JohnathanMara isn’t at the pool. I follow her scent to a shrub on the edge of my property. There’s a low fence to stop anyone from falling over the cliff, and she managed to roll up against it where she fell asleep in the shade.Thank fuck I had the forethought to put the fence up when Greg started walking, or she’d be at the bottom of that cliff now. I kneel next to her and take in her appearance. She’s healing slower than most humans I know. The last bruises Lucas left on her skin are still dark blue and purple. If anything, the bruises are much worse today than they were yesterday. There’s a particularly bad one on her forehead, and greenish-blue one on her jaw.She's just bruises on top of bruises. I can’t even begin to imagine what her body must look like. She keeps hiding herself, even in the stifling heat, by wearing long sleeves. Last night, she pulled the sheet all the way up to her neck so I couldn't see her arms and legs.Today, she’s dressed in a hoodie and jeans. Sweat
MaraI come to as Johnathan lays me down on the bed and disappears into the bathroom. A few seconds later, I hear the splash of water as he opens the taps and starts to fill up the tub.He comes striding back into my room, wiping his wet hands on his tan coloured shorts. His jaw is set, dark eyes already flashing a warning. “Take that fucking thing off,” he says.I have nothing on underneath the hoodie except for my bra. I thought if I added another layer it would be too much to handle in this heat. Now I know why everyone here dresses in shorts and t-shirts or the skimpy dresses. It's so hot here that I expect to see fried birds falling from the sky."Mara," he says in a low, dangerous tone. "Take that ridiculous hoodie off right now."I don’t want Johnathan to see me in the my underwear. I don't want anyone to see me naked for that matter.Wolves aren’t usually bashful about nudity. We’re used to shifting in packs and getting naked in front of each other, but it’s been so long sinc
Mara“I feel fine,” I say.I don’t really. The buzzing inside my skull is getting worse, the world blinks in and out of existence, and for whatever reason, I’m terrified.The fear is the worst of it. I’ve never been so scared in my life. It’s as if the grim reaper is standing next to me, squeezing my heart.And I can’t breathe.I sag to the floor, still keeping my breasts covered. Johnathan kneels in front of me and almost roughly forces my hand away from my chest. “Stop fighting me,” he orders. Still frowning, he places two fingers on my pulse. “Your heartbeat is weak,” he says. “I can barely feel it.”This has happened to me before. The first time, Lucas sent for a healer, the second time he told me to stop being so fucking dramatic. “My blood pressure,” I say through little gasps of air. "Sometimes it drops."“What blood pressure?" Johnathan asks with a smirk. "It’s not there.”I’m vaguely aware of the Alpha turning his head in the direction of the door and calling out, “We’re in
JohnathanI have seen some gruesome shit in my day, but nothing shocked me as much as seeing the many healed and healing scars that criss-crossed Mara’s back.Two years. He did all of that in just two years. Beating her must have been a daily ritual. Something he did to pass the time or amuse himself.I’ve seen worse than that on other wolves, but seeing Mara’s injuries angers me more, and I want to rip Lucas’s intestines out through his mouth.It explains a lot. As I walk to Gregory’s room, I quietly curse myself for being so irritated with Mara and impatient with her for being so meek. I didn’t know the extent of her mistreatment. I did not think it was possible for a little Omega to take that much abuse and live to talk about it.It says something about her will to live. Her true strength.Greg comes sailing around the corner, holding a toy plane in the air and making whooshing noises. “Daddy!” he screams and leaps into my arms.“Hey, big fella,” I say and ruffle his hair. “Did yo
JohnathanI spend the rest of the day sitting outside Greg’s room, listening to him as he throws an epic tantrum. It hurts my heart, but I force myself to stay where I am. Giving it to him will send the wrong message.I can hear the crashing of toys and furniture, but I don’t go in until he quiets down. I find his room in ruins. Broken toys and furniture strewn all over the place. My exhausted boy is lying of the mess where he cleared a little space for himself, fast asleep.He pulled all the linens off his bed, and shoved the heavy mattress almost halfway off the frame. I rearrange his bed, pick him up and gently lay him down, making sure that the aircon is blowing directly on him.He’s covered in sweat, and his cheeks are bright red.People sometimes think Alpha boys are just regular children. They’re not. They’re stronger than children twice their age, smarter than most adults, and stubborn as all get out. They can take a punch that will knock a grown human male flat on his ass.We
MaraI wake in a flat panic. Sweat drips from my body and my heart pounds painfully against my ribs as air races past my lips.I had a nightmare. Lucas chased me through the woods back at Red Ridge, swinging his ‘special belt’ over his head like a lasso. "I have you now, Mara," he taunted me in a voice that sounded a lot like Johnathan's. "You broke my rules. You have to be corrected."*Calm yourself,* a voice in my head says. *You are safe now.*It’s a new voice. One I heard it earlier today for the first time, when Johnathan checked on me. The voice told me that the Alpha won’t hurt me, that I can trust him.I believed to that voice, trusted it. She sounded like my mother, and I thought it was just me, having a little conversation with myself, but now I’m not so sure.The voice feels much realer this time.Wiping sleep from my eyes, I sit up in bed and look around the dark room, my eyes fixing on the silhouette in the window.Johnathan is sitting sideways on the windowsill, one leg p
