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Liz POV As we pull through the gates of the Dark Moon Pack, it is chaos. Pack members and rogues are running to the cars, pulling out the dead and wounded. Some of the injured are tended to on the streets because their wounds are so severe. The dead are being carted off to the morgue after they are identified. I climb off Deimos’s lap and stand in the middle of it all. As the Luna of the pack, I should be helping, but I don’t know where to start. Several warriors make their way to the Jeep and open the back. As they reach for Dainn’s body, Deimos lets out a fearsome growl. The growl makes me tremble where I stand. The full force of Deimos’s Alpha Aura is smothering. I feel like I can barely breathe. “Don’t touch him,” Deimos warns the warriors. Deimos walks to the back of the Jeep and gently tugs Dainn’s body out of the back. He cradles him in his arms and makes his way toward the hospital. “Deimos,” I call after him. He pauses, but he doesn’t turn around. “You ar
Liz POV Deimos carries me bridal style into the pack house, but I cannot take my eyes off the fire in the distance. I know my father said it was the way of the rogues, but it feels wrong. They feel like they are part of my pack now, and they deserve to be treated like it. The doors of the pack house swing open, and Deimos carries me gently up the stairs. The limp in his leg is gone. He isn’t struggling to make it up the stairs with me in his arms. I want to ask him why, but I am exhausted. Instead, I rest my head on his shoulder and snuggle into his chest. Deimos nudges the door to his bedroom open with his foot. It doesn’t look like he has been in here since I disappeared. He bypasses the bedroom and heads straight to the bathroom. He sits me down on the edge of the oversized bathtub and begins to run the water. As the water is running, he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it in the trash. I don’t blame him. It is ruined. I have been in it since the night I foll
Liz POV Deimos pulls me to the edge of the bed and drops to his knees before me. I grip the sheets in anticipation. He runs his nose up the inside of my leg, and his breath on my skin causes me to shiver. He grabs my knees and forces them farther apart. His tongue darts out and flicks my clit. My back arches against the bed, and I cry out. Deimos chuckles against my core before he delves his tongue in between my folds. I try to close my legs around his head, but Deimos keeps them open. My hips rise off the bed, trying to get Deimos to force his tongue deeper inside of me. Deimos groans as his fingers inch toward my core. His tongue toys with my clit while his fingers play at my entrance. His teasing is driving me crazy. “Deimos,” I beg. But he doesn’t answer my pleas. He continues to tease me. His finger circles around my entrance, barely pressing inside of me. Suddenly, he bites down on my clit and thrusts a finger inside of me. I pull the sheets from the bed and
Liz POV Deimos pulls one of his shirts over my head and tries to lead me from the room. “No way,” I say, dragging him back to the closet. “I am never leaving this room without pants again.” Deimos chuckles lightly as he watches me from the doorway of the closet. I slide on a pair of panties and leggings before throwing my hair into a messy bun. “You are never allowed to wear your hair down again,” Deimos says as he rubs his fingers over my mark. “I love you,” I say as I stretch up on my tip toes and kiss him on the lips. Deimos moans and quickly pulls away from me. “Food first,” he grunts. I try to conceal my smirk with a pout, but I am failing miserably. Deimos grabs me by the hand and yanks me out of the closet. He is moving faster than I have ever seen him move before. He skips down the stairs, and I can barely keep up. We burst through the kitchen doors to find my mother and father sitting at the kitchen table. Both have large mugs of coffee in their hands.
