RYAN’S POV
“There are so many things about each other that we don’t know,” Ana stated, somewhat absently. I looked over at her and replied, “You can ask me anything that you want to know, and I will answer honestly and openly.” Ana considered the offer for a moment before asking apprehensively, “Even if it is painful to discuss? What if it brings up terrible or traumatic memories?” I thought about what she asked and felt moved by her concern, “Regardless, even if it is hard to answer, for whatever reason, I will still answer. You have every right in the world to know about my past. At this time, I know more about your past than you do about mine,” I answered sincerely.
Ana then inquired, “Would you tell me about your parents? What happened to them? I know that I have lived in this pack my entire life, but I was kept away from the general public for the most part. The only
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ANA'S POVAs heartbreaking as Ryan’s tale was, even through the tears that consistently fell like a small waterfall, I felt my anger rise as he explained the visit from the Elders. Who the hell did that Jamal guy think he was? Directly following that thought came the realization that Ryan had already met and lost his destined mate. Although I was over the moon at him being my “second-chance” mate, a piece of my heart broke for him knowing that in five short years, he not only lost his parents but his destined mate, the “one soul” created just for him, Christina. He had experienced the trifecta of loss in less than a decade.“Princess?” Ryan called out to me. “Are you okay? I’m feeling a myriad of emotions coming from the mate bond,” he said. I centered my attention back on his beautiful face. I replied, “I just felt your pain, anger, and devastating loss as you related your experiences, and I guess it was amplified by my anger and sadness over what you have endured. But how can you fe
ANA’S POV When I woke up the following day, the sun was filtering through the opening of the curtains in front of the balcony. I didn’t remember closing the French doors before we went to sleep. I stretched like a feline to activate my muscle groups. When my hand landed on the side of the bed Ryan had laid on when we made it to the bed, I realized that it was not only empty but also cold. That only meant he had been gone for a significant amount of time. Although I was not too happy about waking up alone, I wouldn’t complain. The reality was, if I hadn’t been so emotionally exhausted by the end of talking to Ryan, I would have more than likely insisted that he make his way back to his own room; I understand that we are mates and that at some point, cohabitating would happen…sooner rather than later if truth be told. The mate bond is nothing to mess with. It seems to have a stronger pull on each other’s hearts and souls than the moon has on the ocean tides. Nevertheless, I wasn’t rea
RYAN'S POVAs soon as the front door slammed shut, I launched myself away from the railing and raced to my room. I grabbed my leather jacket, wallet, and keys in no time and headed toward the garage. I linked Maria, our head Omega, telling her that the date was a "go." Maria already had specific instructions on what I wanted to be set up, where, and by what time. I had no worries that everything would be done perfectly without micromanaging her. I jumped on my Ducati 916SPS motorcycle. I knew this little speed demon would get me where I needed to go quickly because time was of the essence. I had to ensure that there would be plenty of time to get everything done before the girls got home from their day out. Everything had to be perfect. Ana deserved nothing less.The first place I headed was the human city. I made my way to one of the cell phone stores and picked up a new phone with great photo features. The picture-taking ability was a must as it was a major part of the date activit
ANA'S POV: Dreams. That is all I had left were my dreams: dreams of finding my mate who would love and cherish me unconditionally regardless of my faults and quirks; dreams of having my pups and raising them with all the love and nurturing that I never felt during the constant ridicule and abusive torture that I experienced while living in the pack orphanage; dreams of having friends, REAL friends that wanted me around because of who I was and not because they were forced to be around me or because of what I could do for them. I slowly slid down the wall, pulling my knees to my chin and burying my face in the crook of my knees as I wrapped my arms around my legs and began to sob. I thought back over the events from the past two days as the tears streamed down my face. At first, my tears were a slow trickle, but before I knew
ANA’S POV I was leaving the only home that I had ever known, and I was barely out the door before Miss Janice slammed it shut and locked the deadbolt. But for some reason, I suddenly felt lighter, as though a weight that I wasn’t even aware of was lifted from my shoulders. Although I was still confused and my heart felt like it had been ripped to shreds only moments before, I heard a voice in my head talking to me, soothing me with her words of comfort and wisdom. “I know this sounds strange, Ana, but we are going to be alright, Hell, better than alright, we are going to be amazing!” she said. I knew it had to be my wolf even though up until today, I had never felt her presence or been able to connect with her. I had already concluded that what I had been told my entire life was true, that there were things wrong with me, and the first on my mind was that I was wolf-less. “What is your name?” I asked the voice in my head. “My name is Scarlet
