(Tyler's POV)Heading up to my dad’s office, I dreaded the impending troubles and issues I was going to have to deal with. Two of our allied packs now seemed to have some dispute with one another, and they were pressuring us to pick sides. The situation was going to require diplomacy and skill to navigate, qualities my father fortunately possessed in spades.After a painstaking conversation where he dissected my proposed plan, pointing out every conceivable flaw, I conceded and decided to just sit back and watch the master at work. Listening in on the telephone conversations between the Alphas, I had to admit, he had a knack for placating people who didn’t agree with him. He was firm but not argumentative, making his point clear without alienating anyone.Once that disaster was handled, at least for the moment, I went out in search of Kate. It was starting to get dark, and I was eager to spend some time with her in our wolf forms. We hadn’t had much time for it lately. Either she was
(Katelyn's POV) Standing there, wrapped in the ever-deepening shadows of the forest, my mind struggled to process everything. Tyler's words seemed distant and unreal, like a half-remembered dream.It didn’t make sense, not really. Could my markings really have changed so drastically without me even knowing?But if it was true, and in honesty, I had no reason to doubt him, I suppose I could understand why he might have attacked me.It didn't make me feel much better, though. The memory of his jaws around my neck, the sharp pain and the terrifying helplessness lingered like a ghost on the edge of my consciousness.We stood there quietly, watching one another apprehensively. The air between us was thick with unsaid words and a shared, uneasy understanding.His expression softened, but I could still see concern etched deeply in his eyes.“Shane said you can use the classroom anytime,” Tyler said gently, breaking the silence. “You can go through the books there and see if there’s any inf
The forest was a blur around me as I sprinted through the undergrowth, branches whipping at my face and tearing at my clothes. My heart thundered in my chest, each beat pounding in my ears as adrenaline coursed through my veins.Behind me, I could hear the relentless pursuit of the huge black wolf. Its footsteps were silent, but its deep growls resonated through me, low and menacing and reaching me on a primal level. I KNEW I should be afraid. I KNEW I had to run.The wolf’s jaws snapped dangerously close to my heels, its breath hot against my skin. I pushed myself harder, every muscle in my body screaming in protest as I forced myself to keep going.'It’s just a dream,' I kept telling myself over and over, a desperate mantra that I clung to in the face of my terror. But even as the words circled around and around in my mind, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.I tried to shift, to transform into my wolf form and gain the speed and agility that might save me, but nothing happened and I r
The house was now silent, save for the dull thud of my own heartbeat echoing in my ears. I leaned back against the door, the chill of the wood seeping through my shirt and causing me to shiver while I caught my breath.Ryder sat beside me, his eyes boring into mine as he waited for answers I didn’t have.“It was a wolf,” I said vaguely, not really certain what else to say.“Obviously, it was a wolf,” Ryder replied incredulously, a mixture of disbelief and impatience etched across his face. “I saw it before I closed the door. But who was it? Why was it chasing you?” he demanded, wanting to understand.“I... I don’t know,” I hesitated, shaking my head.My mind was a storm of confusion and unanswered questions. None of it made any sense, but then, dreams often didn’t.Still, there was a gnawing feeling in my gut, a suspicion that tugged at me relentlessly. Was the fearsome creature some kind of twisted representation of my own wolf? Or was it something else entirely? Tyler had said my wo
Morning light streamed through a crack in the blinds, basically blinding me into wakefulness. I was instantly irritated.I groaned as I rolled over, but it was too late, I was awake now. The dream about the black wolf and Ryder meandered its way back to the front of my mind, which didn't do anything to improve my mood. The wolf had been terrifying and I missed Ryder more than ever.With a frustrated sigh, I rolled over again, facing toward Tyler now. He lay there so peacefully, his face relaxed and his handsome features only enhanced by the shadows of the morning light.I loved him so much it hurt sometimes.He shifted slightly, reaching his arm out in search of me. A sleepy smile found its way to his lips when he found me and he shuffled closer, wrapping his arm around my waist and resting his hand on my butt.With his eyes still closed, a sigh of contentment escaped his lips, his feelings mirroring my own.I pressed my hand to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath
"Uh... Do you need anything?" he offered apprehensively as waves of nausea rolled through me.I groaned. "Uh-uh," I managed to murmur from the bathroom, shaking my head, even though he couldn't see me from where he was.When I was certain there was nothing left in my stomach, I freshened up and headed listlessly back to his room.He'd already made the bed and was getting dressed, so I guessed our day was beginning."Are you okay?" he asked, noticing my presence and looking over at me with concern.I nodded, but in truth, I still felt incredibly nauseous."Was it the vision?" he asked, coming toward me now as I hovered near the bed on unsteady legs.Once again, I nodded in confirmation. "Both of the wolves ran through me," I explained, feeling goosebumps spreading down my arms as another wave of nausea coursed through me. "And... and I had a bad dream about a black wolf last night too, so seeing one in the vision now didn't help," I went on to admit with a shake of my head, trying to pu