Liz POV Deimos grabs me by the arm and tries to drag me out of the pack house. I dig my heels into the ground and fight against him. “Where are you taking me?” I groan. “Into the moonlight,” he says in a hurried voice. “Why?” I whine. “So you can shift into your wolf,” he says as he stops in his tracks. “I am tired,” I groan. “I am sure Majesty is tired too.” ‘I could shift,’ Majesty stretches out in my mind. “No,” I hiss aloud. Deimos has a smirk on his lips. “What is your wolf telling you?” “None of your business,” I yawn. But Deimos isn’t listening. He throws me over his shoulder and marches outside. “Wait,” I yell out over him. “What about Brittany?” “What about her?” Deimos asks as he opens the front door of the pack house. “She is a Nico sympathizer,” I tell him as I bounce up and down on his back. “Let the trash take itself out,” Deimos growls. “We have work to do.” I stare back at the pack house as Deimos carries me away. My parents come ru
Deimos POV Elizabeth’s wolf is magnificent. I have never seen a more beautiful wolf. Her fur is as white as snow, and her eyes glow like emeralds against it. I don’t know much about white wolves. I actually thought that they were extinct. I can’t remember the last time a white wolf was documented. Duko doesn’t give me a chance to introduce Majesty to the crowd. He wants to be with his mate. I can’t blame him. He has been waiting for this for a long time. Duko takes over my body and shifts. His paws land on the ground with a thud. Majesty’s tail is wagging back and forth. She is just as excited to see him as he is to see her. Duko stares into Majesty’s eyes silently. There is already an unspoken bond between them. It isn’t like the bond that I had to build with Elizabeth. Their bond is automatic and strong. Duko raises his nose into the air and howls loudly. The pack returns my howl. They have all shifted into their wolves and are waiting patiently for my command
Nico POVI have been running in my wolf form for days. Omen’s feet are beginning to bleed, but I don’t dare let him stop running until I have placed enough distance between myself and the Dark Moon Pack. I cannot risk Deimos or anyone from the Moonstone Pack finding me. I killed the wrong son. I knew it the moment my teeth slammed down on Dainn’s neck. It will only be a matter of time until Deimos comes for me. There is no way he will let me live after everything I have done. I just need to hide out long enough to rebuild my forces. Then I can take back the Dark Moon Pack for myself. But I am not stupid enough to fight my son now that he is the Alpha. The prophecy stated that if I killed the wrong son, the other would end my life. I need to find someone to kill Deimos for me before he kills me.‘I need to rest,’ Omen pants heavily. ‘We have to go a little further,’ I tell him. ‘We are on the outskirts of Lycan City.’ ‘No one will look for us here,’ Omen says as he comes
Deimos POV I am in my nicest black suit, pacing outside of the bathroom door. The water in the sink has been running for what feels like forever. Elizabeth can’t possibly still be brushing her teeth. It has been at least ten minutes. I knock lightly on the bathroom door. “Princess,” I call out. “We are running behind.” “I am coming,” Elizabeth calls out, but she sounds breathless. “Just a few more minutes.” “We don’t have a few more minutes,” I try not to sound irritated. “We are already late.” “Okay,” Elizabeth says as she opens the bathroom door. Her face is flushed, and her lipstick is smeared. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her hair is falling out of the fancy updo. I must be making an odd face because Elizabeth quickly checks her reflection. She pulls her hair down and runs her fingers through the blonde tendrils, trying to calm the frizz. She wipes the lipstick from her lips and puts on a fresh coat. “Better?” She asks with a little bit of attitude. “Are yo
Liz POV I am staring out of the window with a checklist in my hands. Each item on the list has been checked several times. There is nothing else that I need to do. The Lunar Ball is already underway. From my window, I can see groups of people slowly making their way into the town hall that has been transformed into a ballroom. It has already been decided that I will be arriving last, even after the royal Lycan family. Stepping away from the window, I check my makeup in the reflection of the mirror. My face is still round from being pregnant, and my belly is still swollen. Thankfully, the dress that Stella picked out for me hides my round figure. I almost look normal. A quiet knock on my bedroom door pulls me from my reflection. “Come in.” The door only opens slightly, and my sister, Belle, squeezes through. I expected to see her in a ballgown, ready to join the party, but she is not dressed for the occasion. She is in her leather fighting gear. Her hair is pulled ba
Liz POVThe sun is warm on my face, and my eyes flutter open. A blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds comes into view. I lay my hand on my stomach, and it is flat. No trace of my pregnancy. Quickly, I get to my feet and look around. Once again, I am in the clearing behind the Moonstone Pack house. The place where my parents died. Everything feels warm and inviting. Is this what death feels like?A woman walks in my direction, and I immediately know who she is. “Mom,” I call out as I run toward her. I reach out my arms to embrace her, but my hands move through her body like she is made of mist. Looking between my hands and my birth mother, I am confused. “Why can’t I touch you?” I cry. My birth mother lets out a sharp sigh and wipes the tears falling from her eyes. “Now is not your time.” “I’m not dead?” I whisper. “You are stuck between this life and the next,” my birth mother explains. “You have a choice. You can stay here in the afterlife. Or you can fight to
