Wyatt ‘Oh, there she is,’ an older woman’s voice filtered through my mind. ‘Safe and sound but a little pissed off. Tell me Mother Moon, was it him?’ the old woman asked. ‘Wh-who are you?’ Bri’s voice echoed back. The strain of her emotions evident even in this, what was it? Mind space? ‘Never mind about me, I’m not important yet., just checking in, you dropped off my radar. No matter, you’re right where you need to be missy. Took you long enough too. Don’t worry too much about your Alpha, they all get their panties in a bunch when, well some things are better left to be discovered. In the meantime, you two play nice, maybe start over, that was foul play Alpha,’ Was this really happening? "Yes it is Alpha, but you better get back and be ready to catch her. Emotional instinct magic is draining and she's still recovering from her first ascension.’ With that, the woods faded away and my senses returned to the swamp. The second my mind reconnected with my body I my arm went aroun
Beau “Shit!” I tried to warn Wyatt back as the vortex of wind whipped around Bri but he didn’t listen. I watched them as they seemed to freeze in time, stuck in the eyes of the tempest that was Brianna. I watched as my Alpha gingerly leaned in whispering words I couldn’t hear. Watching her respond to him from afar was mind-blowing. The man I knew showed no interest in women, I didn't think he knew how. Sure, over the years he got his cock wet a few times between here and there and there and here, but it was never anything more than a release. This one he was zeroed in on. The softness of his touches, the consideration of his support for her. Why she seemed to have forgiven him so easily I didn't know, but something had happened or was happening between them. “What was that?” I asked as I held open the door and he helped her inside. "I'm sorry I’ve never lost control like that before.” Her haggard voice provided. “Thank the goddess that didn't happen in New Orleans,” she mumbled,
“You saw her? I heard you, she talked to you.” She interrogated looking at Wyatt. “Yes,” he admitted to her. “What's going on?” I interjected. “One moment he's an Alpha-hole and you're a damn torrent of wind and the next. I don't know what I just witnessed.” They both looked at me and then each other.It was Brianna who spoke, “Sometimes in order to control things, I go within myself. Usually, I see a girl's memories. They are very soothing, calm moments from a girl I’ve never met. She's still quite young. Nothing like today has ever happened, she’s never interacted, this was different. I don't know who that was, but she felt like me, like the girl feels when I see her. Like she's kin to me or something.” Brianna tried to explain “Who, who was,” I was utterly lost and confused.Wyatt responded this time. “Somehow when I gripped her shoulder I could see what she saw through the other person’s eyes. An older woman on a porch looking at a forest, She claimed to be checking in, and sai
Beau“Mates?” she asked. “My mother and father were fated mates, sounds a lot like what you say the witches had in the beginning. They were the first fated mates to our pack in 50 years. Wyatt’s parents were a chosen couple, as wolves, when those kinds of bonds are made in love, losing the other half is a death sentence. Even though his mom was never made a wolf she passed from a broken heart,” I admitted. “Where are their mothers?” I shook my head and sighed. “They couldn’t hack red werewolf kids. We had a 4, 2, and 6-month-old at 15 and 17. Wyatt gave up everything and even made me finish school while he battled the courts to get the boys for us legally. Not to mention dealing with the Beast he inherited without any guidance.” She let a tear fall. “So they have been yours since then and nobody else has helped you?” She asked. “Yes,” I answered simply. She got very quiet before she spoke again. “All I ever wanted when I was little was for my mother to want or approve of me. She
WyattI stalked across the island over to the boy's stilt cabin. It was bigger, and a little more homey, than ours with Beau’s mother’s touches. My mom had been more of a plain Jane kind of human woman, quick to bite when you did wrong and her praise wasn’t easy to win. All the same, I missed her just as much as I missed Beau’s mom. Even her haphazard dinners and lack of putting any effort into the finer parts of life, she was simple and practical, gave no shits , yet was easygoing all at the same time. ‘Pick your battles wisely Wyatt, or the world will eat you alive," she once told me. I wish I had remembered that 45 minutes ago. My mom wasn’t a Luna, being a ‘Rougarou’s Luna,’ meant the Rougarou found and chose his goddess-chosen match without knowing if the bond was there or not. The only way to find out for sure was to do the mate rite under the full moon when The Beast was most forward. We often found ourselves paired with chosen human mates, but changing them was possible and
Wyatt“She is some kind of very powerful witch. For now, she stays until it is safe for her to leave or until we decide differently.” Something ticked hard in my chest as I let the words out. “That being said, I expect you to watch your manners, women require treading a bit more carefully around than you are used to with each other. Be respectful, and do not ask too many questions. It's okay to talk to her, but she's been through a lot, get to know her, not where she came from.” I advised. The younger two scrunched up their faces and Bastain narrowed his eyes at me. “Let's just say I already had to apologize myself for digging in too deeply to her past and it's not something I want you boys having to think too hard about. Not everyone, even people in pretty houses, with maids and cooks have happy pasts. Stick to what she openly wants to tell you. Poking your nose where it doesn't belong is rude and I don’t think you’ll like her response.” They all looked at each other nervously. “W
Beau“Is there anything I can help with?” She asked. “Oh,” I said, leaving Wyatt to his wandering thoughts of the strange encounters of the Brianna kind. “I washed the clothes you had on the other night, they’re out back on the line but probably won’t be dry for an hour or two so I’ll show you the shower in a bit, I'm sure you want to wash up,” I let her know.“Thank you,” she said, with a look of relief, “that would be great.” “So this is him? The gator?” she asked, gesturing toward the meat before gingerly touching her head as if just realizing how close to death she had come. She winced making Wyatt’s eyes narrow, mother hen indeed. “You alright?” he asked, moving closer to her and peering down from his height to where she was testing her scalp. “Mon Sha, let me see,” he said softly. There it was again, the endearing distinction coming out of nowhere. As her hand fell away from her heavy mass of hair, messily piled on top of her head he slid one hand up the opposite side of h
WyattBeau didn’t get it and he wouldn’t unless I elaborated and that wasn’t going to happen, words couldn’t describe what encompassed the allure I felt for this woman. So it was all right by me that he remained in the dark for the time being. I wasn’t saying shit. I finished seasoning the meat we would smoke and the strips we would turn into jerky and washed my hands as Beau stacked them up. We each took a pile covering the top with an empty sheet to keep the flys off. Bri came around the corner at that moment, her caramel hair brushed, fluffy waves framing the soft curves and angles of her face and the long length of it hanging down to the small of her back, perfect for wrapping around my fist and,___ Moon above I needed to get my head somewhere else.“I’ll clean up in here for you,” she said propping her hip against the counter and leaning into it, she flipped a tress back, exposing the milky pale shoulder that the neck of my shirt fell off of, and the all too pronounced collar b