnât sure she wanted to hear the answer.âWell, I suppose youâve got a good reason for not wanting to remember these things, honey, or else you wouldnât be blocking them all out, right?â Isabella gave her a sympathetic smile.Not knowing what to say, Mercy let her eyes drift to the ground. Isabella had a point. Mercy knew from her dreams and from the incidents sheâd had whenever August had said certain things that began to trigger those memories her mind was fighting so hard to lock away.âWe donât have a therapist or psychologist in the pack, but I believe there is on
Isabella had insisted on waiting for August to be available in order to take Mercy to the house that they shared in the center of the village. Mercy could understand that. After all, she hadnât exactly proven herself to be the sort of person one could trust not to have a problem on the short walk. For all Isabella knew, she could faint, take off running, or set the house on fireâŠ.Mercy didnât think there was much of a chance of any of those things happening, but that didnât mean Isabella trusted her.Once August arrived, there was a private conversation in the storage room of the medical center. She heard whispering, but she had no idea what mother and son were talking about. Other than the fact that it was probably about her. She hoped she wasnât stirring up any trouble between the two of them. They were both such wonderful people. Sheâd hate to come between them in any way.After a few moments, August walked out first, a smile on his face. âHi, Mercy,â he said. âHow are you today?â
âMercy? Mercy? Are you all right?âIt was happening again, and there was nothing August could do to help her or prevent it. All heâd done was welcome her home when he saw her eyes roll back into her head and her body went limp.Heâd caught her, thank goodness. So she wasnât physically injured. But Mercy was lying limp against his arm as he stared into her beautiful face, willing her to open her eyes and look at him.She did--whether he actually managed to convince her to or she just happened to not have slipped too far away from him this time.Mercy blinked a few times, a vacant look on her face. At first, he thought maybe she didnât recognize him. The idea of having to start all over again, of trying to explain who he was, where she was, how sheâd gotten there one more time, made his heart leap into his throat.âAre you okay?â he asked her, keeping his voice calm and soft.âY-yeah,â Mercy said, struggling to stand up. He helped her get back upright. âWhat happened?â she asked, a hand
This was the most comfortable room sheâd ever been in. Mercy was sure of it--even though she couldnât remember a single place sheâd been before the healing center. Still, sitting on the end of the bed in the room that August had taken her to, she was certain sheâd never been in a room like this before.Mercy wasnât sure what to do. Part of her wanted to climb into the comfy bed and go to sleep. But she wasnât really tired. It just seemed so inviting. She ran her hand along the soft blue comforter and sighed. What must it be like to live in a house like this? To have so many nice things?A shower also sounded pleasant. Sheâd taken a few while she was at the healing center, but she had the feeling that the bathroom attached to this luxurious room had to be unlike any accommodations sheâd ever seen in her life.Mercy kicked off her shoes and took off her socks before letting her bare feet sink into the soft carpet of the floor. A flash of a memory came across her. Cold, concrete. Damp, u
A beautiful woman had just moved into his house.August was sitting at his desk, doing his best to focus on his work, but his mind kept going back to Mercy. What was she doing right now? Was she okay? Was she sleeping? Was she hungry?He was trying to focus on the reports he needed to finish looking over, but it was rough with such a huge distraction just down the road. He wanted to go see how she was doing, to see if he could get her anything, but he also knew he had a way of making her feel like her head was going to explode.August picked up the last report heâd been given and had just started going over it when his phone rang. Part of him was glad for the distraction, but then he looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Rider, the Alpha from Black Hole Moon.âWhat do you want, Rider>â August said as he picked up the phone. The last person in the world he wanted to talk to was the Alpha that had been in the picture where Mercy was being abused.âOh, come on, August, donât be lik
âHow do we even know that Rider is telling us the truth?â Augustâs mom asked him from her seat across from his desk. âHe could just be messing with us, trying to scare us.ââIâm not scared of her name, Mom. Hell, Iâm not even scared of her. Maybe I should be, but I donât think sheâd do anything to hurt us.âHe couldâve been putting his entire pack at risk by having a woman he didnât know who clearly had some sort of magical powers in their midst, but it was difficult for him to think that Mercy could be dangerous to him or to anyone else. He was usually a pretty good judge of character, and he felt that Mercy was a good person, that anything that sheâd been through in her past wasnât due to her bad character but due to the horrible people sheâd been with.And Rider was a pretty horrible person.For years, heâd waged war on surrounding packs, attempting to convescate more territory. Heâd killed indiscriminately and even raided some villages where women and children became his victims.