JohnathanThere’s a storm brewing inside me. It’s like a hurricane slowly building over time. Growing bigger, stronger, deadlier. It scares me sometimes, the sheer magnitude of it. I'm afraid of what will happen when I finally break open and start to rain blood on everyone.I’ve never told anyone about my past. My past, like everyone else’s in Haven’s Crest, is off-limits. It’s too painful. Humiliating. Especially for an Alpha.Keeping our pasts where they belong is one of the reasons everyone feels so welcome in Haven's Crest. It's a place where they can start over, where they can leave their demons behind.I wouldn’t have told Mara anything at all, but the gods are talking to her. That has to mean something. If nothing else, it means she didn’t come to Haven’s Crest because of me. She came here because she is supposed to be here.I will tell her only what is important. The things she needs to know to believe. I'll tell her about Minos and what he showed me. Maybe the part about ho
MaraI stare up at the crumbling, multi-storey building that sprawls across the valley. It's huge, maybe twice the size of the mansion, but nature is already starting to take back what belongs to her. Grass grows neck high around the exterior, and trees are start to sproud on the caved in roof. “This was my father’s pack house,” Johnathan says.It’s late. The night is quiet. The town is far behind us. From here, all I can still see are the lights twinkling atop the mountain like fireflies.“Most of the pack lived here," he goes on. "Some lived in Haven’s Crest. It was called Misty Mountain back then.”My head is swimming. Johnathan didn’t speak much on his way here, but I could feel his nervousness growing as we walked down the mountain and into the valley.The road here is paved and kept in good condition, but about five hundred metres back, there’s a fence with a high gate, and warning to trespassers that they'll meet with an unpleasant fate if they're caught here.“How do you know
MaraI stumble through the mansion, barely seeing anything around me. I have no idea where I'm going or what I'll do when I get there. I just know that I can't stop now. I can't think about what we've done. If I do, I'll never be able to get back up.As soon as the crew cleared out, I killed Finnian. The only ones I would allow to stay were Johnathan and Kahn. I love them. I trust them. It was worse this time because I knew his name. He wasn't just a threat I needed to get rid of. He was a person to me, and he wasn't our enemy. Not really. He didn’t hate us. He had no problem with us. He just wanted to save his child.Shortly afterwards, Oberon showed up and wanted to take my pain away, but I refused. I can’t keep hiding from it. Easing my suffering makes it too easy. Everytime he does that, I feel a little less, and I am sure if he keeps doing it, I will become cold and indifferent. I can’t allow that to happen.At long last, I I turn right into an unkown room, and end up in one of
MaraThey enclosed the brain thing in a glass container that reminds me a lot of an upside down bowl. It’s to contain the toxic gas it’s giving off, but I think it’s harming him. He looks sick. Greyish-white, the pulsating slow and uneven, like he’s gasping for air.He’s well away from the rest of the town, hidden in a vast cave that's not too high up. “We can’t film him like this,” I say and give Johnathan a pleading look. “They will call us cruel.”My mate nods. “Agreed. Everyone stand back. I don't know what that gas will do to you. I’ll release him.”The film crew that came with us disappear from the cave, but Kahn doesn’t budge. The vampire’s eyes are filled with sorrow. “You know… at least we have the decency to treat our blood bags well.”“Yes,” I answer without missing a beat, “but the problem is that you think of them as blood bags, not as humans with feelings.”“We acknowledge their feelings,” Kahn says in a huff, “which is why we don’t lock them up in cages.”“Don’t argue,
JohnathanMara is sitting in her favourite spot on the windowsill, staring out over the wilderness. The storm clouds are gathering again, and I expect another good downpour as soon as tonight.She is upset. Six of the wolves didn’t make it. Even with her present in the temple, and with Oberon’s shield, they still burst into flames immediately.But she is not upset because they died. It’s the way they died that bothers her the most. “Are you okay?” I ask as I adjust the towel around my waist, and run my hand through my wet hair.“They died terribly.”“Probably for a good reason, Mara,” I say. Not that I disagree with her. Watching someone burn to death is horrendous. “We couldn’t trust those wolves. The Goddess allowed everyone else to turn.”She sighs, a heartbreaking sound that tears me to pieces. “I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it though.”“No, it doesn’t. There’s something else we need to talk about.” And she’s not going to be happy. Not at all. I’m not happy about it ei
