GRACE
Whatever trance he had found himself in broke just as fast as he fell into it. He was quick to catch me up again, matching my stride as best as he could, "No-one has ever mentioned my eyes before."
I shrugged, "So no-one finds it weird that they're purple sometimes and a honey brown others."
"Yours turn obsidian at times and then they turn to this bluish gray," he pointed out. It made me feel a little less awkward that I had put so much time into analyzing his eyes because clearly he did the same.
"That's because my wolf tends to take over when she's mad. Haven't completely learnt how to control that yet," I admitted, keeping my eyes downcast. Everything came easy to me because I did it on an everyday basis but I hardly ever felt anger so when I did, I simply didn't know how to deal with it.
"Well the same happens with me, except, my wolf and I have an understanding.
GRACEAfter pulling a double shift patrolling the pack western border, I was officially exhausted. I had only returned to my room at the pack house at sunrise and found Monica still deep in her slumber. She wore a white tank top and silk shots that left nothing to the imagination. Laying on her stomach, she had one hand and one leg dangling off the bed in a position that didn't look too comfortable. Rolling my eyes, I stripped down into my underwear and pulled over a long, baggy t-shirt so I could get some sleep. Luckily, because of how drained both me and my wolf were, sleep came easily but I was never a day sleeper. With the heat and the bright sun protruding through the drawn curtains, I only managed to get three hours' worth of sleep in. When I awoke, I found Monica fully dressed, sitting at the edge of her bed, fully engrossed in her phone.I rubbed my eyes to remove it's tiredness as my groggy vo
GRACEI took a second to calm my raging hormones and buzzing nerves before pushing myself off the wall. Bringing the blouse of my floral jumpsuit to my nose, I cringed when the strong, overpowering scent of citrus and oak bombardered me. It was a scent I recognized as Xander's, Alpha Silas' Beta. I took note that Xander had not found his mate yet and having his scent on me probably pissed Silas off.No one asked him to assign me a bodyguard! An un-mated wolf at that!Because I clearly loved trouble and wanted to prove an unnecessary point to Silas, I decided not to pay heed to his words. He wouldn't really drag me to the bathroom and wash of Xander's scent from my body.Would he?The thought had a knot growing in the pit of my stomach and an uncomfortable feeling pulsating between my legs. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth as images of his large, rough h
SILAS Adamant little wolf. Those were the only words I could use to describe her. Even after me telling her to cover up, she chose to blatantly disrespect me by walking out in those clothes that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She was damn lucky that no one was around last night. If someone saw her, if an unmated wolf saw her in those clothes, I would have ripped his eyes out of his sockets and then carried her to my room. That was exactly what I felt like doing to Xander when they got back from wherever they were last night. I had things to sort out yesterday and entrusted Grace in Xander's protection. With me finally signing a treaty with the Silver Dawn pack, it meant that I needed to sit with the Alpha and settle on the treaty's terms and agreements. It took us a whole day but we were finally done with the nitty-gritty bullshit of it all. All I wanted to do after was see my beautiful
GRACEI kept a mask of indifference on my face as he uttered his words. Deep down, my emotions felt like a tornado, wrecking me inside out. I felt angry, not at him but at the Goddess for pairing us together when we each had mates of our own. We were meant to be with that one person forever, our souls intertwined: one soul, split between two bodies. Clearly, that principle didn't apply in this situation.Then I felt jealousy. Jealous that someone else had the chance to touch my mate. I didn't have a right to be jealous but the bond didn't care about right and wrong. It was how he felt whenever I mentioned Carter and I couldn't understand it, always labeling it as jerky alpha behavior but it wasn't. Our bond felt like a normal mate bond, as if our past mates never existed.I, unconsciously, ran a hand over the spot Carter's mark use to be. The spot where my neck met my shoulder. His mark had been a silver paw
GRACEI gave in just as Monica had predicted. My things were packed and ready for me to leave. All I had left to do was bid goodbye to everyone I loved but that was easier said than done. Everyone stood outside the pack house. It was bright and early; everyone looked as if they had just rolled out of bed which made sense since it was seven on a Saturday morning."Bitch, why'd you have to leave so darn early," Monica grumbled, her balled fists rubbing her eyes furiously, "This is too fucking much." She proceeded, not even caring that everyone's attention was now on her.Gino rolled his eyes, shoving Monica lightly which earned him a glare, "You're a pain. Stop making this about you, this is about her," he chided, gesturing over to me with his chin."Oh shut up, all you morning people are the same," she mumbled under her breath.I didn't understand what that had to do with a
GRACENot even two and a half hours later we found ourselves on Green Forest territory. Luckily for me, Silas had a quick stop to make before heading home. I took advantage of that to further prepare myself to meet his family and most importantly, his daughter.We were driving along the coast. The view of the beautiful blue ocean with its white waves crashing on the golden sands of the shore looked breathtaking. It was hot out, but then again it was always humid, even in the winter months. Being werewolves didn't help one bit. Sometimes it felt as if I needed to be submerged from head to toe in ice.Many people enjoyed this heat though; tanning under the sun, swimming in the cold water of the beach, having picnics. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of those people. My skin turned a shameless shade of red the moment it made contact with the sun, burning so quickly that it never had a chance to tan. I didn't mind