ANA’S POV The following day, I wake up bursting with energy for no discernable reason. As I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do for the day, I remembered seeing a handbill on the bulletin board outside the office at school on Friday. It was advertising a pack-wide Halloween-themed carnival being held at the Moon Valley Packhouse. It was open to everyone in the pack, regardless of your ranking. Still, there was one essential stipulation: to gain entry to the party, the participant had to be decked out in some costume, with or without a mask. According to the notice, booths would be set up throughout the meadow behind the Packhouse with different carnival-type games like bobbing for apples, pie-eating contests, a dunki
RYAN’S POV As I was walking through the backyard, taking in the sights and sounds of the Halloween Carnival Activities and sporadically talking with guests, I was distracted by Mrs. Potato Head at the refreshment table. I watched as she got a drink and maneuvered it under the headpiece of the costume; I laughed to myself, “Now THAT is a unique costume.” For reasons I did not understand, I felt drawn to her. I knew she wasn’t my mate. My mate was killed when she was on a night run and misjudged how close she was to the edge of the cliff. I shook my head to bring myself back to the present. I had alread
DR. GAIL’S POV As I sat and waited for the processes of testing the bloodwork to finish and the X-ray films to reach me, I pondered the anomalies of this patient’s appearance. Glasses? Overweight? Is she even a wolf? Due to the super-high metabolism of werewolves, there has never been a werewolf who wasn’t lean and muscular, or at least as far as I have seen in the 30 years that I have been a pack doctor. So that was one of the tests I was running – ensuring this woman was a wolf. If not, I hoped it would give me the direction to look for her true lineage and, more importantly, help her.
RYAN'S POVAs soon as the front door slammed shut, I launched myself away from the railing and raced to my room. I grabbed my leather jacket, wallet, and keys in no time and headed toward the garage. I linked Maria, our head Omega, telling her that the date was a "go." Maria already had specific instructions on what I wanted to be set up, where, and by what time. I had no worries that everything would be done perfectly without micromanaging her. I jumped on my Ducati 916SPS motorcycle. I knew this little speed demon would get me where I needed to go quickly because time was of the essence. I had to ensure that there would be plenty of time to get everything done before the girls got home from their day out. Everything had to be perfect. Ana deserved nothing less.The first place I headed was the human city. I made my way to one of the cell phone stores and picked up a new phone with great photo features. The picture-taking ability was a must as it was a major part of the date activit
ANA’S POV When I woke up the following day, the sun was filtering through the opening of the curtains in front of the balcony. I didn’t remember closing the French doors before we went to sleep. I stretched like a feline to activate my muscle groups. When my hand landed on the side of the bed Ryan had laid on when we made it to the bed, I realized that it was not only empty but also cold. That only meant he had been gone for a significant amount of time. Although I was not too happy about waking up alone, I wouldn’t complain. The reality was, if I hadn’t been so emotionally exhausted by the end of talking to Ryan, I would have more than likely insisted that he make his way back to his own room; I understand that we are mates and that at some point, cohabitating would happen…sooner rather than later if truth be told. The mate bond is nothing to mess with. It seems to have a stronger pull on each other’s hearts and souls than the moon has on the ocean tides. Nevertheless, I wasn’t rea
ANA'S POVAs heartbreaking as Ryan’s tale was, even through the tears that consistently fell like a small waterfall, I felt my anger rise as he explained the visit from the Elders. Who the hell did that Jamal guy think he was? Directly following that thought came the realization that Ryan had already met and lost his destined mate. Although I was over the moon at him being my “second-chance” mate, a piece of my heart broke for him knowing that in five short years, he not only lost his parents but his destined mate, the “one soul” created just for him, Christina. He had experienced the trifecta of loss in less than a decade.“Princess?” Ryan called out to me. “Are you okay? I’m feeling a myriad of emotions coming from the mate bond,” he said. I centered my attention back on his beautiful face. I replied, “I just felt your pain, anger, and devastating loss as you related your experiences, and I guess it was amplified by my anger and sadness over what you have endured. But how can you fe