"Not much," I replied with a frown.Tyler hovered over the books. One was an ancient leather-bound volume, its pages yellowed with age and filled with hand-drawn illustrations. The text either appeared to be printed somehow, or handwritten by someone with more patience and consistency than I could ever hope to possess. It was titled A History of Lycanthropy, and it detailed some notable packs, wars and werewolf related incidents of the past.The other book also had a leather cover, but it was much thinner and seemed to be completely different in nature to the first. From what I could tell, it was a personal journal belonging to the Alpha of The Ironwood Pack from many years ago. I wondered where they were from and whether an Ironwood Pack even continued to exist today. If they did, I had never heard of them.Tyler leaned over the thicker book first, reading the excerpt I had marked with a Post-it note out loud:The Elysian LineStatus: ExtinctDuration: Indeterminate - 1700sOrigins:
The drive home was quiet aside from Tyler's adamance that we talk to his father as soon as possible... as in, the second we got home. He seemed really concerned and I could feel the underlying tension radiating off of him as he stared ahead, frowning the whole way home.The thought filled me with trepidation. I agreed that we should tell Alpha David, but being in agreement with the idea hadn't suddenly filled me with the words I would need to articulate the issue to him.I mean, what was I going to say exactly? 'Hey Alpha David, I see weird things, but don't worry, I'm not crazy'?I frowned as I tried to think of a softer way to deliver the news and desperately hoped that a demonstration wouldn’t be necessary.As we walked into the house my anxiety only grew. We didn't even head to our rooms first. Tyler just dropped his bag in the entryway, then took me by the hand and led me upstairs in search of Alpha David. My heart raced with each step and my stomach twisted itself in knots.When
I adjusted my grip on the tiny, squirming bundle in my arms and smiled as a chorus of laughter echoed through the Valentine house."Could you hold her for a sec?" I asked Ryder, shifting Ava into a more comfortable position. "I forgot my phone downstairs.""Absolutely," he replied, his face lighting up as he took her from me.I had to admit, Ryder had surprised me. I’d always known Tyler would step up to fatherhood like it was his destiny, but Ryder… I thought he might need a little more coaxing along the way.To my relief, and, I'll be honest, surprise, that hadn’t been the case at all.Ryder had embraced fatherhood like a natural. Late-night feeds? He was right there with me. Diapers? No problem. Making sure I ate? He was relentless. And the way he loved our daughter, with every fiber of his being... God, it melted my heart daily.Tyler, on the other hand, was exactly the dad I’d known he’d be. He was steady, dependable, and endlessly patient. Where Ryder brought the energy and fun,
(Katelyn's POV)I nodded slowly, processing it all as I tried to picture it in my mind's eye."Oh! And get this!" Ryder piped up with an excited grin. "Michael, the guy you wrapped around the pillar? He's Simon's cousin!""What?! How do you know that?" I asked, confused.Tyler replied this time, "Well, when we were leaving, we bumped into Simon in one of those long, winding corridors. He started going off at us asking where we were going and if we had permission to leave, blah blah blah... But Helen shut him down. She told him that the decision had been made and instead of giving us a hard time he should probably go and check on his cousin because the last time she saw him, he didn't look so good.""You should have seen his face," Ryder smirked, chuckling to himself. "He just stood there for a moment, still blocking our path, but then I think something clicked in his head. He probably saw that we were all covered in blood and shit and realized that something was wrong and he practicall
(Katelyn's POV)The first thing I registered was the sound of hushed voices and the faint smell of lavender.My eyelids felt like they’d been superglued shut, but after what felt like an Olympic-level effort, I finally managed to pry them open.My vision swam, the room around me looking like a watercolor painting that someone had left out in the rain.Where was I? WHO was I? It felt like I had been asleep for a hundred years.I blinked repeatedly, willing my vision to focus, but when it finally did, nothing seemed familiar.It was dark, from what I could tell, and the only light was coming from a lamp somewhere on the other side of the room.I shifted onto my elbow, trying to sit up, but I instantly regretted it. Pain throbbed in my skull, my head spinning like I’d spent hours on some rotating carnival ride. A groan escaped me, and the low murmurs nearby stopped immediately.“Kate?” A voice cut through the haze... Familiar, warm, desperate.My gaze darted toward the sound, and there t