Liz POV Six Months Later I have been staring at this screen for so long that my eyes are starting to go crossed. Since the battle, there has been so much to do. Each of the rogues that was detained has been questioned and subsequently put to death. As much as I hated to admit it, Faris Jr was right. A precedent had to be set that we were not a pack to be challenged. As if there wasn’t enough on my plate, Faris Jr decided that the next Lunar Ball would be held at our pack. It is only a few weeks away, and almost all of the planning has been done. I slam the screen of my laptop shut and pinch the bridge of my nose painfully. The pup growing inside of me kicks me roughly, and I groan uncomfortably. My stomach has grown to an enormous size over the past six months. Just when I didn’t think it was possible for me to get any bigger, I did. Bracing my hands on the arms of my chair, I struggle to push myself out of the office seat. As I am attempting to stand, someone knocks o
Deimos POVI know I am leaning heavily on Elizabeth as we make our way out of the forest. My arm is flung over her shoulder, and she is struggling to keep me on my feet. But she doesn’t give up, and she doesn’t complain.As soon as we break through the tree line, I see medics running toward us. Elizabeth lets out a sigh of relief, but I am not ready to go to the hospital. As Alpha of the pack, I need to oversee the cleanup of the battle.The medics take me from Elizabeth. They try to make me lie down on a stretcher, but I refuse. “I need to see my men.”“Alpha,” one of the medics tries to reason with me. “You are injured.” “I am not dying,” I groan at the medic, and I struggle to make my way up the hill to the pack house. My hands claw at the ground in front of me as I try to make it to the top of the hill. I can hear Elizabeth groan behind me, and she wraps her arm around my waist to help me to the pack house. “You really need to be seen,” she hisses under her breath. “La
Liz POV I don’t look over my shoulder to see what Faris Jr is doing, but by the look on Nico’s wolf’s face, it is horrific. I can tell that Nico’s wolf wants to run from the Lycan King, but something is keeping him here. He has to know that this is a battle he cannot win, but it appears he is willing to die trying. Something furry brushes up against my leg, and I glance down to see Duko standing at my side. He looks awful. Deep cuts are oozing across his black fur, and chunks of flesh are missing from his body. I don’t know how he is still standing. ‘I’ve got it from here,’ Deimos voice breaks through my mind. But I don’t move from my protective stance. ‘You are injured.’ ‘I have been worse,’ Deimos lies to me. ‘This is my fight, not yours.’ I know I have to back away. Deimos needs to be the one to kill his father. After everything he has been through, he deserves that much. Nico’s wolf is pawing at the ground, growling at Duko. They are getting ready to attack ea
Liz POV “You can run, but you can’t hide,” Nico calls out from behind me. “I know these woods like the back of my hand. I will find you.” Panic and adrenaline are coursing through my veins as I slip between the trees. I duck under low branches and squeeze through narrow tree openings. Trying to find any way to slow Nico down. My feet are slipping on the fallen leaves as I run, but I try not to let it slow me down. I have never done much training, and I am beginning to get winded. ‘I don’t know how much longer I can run,’ I whine to Majesty. ‘You just have to keep going for a little longer,’ she encourages me. ‘Our mate is on his way. I can sense it.’ I don’t dare look over my shoulder as I flee. I don’t want to know how close Nico is to catching me. He is faster and stronger than I am. I may have been able to take down Brittany with just my claws, but I won’t be able to take on Nico alone. I trip over a fallen branch and tumble onto the ground. Glancing over my s
Deimos POV Willow jumps right into the action. Balls of flames burst from her hands and they hit the enemies in the chest. The fire engulfs their bodies and immediately turns them into piles of ash. Once the flames ruin their target they fly through the air, back into Willow’s hands. She is miraculous to watch. Ripping off my shirt, I leap into the air. Before my feet hit the ground, Duko has taken control. His paws hit the ground with a thud and a fearsome growl leaves his lips. Several of Nico’s warriors turn and look in my direction. I have never faced a lycan before, but they are much more terrifying than I expected. They look kind of like a wolf standing on two feet, but their limbs are long and gangly. Terrifying claws extend from the end of their human-like hands. Several of them surround Duko, and I have to push back the fear that is building in my chest. A lycan standing before me looks at me, and an awkward smile spreads across his grotesque face. With
Liz POV I watch Deimos for only a moment before I run toward the door that leads to the cells. I promised that I would hide, and I will keep that promise. I tug on the door, and it swings open easily. Rushing down the stairs, I let Majesty guide me through the dark. The dungeon is silent. All of the cells are empty as I rush past them. I make it to the cell at the very end of the dungeons, and I swing the door open. I press all of the bricks on the wall until the back of the cell opens. The secret door opens loudly, scraping against the floor of the dungeon. It causes me to cringe, and I hope that no one hears it. I slip through the door and push it shut behind me. Bracing my hands against the hidden door, I allow myself to breathe loudly. I don’t think anyone will hear me in here. Resting my hand on my stomach, I remind myself why I am hiding. I have to save the next white wolf. The sound of dripping water echoes in the distance, and memories of being trapped down
Deimos POV I am standing on the front porch of the pack house, staring out at a mass of lycan warriors. King Faris Jr is standing at the front, commanding his forces. Ace is standing at my side with his mouth wide open. Ace nudges me on the shoulder, and I tear my eyes away from the army in front of me. “Did you know that they were coming?” He asks. I can only shake my head. When Willow said that Faris Jr was going to take care of the Nico problem, I had no idea that it was going to be this. I walk down the stairs of the porch and stand at Faris Jr’s side. As I approach him, I bare my neck in submission. “What is all this?” I ask Faris Jr. “I am here to help you,” Faris Jr replies with a smile on his face. “This isn’t your fight,” I remind him. “It became my fight when Nico recruited lycans,” Faris Jr growls. “I have to remind my citizens of their place.” “When is Nico coming?” I ask. “That’s the thing,” Faris Jr says hesitantly. “I am not sure if he is brav