RYAN’S POV “There are so many things about each other that we don’t know,” Ana stated, somewhat absently. I looked over at her and replied, “You can ask me anything that you want to know, and I will answer honestly and openly.” Ana considered the offer for a moment before asking apprehensively, “Even if it is painful to discuss? What if it brings up terrible or traumatic memories?” I thought about what she asked and felt moved by her concern, “Regardless, even if it is hard to answer, for whatever reason, I will still answer. You have every right in the world to know about my past. At this time, I know more about your past than you do about mine,” I answered sincerely. Ana then inquired, “Would you tell me about your parents? What happened to them? I know that I have lived in this pack my entire life, but I was kept away from the general public for the most part. The only
RYAN’S POV“You’re staring again,” Ana says sweetly to me without ever turning around. “What makes you think that, princess?” I huffed as I looked away and out the French doors to the valley below. Ana turns towards me, walks up beside me, grabs my left and brings it to her lips, kissing it gently. “Ryan, you hold your breath whenever you are contemplating something; and when you are standing right behind me, holding your breath, I know that you are still wondering how the Ana that shifted to her wolf last night is not the same-looking Ana that shifted back into her human form…” she said with a smile. Before I could refute her observation, she stepped around me to stand directly in front of me and looked up, locking eyes with me as she cocked her left eyebrow up in an arch and proceeded in challenging me, “Of co
ANA’S POV I had heard wolves all my life describe how they felt when they consented to their inner beasts have control and allowed them to run free, wild instincts taking over. The stories were always laced with haughtiness and were hateful and hurtful in their verbiage when they addressed me. They would say things like how it was basically a waste of their time and breath to talk to me about shifting because I was a disgrace to myself and the pack because I was wolf-less. I shook my head violently side to side to try to shake off the memories which made my silver fur shimmer in the moon’s beams as they sifted through the canopy above to bathe the forest floor in an almost ethereal glow. They were wrong to say such hurtful things to anyone, but they were right about one thing…NOTHING in the world could ever compare to the complete and utter freedom I felt when I
ANA’S POVAfter several rounds of screaming, crying, cussing, begging the gods to end my life and contortions, I once again succumbed to the blissful serenity of the darkness. At least hear, I didn’t feel that excruciating pain, non-stop.Suddenly, I blinked my eyes and realized that I really must be blessed because I was staring straight into the beauty of the Dreamscape, once again.I had become familiar with what trails get me to the waterfall and Moon Lake where Selene, Scarlett and I usually end up gathering together. I began to make my way there. It was all so familiar yet still shrouded in mystery, enchanting and magical. Once I arrived at the side of the lake, I realized that I was the only one present. I wasn’t worried because I knew that this is Selene’s domain. If I am here, I am no more than an invited guest and would not
EMILY’S POVI frantically mind-linked everyone I could think of that could help Ana. I had never seen any being, supernatural or not, contort their bodies in the uneven, unnatural angles I watched Ana’s body molded into. I was sure that this had to do with that witch that had helped Janice torture Ana her entire life. The first person I linked was Ryan. Whatever magic that was assaulting Ana, something told me that Ryan’s presence would help in relieving her some. Even if it was only a small percentage, at least it might help her to be able to take a full breath without such intense pain shorting her lungs of the much-needed oxygen.I knew that Ryan was racing like the wind to us. I then linked Beta Chris, Gamma Ophelia and Dr Gail in a “group chat” type link, giving them each instruction to meet us Ryan, Ana and me at our current location. After they all respo
A/N: I want to apologize to all of you loyal and supportive readers of my story. I have been sick over the past 2 months and everytime I thought I was begining to recover, I would relapse and be right back in the bed. Starting today I will be updating every day, at least one chapter per day. Thank you all for your patience and support... enjoy the upcoming chapters, and dont forget to comment and let me know what you think.RYAN’S POV“Mate,” I whispered as I smelled her scent for the first time: Honeysuckle and Spring rain. As I leaned in and put my forehead flush with hers, I heard the question in her small voice, “Mate?” This made my wolf whimper. I leaned back far enough to search her glistening blue orbs for signs of rejection. “It makes so much sense now,” I began talk to her, “the feelings of comfort, protectivenes