(Katelyn's POV)She was furious, but not with me. I could feel her... like a storm raging inside me, raw and untamed. I waited in the quiet shelter of my own mind, nothing more than an observer as I watched her wrath unfold. It was like witnessing a hurricane from the safety of a bunker, awe and terror warring inside me."We... We didn't know!" the iron-haired woman’s voice quivered, her arms raised defensively, as if they could shield her from the Goddess's divine fury."You didn't know?! You didn't know that you were exploiting them? Or you didn't know that I would care?" the Moon Goddes spoke through my lips, her words flowing like liquid thunder."I... We..." the woman stammered, her eyes darting around desperately, searching for someone, ANYONE, to come to her rescue. But no one did. No one dared to move. They were all frozen like statues in the face of the storm."You will—" the words spilled from my mouth, but I somehow managed to cut them off abruptly when I heard Tyler's angu
(Tyler's POV)"I don't know what to do," Kate whispered, her voice filled with helplessness as she looked up at me while I struggled against the attendants who held me in place."Let him go," she ordered, authority resonating through her voice in a way I'd never heard before.When they hesitated, she glanced toward the man she'd just sent flying through the air like a puppet as some kind of silent warning of her power.That seemed like enough for them to release me.The second I was free, I fell down beside her, desperate to stop the blood that was pouring from Ryder's neck. It was coming out so fast it was clear that they must have gotten an artery, the blood pulsating out of the wound in steady throbs."What do we do?" she whispered, looking to me for answers I didn't have.I reached out, holding my hand over hers in some futile attempt to stop the bleeding, but it was like trying to hold back a flood with a fucking paper towel.His neck was a mangled wreck. The flesh was torn open t
(Katelyn's POV)Tyler’s hand trembled as he held it in place over mine, trying desperately to stop the blood that continued to pulse out, albeit at a much slower pace now.His voice was a whisper and it wavered with desperation. "You’re going to be okay, Ryder. You hear me? Just hang on. Just—" he broke off, choking back a sob as his other hand found its way to Ryder’s blood-matted fur as he rubbed him affectionately.He looked at me, his face pale and his eyes swimming with tears that he tried uselessly to blink away.“Kate...” His voice cracked, barely audible above the rapid, shallow breaths of his brother. “The bleeding... it’s too much. He’s not healing fast enough.”His words struck me like a dagger to the chest. I'd thought it, but hearing him say it out loud made it real.“What are you saying?!” I cried, my voice raw and broken as I gripped Ryder’s limp paw, shaking it in hopes of some kind of reaction. My vision blurred as I let the tears spill down my cheeks. “Is he going to
(Katelyn's POV)Through a blur of tears, I found myself face to face with the broad-shouldered Elder, Michael."You're an abomination!" he snarled, his hands gripping my arms with a ferocity that promised bruises. "You're a curse! A witch! A temptress! Do you know how my family has suffered because of you?!" he spat as he shook me violently, his eyes filled with absolute rage."But... I..." I stammered, trying to form words into sentences, but my brain couldn't do it.All I could do was stare at him, still reeling from the fact that one second I had been kneeling beside Ryder, trying to help him, and the next, I was being violently shaken by a man who seemed to have gone full psycho."Katelyn?!" Tyler called out, realizing I was no longer at his side.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him struggling against about three or four attendants who tried to hold him back.Suddenly, pain shot through my cheek and the world around me fell into a darkness that seemed to ebb and flow like the t
(Katelyn's POV)For a moment, the entire room froze and my ears rang with the word exterminated."We're leaving," Tyler said, his voice low as he snatched me by the wrist and tugged me toward the door.The attendants remained though, none of them making any move to unblock our path. Instead, they all looked toward the iron-haired woman as if waiting for her to give them some instruction."Move," Tyler demanded sharply as Ryder appeared on my other side."We aren't finished here," the iron-haired woman called out as three more attendants appeared to block our exit."She wants to leave," Ryder replied, his voice filled with venom as he turned to address her."We aren't finished," she repeated, her voice cold and sharp as steel."I thought you said this was a hearing," I shot back, glaring at her. "Was there some line in the invitation about being held against my will? Because if there was, I must’ve missed that part," I spat, trying to hide my growing fear with sarcasm.The room fell si
(Katelyn's POV)The iron-haired woman watched me, her grip on her notes tightening once more. Her restraint was evident as she took a deep breath before finally replying. “You have already been told, Miss Grey, that this meeting is for us to ascertain—”I cut her off, my own patience now unraveling fast. “God, you can’t even give me a straight answer! What are the potential outcomes here?!” I demanded. "Even criminals on trial know what potential penalties they'll be facing! Why can't I be afforded the same courtesy?! Are you going to impose some kind of limitations on me and my abilities? Or do you plan to lock me in a prison cell? Or maybe a tower in the middle of nowhere? Are you going to kill me? Seriously, what options are on the table here?!" I pressed, annoyed by how fucking evasive she was being.It felt like they had already made up their minds here. While a few of them did seem to be on my side, it's clear that many of them were not. And those who sat on the fence would likel