Hunter’s POVWhen I held Amy and saw Jane’s cold blue eyes, I knew she’d misunderstood. But it didn’t matter if she hated me – not if she was alive. That was all that mattered to me right now. I had to keep her safe.This was my fault. I never should have shown my interest in her so blatantly, especially not in front of Amy. That was why she’d ended up tangled in the knot of my mess.Jane was just an Omega. She wasn’t able to defend herself the way I could. Hell, Ivan’s silver spike could’ve killed her. He could’ve done it with less – even a bloody nail ripped from the fence. She had no idea what she was up against.I bit back a sigh. Reg, however, let out a loud sigh, uncaring who heard. My heart pinched at the sound. I’d never seen him look so sad. ‘What are you sighing for? Didn’t you want to try and make her hate me? Well, now she does.’He sighed again, even more dramatically this time. ‘Well, Hunter, I was trying to make her see flaws in you to more clearly show the good in me.
Hunter’s POVI went back to my apartment to wash the blood from my body. But even the soothing hot water of the shower couldn’t cleanse the stains from my memory. My blood mixed with Carl’s and Ivan’s, and I watched with an old ache in my heart as it swirled down the plughole.I hated to let myself bleed in the middle of a fight. It took me back to my nightmares, and I struggled to claw my way back out of them. Since I’d left home, my insomnia had only worsened. Memories, blurred at the edges but sharp where I least wanted them to be, plagued me in the quiet, lonely hours of the night.My reflection eyed me coldly in the gleaming metal of the shower. I stared at it listlessly, helplessly, wondering if I deserved to be haunted by the ghosts of my past.I’d never had the strength to avenge her and, with no way to kill my father, I’d allowed myself to take the coward’s way out, pretending he didn’t exist rather than facing him like the Alpha I was.But the things that Ivan had done remin
Hunter’s POVThousands of thoughts flashed through my mind. I tried to make sense of what I’d seen, tried to understand what it meant for me, but I kept circling back to my father. If I were him, why would I have done this? And what would I do now? My head pounded, the weight of my unanswered questions slamming full force against my skull.I was almost relieved when S spoke, his calm voice cutting through my inner turmoil. “Alpha, the doctor said Luna Amy is in a very bad state. Without the antidote, both she and her baby could die.”That was a problem I could solve. “Right,” I said, forcibly relaxing my tensed shoulders. I had to put Ivan and the butt-birthmark mystery aside. Amy and the baby needed me.And I needed that baby, too. He could be useful to me. Shameful though it was, I had to use him. I had to use him to find out who Ava’s kidnappers really were, and to work out what they wanted.“S, are Ava and the two boys okay?” I asked, heading to the stairs and away from the blood
Hunter’s POVOnce the gas had cleared, I pulled my hand away and barked a command at S. “Pick the boys up and get them to the hospital.” S lifted them awkwardly and then looked to me for help. I shook my head at him. “S, they’re babies, not bombs. Do you need me to show you how to carry them?”‘Really, Hunter,’ cooed Reg, his tone conspiratorial, which meant one thing: gossip. ‘Do you think S will be single for the rest of his life? He can’t even hug,’ he scoffed. ‘Ian says he still hasn’t even had his first kiss! Shame on him.’‘Stop,’ I growled. ‘I don’t want to hear it. Leave me alone,’ I snapped, my heartstrings pulling as I looked at the two sleeping boys. Then, aloud, I said to S, “The gas is harmless, right? Nothing bad will happen to them?”“It’s harmless, Alpha,” S confirmed, but I still felt uneasy about using it.“It will just put them into a deep sleep, yeah? With no after-effects?”“None. The doctor in the brain neurology department told me it was harmless. I’ve confirme
Hunter’s POVAfter the damn horror show of watching Jane feed her sons her own blood, I went to visit Carl in his hospital room. Unlike Jane, he didn’t have any personal belongings on the nightstand, and he was staring with empty, dazed eyes out of the window even when I rapped my knuckles on the open door.A wide bandage was wound around his neck, keeping him propped up at an awkward angle. The nurses had fluffed up the pillows at his back and tucked the sheets around his lap, atop which his arm rested with an IV sticking out of his wrist. He’d lost a lot of blood yesterday, but I knew his injuries weren’t as bad as they seemed. Wolves healed fast, and I’d been controlling my strength yesterday. I’d meant to teach him a lesson, not kill my own Beta.Carl drew his gaze up to me, his throat bobbing and his mouth opening and closing uselessly. I must’ve really hurt his throat yesterday. Then he dropped his eyes to the starchy white bed sheets. He didn’t know how to face me and, as I ho
Hunter’s POVWhen we arrived, Reg panting and demanding his subscriptions before I’d even checked the perimeter, it looked like nobody was there. I sent the Shadows to check the grounds, and to give Reg his subscriptions back; then I shifted out, dressed in a fresh shirt and trousers, and went to look in every corner of the house. When I was certain nobody was home, I took a beer from the fridge, relishing in the cold bite of the condensation dripping down the glass against my palm. With my gaze fixed on the door I sipped it slowly.‘Hunter…’ Reg danced from paw to paw. ‘Why do I get the feeling that you’re unhappy? You think that’s Jane’s wolf, don’t you?’I made a noncommittal noise and took another sip.‘Isn’t that a good thing? She can protect herself now.’S mindlinked me to let me know that the last of Reg’s subscriptions had been restored – just as Reg started cheering. But he quietened quickly, and I was silently stunned that he’d learnt to care about my emotions. He was willi
