I was playing a puzzle game on my phone when I heard Ryder's car, then saw it approaching over a hill just down the street. When he stopped the car, I rushed over to the passenger side and pulled the door open."Need help getting in?" he asked, knowing that it was a climb for me, but I shook my head and pulled myself in eagerly, closing the door behind me.Before he could complain or scold me for not answering my messages, I leaned over and kissed him. "I'm sorry I didn't see your messages," I apologized, trying to beat him to the punch."It's okay," he assured me. "I was just worried. Seems a little stupid in hindsight... It's not like hours and hours had gone by," he scolded himself, feeling a little embarrassed now for what he probably deemed was an overreaction."No, we had plans. I should have been more aware of the time," I apologized again. It felt reassuring, knowing that he cared enough about me to be worried."Anything specific you wanna do then?" he asked as he pulled off.I
Ryder scoffed and rolled his eyes, but made no objections as I stretched out like a cat, my socked feet resting in his lap.We watched in silence a little longer when my curiosity finally got the best of me. "Do you believe in stuff like this?" I asked with genuine curiosity as I gestured with a nod toward the TV."What? You mean ghosts?" he asked, seemingly a little surprised by the question.I nodded. "Well, yeah. Like ghosts and paranormal stuff," I clarified, interested to hear his answer."Well, I mean, I believe in werewolves," he joked, eliciting an exasperated eye roll from me, but then he went on more seriously. "I'm not sure. I've never experienced anything that's convinced me, but I'm not against the possibility of it being real. Maybe I'm just waiting for proof. What about—"He was cut off by the harsh buzzing sound of his phone vibrating on the wooden coffee table in front of us. Watching him reach out for it and pick it up, I could clearly see the word, 'MOM' blazing acro
"Do you think you'd ever reconsider?" I asked with a thoughtful expression. "I mean, do you think you might change your mind and wake up one day thinking, 'Shit, I feel this big hole in my life because I didn't fulfill the task I was made for'?" I clarified, my gaze set on him with curiosity."That sounds like an issue for future Ryder. Right now, I'm happy with my decision," he stated firmly, his conviction unwavering. "I'm not the leader. I'm not the role model. I'm a fucking write-off and I would never deserve the title of Alpha anyway. Tyler was made for it, and I'm okay with that," he finished, seeming to resign himself to these self-proclaimed facts."You aren't a write-off," I asserted with a scoff, giving him a stern look.He shrugged, uninterested in arguing the point.I shook my head and sighed, seeing that he was shutting down and becoming apathetic. Deciding not to push him any further, I leaned in closer to him, resting my head against his shoulder in a gesture of support.
Unfortunately for me, I wasn't so lucky. After waking up and changing into my pajamas, I struggled to get back to sleep. Then, when I finally did manage to fall asleep, I kept getting that weird falling feeling that jolted me awake at least three times. Needless to say, it had been a miserable night for me, which was only exacerbated by the fact that I'd barely slept the night before too.I opened one groggy eye as I heard my bedroom door creak open. With gentle footsteps, Aunt Mara tiptoed into my dark room, halting at the treadmill before retreating back out the door and closing it behind her quietly. I wondered what that had been all about, but figured it couldn't be anything all that sinister if it involved Aunt Mara.With a groan, I swung one lazy leg out of bed, then the other, using the momentum to pull myself into a sitting position. I sat in silent stillness for a moment, hunched over and listening to Aunt Mara's footsteps in the kitchen. She was likely making her morning coff
The world around me went dark and I slipped out of consciousness, a welcome escape from my reality and the pain that seemed to radiate from my right forearm.I wasn't sure whether I'd been asleep for hours or days when the muffled sound of an argument seemed to pull me back toward wakefulness. I opened my groggy eyes, looking around for the source of the conflict.It was immediately clear that I was in the hospital. The sterile, white room, that lingering smell of cleaning products and disinfectant, and the sound of distant beeping machines gave it away instantly. Aunt Mara was sitting beside me on an uncomfortable-looking chair, reading a book with great focus.My head was throbbing and I wanted to reach up to touch it, but the attempt caused a jolt of pain in my arm and I groaned. The memory of the bloody bone sticking through my pale skin made me feel sick all over again, but Aunt Mara's gasp served as a welcome distraction."You're awake!" she exclaimed, scooting closer to me in t
***TRIGGER WARNING - DOMESTIC VIOLENCE***The odd couple watched Aunt Mara with suspicious eyes as she sauntered past them casually. She exited the room quietly, closing the door behind her."Miss Grey," Pantsuit Barbie addressed me, her tone shifting from serious to friendly in an instant, "I'm Tamara Bennett. I'm a Social Worker here at the hospital and I'd like to ask you a few questions if that's alright with you?"The woman began to walk toward my bed before I had even had a chance to reply.The pink pantsuit she wore was practical and formal, which was a sharp contrast to her shoes, which were anything but practical. The strappy stiletto heels made my feet ache on her behalf and I wondered how a person could wear those all day. Her entire outfit seemed to be a display of her authority and power, but simultaneously her femininity."Is this about the AMA thing?" I asked, not understanding what the big deal was."I'd just like to better understand why you would want to leave the hos
"I know... but you didn't. I told them you weren't even there when it happened," I explained, now having a better understanding as to why he had been so upset."They wouldn't let me come back in the room. They kept me out there with two security guards watching my every move... as if they would have stood a chance against me," he scoffed with a small smile, enjoying the knowledge that he could easily have torn them apart if he wanted to. But then the smile faded again."I wouldn't hurt you, Kate..." he assured me, releasing his grip on me now so that he could look into my eyes."I know..." I replied with a tiny smile as the fingers of my left hand found their way up and held his cheek. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to reach his lips with my own.He leaned down to bridge the gap between us, his lips meeting mine in a caring kiss as he held me in his arms.A soft knock at the door signaled Aunt Mara's return. It had taken her longer than it should have to get a drink from a vending machi
Aunt Mara gave a light, airy chuckle, which was completely unexpected. This was serious... I was mated to the future Alpha and I didn't want to be Luna. What was so funny about that?Her expression turned serious when she saw me staring at her in disbelief."Honey, you were born to lead," she said simply, though the smile still tugged at the corner of her lips as she pulled into the driveway.I scoffed. "I'm a bit of a wallflower, in case you hadn't noticed..." I reminded her with a frown."No, baby. You command attention. You blame the hair, but it's not that. And it's only becoming more apparent as you're getting older now. There's something we need to talk about, but—"My car door suddenly opened, interrupting her mid-sentence. Ryder loomed over me with a smile.Aunt Mara sighed deeply and continued in a whisper, "But the time never seems right..." She frowned."Sorry Aunt Mara. What were you going to say?" I asked, urging her to continue despite our interruption."We'll talk about
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