It was cold.Darkness surrounded her, and the smell of dampness filled her lungs. Close to her head, she heard the ping of water falling from above her, landing in a puddle on the concrete, over and over and over again. Dripping, constantly, cutting into her thoughts, eating through her mind. It needed to stop.But there was no way to make it stop, and as long as she was down here in the damp, dark, cold, she wouldnât be able to do anything to help herself.How long had she been down here? It seemed like forever. Her stomach felt like it was eating itself, but then, she didnât really have stomach pains anymore because she was so used to being hungry.She tried to stretch her back, but she couldnât because of the restraints. Why they thought binding her hands around her ankles and tying her ankles together would stop her from using her abilities, she didnât know, but she could still use them.She could still pick them up and throw them across the room.She could still blow out the glas
Making breakfast was not something August was particularly good at. Cooking in general was not his forte, but since he couldnât go back to sleep after he woke up at 5:00 in the morning, he decided to get up around 6:00 and go to the kitchen to make breakfast for Mercy.Heâd laid awake for much of the night, thinking about what Rider had told him and the discussion heâd had with his mom. He knew that she was right, that he shouldnât tell Mercy what heâd found out. But at the same time, he hated keeping information from her, too. If he was in her position, wouldnât he want to know what his real name was?He wanted to say yes to that, but then, heâd never been in a situation where heâd been abused by an entire pack of people, possibly two packs, and then had to run for his life. So maybe if heâd been in a similar circumstance to the one she was fleeing, he wouldnât be so quick to think it would be better if she knew.He sat down at the island to sip some coffee while the breakfast casser
âMercy, hurry up!â August shouted up the stairs. âWeâre going to be late!ââWe canât be late,â Mercy shouted back to him. âThey canât start without us. Youâre the Alpha.ââWell, weâre supposed to be there in fifteen minutes, and itâll take at least ten to get to the chapel.ââIâm coming,â Mercy said, sliding an earring into her ear and looking at herself one more time in the mirror. What her husband failed to realize was that she not only had to get herself ready, she also had to get the baby ready, and that took some time.She looked good in a nice red dress and silver dangly earrings. She wore a pendant around her neck that had a picture of August in one half and her daughter in the other. Her hair was up in a clip, and her knee length red dress was tight at the top but flowy at the bottom. Her red heels were not so high that she couldnât walk in them easily.She hurried down the stairs to see August standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding their daughter, Abigail, in his arms.
âPut him down, Leeta,â Mercy demanded. âUnless you want your husband to explode all over the place. Put that wolf down.ââThat wolf?â Leeta repeated. âIsnât this your husband? The Alpha?ââNo,â Mercy lied, hoping sheâd buy it. âYouâve got the wrong one. Thatâs just an Omega.â August didnât even look like a random Omega, but her sister wasnât the brightest, perhaps sheâd fall for it.âDonât listen to her, honey,â Rider shouted. âThatâs Alpha August.âSays the man who left you and ran away only a few minutes ago. I couldâve just killed him in the forest, but I didnât,â Mercy reminded her sister.âWhy didnât you?â Leeta asked. âWhy didnât you just kill him while you could?ââBecause they call me Mercy now,â she explained. âI want to live up to my new name. I wanted to give my husband the opportunity to spare yours.âLeeta pressed the knife so that a drop of blood appeared on Augustâs neck.âDonât!â Mercy yelled. âIf you kill him, you know Iâll kill Rider.ââThen let him go, and Iâll let
Mercy had a choice to make. She could either chase Rider down and destroy him, or she could stay there with her sister who had collapsed on the ground but could get up at any moment and begin to wreak havoc on the sleeping wolves that Mercy had immobilized earlier.She couldnât leave the wolves unprotected, but she also couldnât let Rider get away.With no other choice, Mercy hit her sister with a jarring bolt of energy, one that was sure to keep her from getting up for quite some time. She hated to hurt her own flesh and blood, especially since she was quite certain that her sister was misdirected in the decision she had made, but she had little choice because she couldnât take the risk of Leeta getting up and hurting someone.Then, Mercy took off after Rider.She wasnât going to catch him by running after him, though. He was a male, for one thing, so he was naturally faster than her. Also, he was an Alpha, so he was stronger, more muscular, bigger than she could ever hope to be. No,
It didnât take long for Rider to come into view. He was about a quarter of a mile ahead of her, in between some trees, just stepping out of a clearing.Of course, he would be hiding from the battle, Mercy thought.He stepped out into the field. The fog curled around him, just as it had in her dreams. He was in his human form, just as she was, and for once, Mercy wished she hadnât forced herself to wake up before the dreams had ended.At least then maybe sheâd have some idea what was about to happen.Rider wasnât alone.It took Mercy a few seconds to realize that there was another person following him, but when her eyes locked on the blonde woman behind him, a rush of memories came back to her, and she suddenly realized she knew exactly who she was.She looked so much like Mercy, even from a distance, she could tell that they resembled one another. It was almost like she was looking in a mirror. Except she was shorter and a couple of years younger.She was wearing a flowing gown, the s