Hunter’s POV I dropped slowly to the ground, wincing as shards of glass and debris from the fight dug into my back. Focusing on my own plan, I mindlinked S. ‘Come here and wait on the porch. And, S, don’t forget, you must agree to every demand she makes.’‘Yes, Alpha.’ As my eyes became heavy, my lids drooping shut, I heard the near-silent brush of S’s feet over the grass. I could sense his nearness, my whole body tingling with it.Then I drew my attention to my breathing, adjusting it until it came evenly and slowly. My chest hollowed and filled, hollowed and filled… I was getting so sleepy…My ears pricked at the sound of Jane getting dressed, the fabric sliding up her long, lean legs and pulling taut at her waist. Even that had me salivating. There was a soft jingle, one that I attributed to the poison bottles latched onto her belt, followed by a beat of silence. Then she called out to S. “S! Come here. I know you’re outside. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”My eye
Jane’s POVI glanced in the rearview mirror at my sleeping sons, nibbling at my bottom lip as I worried over this choice. They’d suffered through so much upheaval over the last couple of months, but I had to keep going. I’d never wanted to live a life on the run with my beautiful boys, although as I looked back at them, their hands loosely clasped on the middle seat, I knew I’d run forever if only it meant they were safe.But we’d been living this way for a little over a month now, and I wanted to find somewhere we could settle down. It was exhausting, never knowing where we’d be from one day to the next, waking up in beds that weren’t our own and, sometimes, waking up cramped on the backseat of my car. I picked each place with the roll of a dice across a map, not wanting anyone to guess the logic behind each decision I made and find us there.My boys needed more, deserved better. So I drove on, hoping that when we arrived we’d find somewhere far away from Hunter and his packs that
Jane’s POV “Hunter?” I frowned at his back as he marched me up the stairs to our bedroom. “What’s going on?” He shot me a reassuring smile over his shoulder, but didn’t slow his pace. “I just need to talk to you.” We’d moved out of the pack house. It held too many memories for us both. Now, we lived in what was basically a small mansion on the edge of the forest, not far from Rose and S’s house. It was light and airy, all warm wood and draping ivy paired with gleaming, modern appliances and crisp, cream-painted walls. The kids had a room each: Owen’s filled with state-of-the-art tech gadgets, Ares’s with workout equipment, and Ava’s with easels and canvases and a drawing tablet. They had everything they needed, and more space than Owen and Ares had ever had, but most nights they dragged their mattresses into each other’s rooms and slept huddled together. We were safe now, but we’d all been through so much. Too much. I hoped my kids were young enough that they’d recover from the t
Hunter’s POVKim ran towards me, his jaw wide, his canines glinting in the weak sunlight. Owen and Ava clung haphazardly to his back. Fear flashed through me. I started towards them–But they were safe, and Jane was safe, and I was safe, and we were home. I sucked in a long, slow breath, and a forced a smile as they neared me. The smile took hold, tucking itself into the corners of my mouth, and by the time my children had reached me I was grinning at them. I opened my arms wide, and the three of them ran straight at me. We tumbled to the ground, rolling in the grass, laughing; Kim licked my face, and Ava and Owen scrambled into my arms.“Hey, kids.” I pulled back and ruffled their hair. Kim rolled onto his back, his paws sticking up in the air. Ava rubbed his belly.‘Wow,’ I said to Reg dryly, ‘he really is your son.’‘I saw Ares eat a salad the other day – and enjoy it.’ Reg shuddered. ‘I love him, but that really threw me.’I pinched the bridge of my nose. ‘Don’t remind me. Then
Jane’s POVTime passed strangely after that.There were noises out in the hall. Noises I probably should’ve listened to, made something of, but…What was the point? Hunter was gone. My heart, my soul – my life – was dead.My throat closed up around the words I’d spoken. I’d bared every important moment of my life to the Moon Goddess, bound my prayer in my story, and she hadn’t listened.She hadn’t listened.I knew Ava was still with me, still clinging half to me and half to her daddy, and that was the last straw for me. Her pain became glass shards, which scraped at the raw edges of my own wound.For a while, my hurt was so immense that I felt nothing at all. If Nina or Ava spoke to me, I didn’t hear them. I was numb, frozen to the spot, Hunter’s lifeblood going cold and sticky on my palms.Beneath the frost of my numbness, though, a fire roared. I was terrified to start feeling again, to start moving. The second I moved my aching legs and stood up, time would start again.And the sec
