When we hang up the phone with Ryder, Devin and I sit there just staring at each other. I grab my phone and send a text message to our head pilot, Joan, to see if anyone is available to take me up to Washington tomorrow or the next day. “What the actual fuck is Selene thinking about putting that much information on a 13 year old?” Dev asks me. “I think that she was trying to give him an explanation. But you’re right. That’s a lot of information for someone that young to deal with,” I say. Just then I get a text back from Joan saying that she can take me up there tomorrow at 9. I hurriedly find Roman’s contact information in my phone and shootoff a message letting him know that I’m coming up there and will need a ride to the cabin where Amelia, Ryder, and Kennedy are staying. Then I send a text to Amelia and Kennedy letting them know that I’m coming up. “Couldn’t she have told him what was going on before his wolf came and caused all the havoc that it has? That poor kid h
I think that the only reason that I slept last night at all is because Arya sucked my soul out of my cock and then rode me like I was a bucking bronco and she was a prize winning rodeo rider. That she-wolf has fucking skills. And her stamina is second to none. But my concerns for Ryder and his mates and the poor kid’s mental health came back the second that I woke up the next morning. I tried to put it out of my head while Arya and I got ready, but this has pissed me the fuck off. Why would Selene put this poor kid through this? Isn’t it enough to know that his brother is going to die and no one else is going to step up so he’s going to have to by the time he’s 16? Why would she then give him the information about who his mates are? Especially with this huge fucking age gap between them? It’s not like he can lean on them and get the comfort of a mate. That’s fucking child abuse! All it’s doing is driving a wedge between the three of them and giving the poor kid a perpetua
It had been one month since I had found out that I was pregnant. I can’t believe how fast the child inside me was growing. Or how evil it was. As a goddess, I am able to feel the baby. Know what it feels. Hear, or rather see, what it is thinking. This child is the embodiment of pure evil. The visions that I receive from it are blood curdling. From it being the offspring of a fallen angel and a goddess, it has taken all of our knowledge and combined it together to plan how it will destroy the world, overthrow heaven, and kill the Christian God. With the power that it gains from that, it will be able to create and destroy universes. And rain its evil sense of justice down on the poor inhabitants of those worlds. I had thought that having me as the mother of this child, it would have some kind of goodness, some light in it. Surely it wouldn’t be able to be all evil if it had a mother that wasn’t evil. But it seems that because I became a goddess due to Lucifer’s powers,
“That’s it, Ryder! Get inside her guard and then jump back. Don’t give her access to your flank!” I yell as I watch the two wolves spar. While Arya was here, I thought it was a good time to work on Ryder fighting in wolf form. He had recently graduated from the obstacle to wolf combat. All pups are trained in self defense starting at age five, but they continue to do biweekly classes to learn how to fight until they hit double digits. Then classes increase one day every year until they have training every day but Mondays. All that to say, Ryder knows how to fight and how to defend himself. Now he has to learn how to incorporate his wolf into the fight. Arya’s wolf is huge, since she is alpha blood and a demi-god to boot. But Ryder’s wolf is only a few inches shorter. It is going to make it a little bit easier for him to learn how to get his wolf to move with someone his size there. Kennedy and I are both good fighters, but we’re smaller than his wolf. Our advantage is s
Arya moves forward to greet her mate. It brings Amelia to my side and I see Ryder watching them, a strange longing quality in his gaze. The act of seeing two mates so happy does something to those in the same pack. We want to share in the happiness. Those that are mated will often touch their mates. Those without mates will often have that same longing look as Ryder has in his eyes right now. Though, that look doesn’t usually show up until a wolf is closer to mating age, typically around 19 or 20. It’s odd to see that look on a 13 year old. When he looks over at Amelia and me and catches my eye, that longing doesn’t go away. If anything, it intensifies. Is it because Amelia has pulled me close to her and is kissing my hair? Before I can think about it too hard, Ryder trots off to the tree where his clothes are so that he can shift and get dressed. He’s kind of followed our lead when it comes to shifting and being naked. I know that he’s used to being around other wolves
It’s been about three weeks since Freya and I became handfasted. It’s weirdly calm and happy with her. Everything with Nyx was so dramatic. I’m not saying that she was, but there was a lot of stuff going on while we were together. Rejections every day. Finding out that I wanted to try to be with her. Looking for the Riding Hoods. And then her kidnapping. Nothing got to be calm. With Freya, yeah we’re in the middle of a war and yeah, our parents had some trouble with it at first, but now everything seems…great. Just easy. I’m not saying that I’m glad that I’m not having this with Nyx. Far from it. I love Freya, but Nyx was made for me. It’s a different kind of love. Like…ok, so I’ve heard humans talk about their first love. How they never truly get over them. That they’ll always have feelings for that person. That’s kind of how I feel about Freya. She’s my first love. Ok, not for real, but go with the metaphor. She’s like my first love would be if I was a human.
“I really don’t like this,” Josefina says, stroking my cheek with her hand and pulling me into her by my waist. “I know, asteráki mu (my little star). Believe me, if we thought there was any other way of doing it, I wouldn’t be going to the Underworld either,” I tell my female mate. Yeah, you heard that right. I’m being sent on a reconnaissance mission to the Underworld. I’m not supposed to go anywhere near the palace or any of the main gods and demons that Lucifer has in charge. More, I’m supposed to do a fly over and see what things are looking like: number of soldiers, how the troops are split, and if things are looking copacetic between the soldiers, the generals, and Lucifer. If I can see Persephone or Nyx, try to get some words with them, but don’t blow my cover just to do that. It’s safe to say that Lucifer is pretty damn pissed at me right now. You know that whole turning traitor and beating the shit out of his army when I came back above ground seems to have pissed
“This is going to be fuckign insane,” I whisper to my parents. We’re seated in the large amphitheater where the gods convene and the archangels have been training. It’s my first time coming here, mostly because this is Valhalla. We are surrounded by all of the healers in the different supernatural races that we are allied with. Fairies, elves, pixies, brownies, selkies, shifters, shaaman, witches, and so many more. Add to that the handful of demi-gods and godlings that are here and there are literally a fuck ton of healers in this space. It was sort of a family reunion for me, my parents, my brothers, and our mates. We haven’t seen each other since Hermes had to go into hiding after betraying Lucier. It’s understandable that my brothers want to be with their mates, but that doesn’t make us miss them any less. And then to see Jacob’s transformation for the first time! He’s still our Jacob, but he’s not at the same time. His features are basically the same, but there are seve