August had made her promise to stay in the house, and Mercy had pretended to comply. It was better that way. Well, it was easier that way, anyhow.When she stepped outside, about an hour after the battle had begun, she knew exactly what to expect.She wasnât wearing a long, flowing gown like she had been in her dreams, though. She was wearing a much more practical outfit. She had on pants and they were tucked into her boots. She was also wearing a long-sleeved shirt. It was a bit chilly in the predawn hours. A light fog hung over the village. It was fogânot smoke.Why would it be smoke? It wasnât as if wolves fought with weapons that fired gunpowder like humans did. Still, she did smell smoke in the distance. As she began to walk toward the sound of fighting, the smell became stronger, more acrid, and she realized that there were some buildings on fire on the perimeter of the village.That bastard Rider had set some of the villagersâ homes on fire.Mercy shook her head and knew that t
It was no wonder that Rider had been quiet for so long.Heâd been training his warriors.Heâd been collecting more.As August made his way across the battlefield, it was clear that his enemy had been working hard to prepare himself for this night. Everywhere the Alpha looked, he saw his Omegas fighting with Riderâs ferocious wolves. Blood, sweat, tufts of fur, claws, and fangsâŠ. It was a vicious battle, one of the worst heâd ever seen, and August was afraid to see the aftermath.If he survived the night.Before August could even think about what he needed to do next, a large male wolf stepped before him, and he found himself engaged again. It wasnât the first time heâd had to fight instead of simply directing his warriors that night. Heâd already dispatched four other wolves, and if he wanted to get back to overseeing the battle, heâd have to do the same to this large black wolf as well.Saliva hung from the wolfâs teeth as he stared at August, his eyes glaring with menace. August was
She was dreaming about Rider again.Mercy was walking through the battlefield, the smoke blowing around her, bodies lying randomly around her feet. Her eyes were fixed at a distant point where she knew he would appear.Only this time, unlike all of the other dreams sheâd had, Alpha Rider wasnât showing up, and she didnât understand why.As she continued to search for him, her mind wandering, trying to sort out where he might be, where Alpha August might be, she began to hear a banging noise to her right. It was a rhythmic noise, but the longer she walked, the more persistent she became until she finally realized it wasnât part of her dream.âIâm dreaming,â she reminded herself.Mercy sat straight up in bed. August was up, too, and he was pulling on some clothes over his boxers. Someone was banging on the door downstairs, hard. âWho is it?â she asked him.âIâm not sure, but somethingâs going on,â he said. âStay here.ââWhy would I do that?â she asked, getting up and rushing to the clos
The view out of Mercyâs window was beautiful. August had given her an office that looked out on a meadow, and sometimes, she would stare out the window and daydream about how beautiful their wedding had been and how lovely it had been to take a week off and just spend time with her new husband. Mercy hadnât wanted an elaborate wedding, but everyone in the pack was invited since August was the Alpha, and Mercy was becoming the pack Luna. Still, they were able to keep the ceremony itself relatively short. After that, theyâd gone straight into a ceremony to name her as the Luna. The reception had been long, but the happy couple had not stayed for the entire time. Theyâd danced a bit, ate some food, thanked all of their guests, and then gotten straight to their honeymoon. Now a few weeks later, here Mercy sat, staring out at a beautiful spring day, wondering how she got to be so lucky. Being the Luna was exactly how Mercy thought it would be. It was challenging, but it was so very rewar
That night, once dinner was over, August took Mercy back home to their room and the bed theyâd been sharing for months. It all seemed different now, though, now that he had asked her to become his wife, to be his Luna. His kisses were somehow even sweeter, and every touch of his hands on her flesh was even warmer, alighting her flesh on fire.August stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her, his lips playing with the sensitive flesh between her neck and shoulder as he slowly tugged down the zipper on the back of her dress. Mercy had kicked her shoes off already, and when the top of the dress came loose, she worked her arms out of the short sleeves. Augustâs lips worked their way down her neck and across her shoulder. She leaned back against his muscular chest, her eyes closed so she could concentrate on every touch of his hands on her skin.The dress came off and puddled on the floor at her feet. He slid his hands inside of her bra, causing her peaks to harden instantly at his tou