JohnathanI catch Mara and Donovan just as they leave the forest. They are surrounded by dozens of wolves - the ones I’m starting to think of as the originals - who went to visit with their children.“How did it go?” I ask.As soon as I ask the question, my mate’s eyes are filled with tears. “I almost couldn't say goodby to him. I didn't want to let him go.""I'm sorry, baby," I say gently. "I know it's not ideal.""He asked about you.”A heavy weight of guilt settles where my heart is supposed to be. “What did you tell him?”She pulls one shoulder up her ear. “I told him that you are working very hard to keep the pack safe, but that you will go see him soon.”I feel my own tears trying to push their way up my throat. I swear, I hadn’t been this emotional and teary since I was a child. “He was okay with that?”“Yes, because his daddy is his hero. He is very proud of you, Johnathan.”The love that wells up in my chest is overwhelming, but so is the sorrow and longing to see my child. “
JohnathanI sit with Rose and try to follow her disjointed report. She is speaking for all the Lunae and the whole bunch of them are babbling at once.It takes them a while to settle down and allow Rose to translate.As far as I can tell, each of them explored a different part of Red Ridge, and they are not telling me anything I don’t already know. Experiments, pain, suffering, families torn apart, unbelievable, unbeatable soldiers. Everything Mara already saw in her vision.It was an absolute waste of time and resources to send the Lunae to Red Ridge, but at least I now know that Mara’s visions are scary accurate.Which does not bode at all well for our future.“Last I go see Douglas. He feel Lunae presence,” Rose says.My stomach goes a little cold. “What was he doing?”“I no know. He sent me away. Say we need run. Hide. He no help.”I slowly nod. “Where was he?”“In big white room. Lots of glass… what you call those things?”“Test tubes?”Rose shrug. “Machines I no understand. Bloo
MaraFor once, it’s not raining. The sun shines brightly in the clear, blue sky and birds chirp merrily in the trees.Johnathan is still asleep, wrapped around me like a blanket. I slide out from under him, grab his t-shirt and walk over to the window, throwing it wide open and inhaling the clean, crisp air.The sun might be out, the clouds might be gone, but it’s fucking freezing cold. I feel like it should be snowing, not raining.Running on my tiptoes, I head back to bed and crawl under my mates warm arms. It’s just cozy enough so I won’t freeze to death, but not so hot that I’ll dehydrate.“Morning,” Johnathan says without opening his eyes.I jerk at the sudden sound of his voice. There was no indication that he was waking up. His breathing didn’t change, his heartbeat didn’t speed up - nothing. “I think it’s closer to afternoon,” I reply.“It might be,” he says and finally turns his head to look at me.His eyes are clear and wide awake, but he’s deeply troubled. I can tell that
MaraI pull Johnathan into the shower with me. He follows me inside without any complaint, even allowing me to help him wash. It’s awkward and difficult—he’s so tall that I can’t reach everywhere, but he still lets me do it.I don’t know what his plans are anymore. I don’t know if he changed his mind at all, but I saw him fight for us. I saw him stand up to Thrax, brilliantly weaving a strategy I would never even have considered.I am not sure if he was just acting in the moment, and if still wants to abandon the pack, us, and go his own way. And I will not ask him. Not tonight anyway. He’s carrying a veil of sorrow around that’s so thick I can feel it, and I refuse to let it consume him.He needs to know, has to understand, that I am here for him and that he isn’t the one who always has to keep me standing. He has to know that it goes both ways.Johnathan grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look at him as he shields me from the water with his body. Then he a
JohnathanStaring at Thrax’s disembodied head is quite disconcerting. I hold him up by his hair, looking into his slack-jawed face. His mouth is open in a silent scream, and his eyes keep blinking at me. “How do we keep this thing alive without blood?” I ask Kahn.“A vampire as old as him can go several months, if not years, without blood. He will be fine.”Donovan holds a canvas bag out to me, and I drop the head into it, rubbing my bloody hands on my jeans. Not that it helps much, but it makes me feel better.That was absolutely revolting, and probably one of the worst things I have ever done in my life. “Do not beat yourself up, Warlord,” Oberon tries to comfort me. “He deserved it.”Maybe he did. But it still feels so, so wrong. The floor is slick with blood, we’re all covered in it, and my office smells like death. “I need a shower.” And about twenty bottles of rotgut whiskey to forget this night. I'll take the cheap moonshine the rogues used to distill - it's a hundred perce
JohnathanI wish I could say that drinking Kahn’s blood was one of the more disgusting things I’ve ever done in my life, but that would be a lie. I have had far worse things in my mouth than a little vampire blood over the years.And it did work. Not only did it sober me up, I am wide away, and I feel stronger than usual. No wonder the vampires don't share their blood.When Thrax showed up, Kahn whispered four little words in my ear. “Careful. Don't trust him.”While Thrax went on and on and on, I managed to put up a wall, blocking him, and I could contact Preston, who went straight to work - he found Oberon, he rallied the troops.I am still not sure if I changed my mind about our future. But what I have to worry about now is this new threat. There will be no future if Thrax kills us all. Or worse, hands us over to the humans. I knew the vampires, especially Thrax’s younger children, wouldn’t be able to resist the nymphs. Much like Lycan blood, theirs is considered to be a rare deli