Jane’s POVI shifted out. “No!” I wailed. I fell to my knees, then crawled over to him. My fists pounded the cold, metallic floor with every weak, shuffling movement I made.“You can’t be gone,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks, a lump forcing my throat to close around the words. “You can’t be.”But I knew that he was. The mate bond writhed and shrieked within me, screeching out for the severed other half of its soul.“Hunter?” I choked, grabbing him gently. His head lolled back as I moved him. His eyes were open; their blue irises were cold, so cold, and his pupils were unseeing. Cuts nicked his face.I pried him away from his father. Hunter’s body was merged with Reg’s: his hands were furry and clawed, but the rest of him was human. I wished he had human hands I could hold.It was that thought that shattered me entirely. I would never be able to hold his hand again. It was silly, and childish, and pathetic, but it was that notion that broke me. Not that I had lost my ma
Jane’s POV I was torn between my sons. Owen was safe – for now – so I turned my attention to Ares. His wolf, Kim, hit the ground. I bit back a cry– Kim rolled over, tussling with his attacker. He snarled, revealing huge canine teeth, then dove his muzzle at the other wolf’s neck, again and again and again. Blood spurted, slicking his fur coat. Then they were rolling again, slamming sideways into the thinning crowd of battling werewolves. The wolf on top of Kim was grey, and as big as him, but its size looked abnormal – the result of performance enhancing drugs, not nature, as Kim’s stature was. They fell back, circling each other. Kim’s upper lip pulled back from his teeth, revealing shining white canines with blood dripping from them. My stomach turned over. Beneath that fur coat was my sweet son, who wasn’t quite seven years old yet. He and his brother had seen so much – too much – already. Kim pounced. The grey wolf was a half-second behind, but lunged forward with a snarl the
Jane’s POVAlpha Dylan – or what was left of him – pounced at Hunter. A scream built in my throat, but I was helpless to do anything. He’d given me a chance to get our kids out safely, and I wasn’t going to waste it.I wasn’t even sure how I was alive right now. One moment, I’d been lost to the foggy darkness of unconsciousness, and glad of it, too, after all the pain I’d been forced to endure. Even in the depths of nothingness, I’d known that agony beckoned in the light.But there were other things there besides the pain. Love, in all its many forms, waited for me here. My children. My mate. My friends.So I clung to wakefulness with everything I had and prayed that whatever was keeping me awake would keep working for another second, another minute, another hour. I needed every moment I could steal to get my kids to safety.Amy kicked the door open. My view of Hunter disappeared as Carl pushed me through it. The last I saw of him was his own father grinning at him, sick, twisted, sad
Hunter’s POVEverything moved in a blur. My eyes were fixed on my father, his mutated wolf filling my field of vision as he moved swiftly towards me. But, from the corner of my eye, a sudden burst of movement snagged my gaze.Jane sat bolt upright. She looked like a zombie, her wounds unhealed, her eyes blank – but she was moving, scrambling to grab the kids, crying out my name as my attention was forced back onto my dad.His jagged claws caught the edge of my shoulder. I shifted out before he could claim the upper hand, letting Reg’s powerful body burst out of mine.My father sneered down at me. The knobbed ridge of his spine seemed to snap as he bent low, his sickly orange eyes meeting mine. I could smell his stale breath. “You always were weak,” he said, his voice a hollow growl. It didn’t sound like it had; it was all wolf, vicious and as broken as he was.Suddenly, I wasn’t a grown man, a strong Alpha, a mate, standing before a weak and unwell old man who had clearly gone to desp
Hunter’s POVIt was too late. My hand was on the doorknob and it was already swinging open.There was no turning back now. Reg wailed. ‘I can smell her blood! Jane’s hurt! Jane’s dying! Jane’s dead!’The buzzing in my ears drowned out his mournful howls. Everything was moving in slow motion as I finished easing open the door. I took it all in whilst observing nothing other than the most heart-breaking thing I’d seen since… since...The present was so horrifying it eclipsed even my darkest memories.Jane was lashed securely to a metal table. My heart broke and, somewhere through the haze of my heartache, all I could think was: she must be so cold.Her limbs stuck out at odd angles. Blood covered her. But worst of all was her face. It was empty. It was like someone had made a perfect physical copy of her but had left out the most important part: her soul. The waxy figurine atop the metal table looked like Jane, broken and bruised but still my Jane, only without the bright spark of de
Hunter’s POVI expected for my world to spin off its axis at those words – but it didn’t. In fact, I felt very little. Nothing at all.I’d never clicked with Obie. I’d always been drawn to Ava but never to him. In my mind, she’d been my daughter and Obie had been Amy’s son. Huh. Now I knew why.That was why I fixed Carl with a cold stare and said flatly, “I know.”Compared to the other revelations I’d been through lately – hell, even in just the last few hours – this barely made me bat an eye. Maybe it was because I cared about Jane and Ava and her sons, but maybe it was because, deep down, I really didn’t care about Amy or Obie. ‘Hunter!’ gasped Reg. ‘How can you think that about a poor, innocent baby?’‘That’s the thing. I don’t think anything about him. Anyway, he’s nothing to do with me. Not really. That takes the matter out of my hands, don’t you think?’Reg muttered under his breath that I was horrible and unfeeling, and that was probably also true, but I still couldn’t make my