GRACE When Derek told Silas to take me to meet his wife, I expected to be taken to some remote cabin in the middle of the woods, like every normal werewolf that wanted to be left alone in their retirement. However, we pulled up into the driveway of a massive white and gold mansion that overlooked the beach. It's structure stood tall, in all it's modern glory. There were huge golden gates with wolves on them that prevented just anybody from entering. To increase the security, many wolves patroled around the house.I hesitantly jumped out of the car, walking pass a massive fountain of a man next to a wolf. The water inside was crystal clear and the sun glinted off the pennies that laid at it's base."Sydney's been using the fountain as a wishing well again," Silas broke the silence and I watched as his eyebrows knitted together, "I wonder what she wanted." He didn't seem to realize that he was voicing his t
GRACESilas was a man of many surprises. His house was nothing like I had expected. It was a quaint little home that had a lush forest behind it. There were obviously guards around the place, making sure his home was protected. The inside of the house had warm colors that instantly made you feel comfortable.You could tell that only Silas and Sydney stayed here with only their scents in every room. It were as if no other wolf stepped foot into this house, not even his parents. Silas had informed me that the pack house wasn't that far from here, built deep into the green forest behind the house. If I ever needed help finding it, one of the guards would lead me there if he wasn't around.He wanted to give me time to settle in, another week, without letting his pack know of my existence. I was more than willing to go along with that plan because once he told his pack about me, everything would be finalized an
GRACE Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe... The room door opened, revealing Monica and Lana. They were the last to arrive but at least the were both fully dressed. I couldn't bring myself to frown at them because they looked absolutely adorable together. Two years had passed since the incident and they had moved on, creating a wonderful life for themselves. Monica was allowed to remain in the pack she called home from birth and I was grateful to Alpha Rykes for that. Cassidy, Diana (my elder sister), and Jasmine (Silas' sister) had been here since morning trying to help me out. Anne would drop in now and then but she mostly remained downstairs to help cater the guests. Anne and I had a rocky start when we met two years ago but we were navigating around our relationship quiet well now. We both shared a love for Silas, Sydney, and our newest addition, Sylvain who just turned three month
SILAS"How the fuck does someone burn toast?" I chastised, grumbling in announce as I bounced the black, hard bread in my hand and then flung it into the sink."Daddy," my seven year old shot me a glare as she chided, "Bad word, and you burnt the toast because you were too busy trying not to burn the bacon," she snickered, sitting on the bar stool and watching me with amusement lighting up her eyes. She was growing up to be such a beautiful young girl."I'm usually not such a bad cook," I pointed out in a hushed tone, making certain not to wake my sleeping mate up.It was now a little over a year since I met Grace and we were going strong. The pack respected her as their Luna, looked up to her and protected her in the same way she protected them. They warmed up to her quickly and I could see how that made her breathe much easier. She stepped into the Luna role and managed to fulfil each and ev
SILASHave you ever loved someone so much that it felt as if you would suffocate without them? Placed all your trust in them to have it broken as if it were some cheap brand of glass that could be bought in an ordinary store? Did someone ever give you the most precious gift anyone could ever pray for and then attempt to take away one of your other prized possessions all at once? Have you ever experienced true love, love with no boundaries, love with no strings, love that was limitless, love that could span across the age of time? And finally, have you experienced loss? A loss that could shatter the heart into pieces that didn't make sense anymore, love that robbed you of the smile that once graced your face, loss that demolished all the hope stirring in your body, a loss that completely and utterly guttered you?I fell in love with Grace the same way she fell in love with me but I still felt conflicted. No longer did I sympa
GRACE"So, what's it like being around so many werewolves?" Monica asked Ambrosia. We were sat in the living room of the pack house.After last night, I hadn't seen Silas. He arrived home late and left before I could wake. I knew the whole situation with Lucille bothered him. No matter how angry she could possibly make him, killing her would never cross his mind. I guess that was the price he had to pay since he still had feelings for her — even if the feelings weren't as strong as what he felt for me. I accepted that he probably wouldn't stop loving the mother of his child completely because I knew I wouldn't stop loving my ex-mate completely. A part of Carter lived within me.It made me feel better that Ambrosia and Tiana hadn't seen their mates either. They were probably with Silas. This morning Tiana decided to drag me to the pack house so she and Ambrosia could get to know me. Cassidy and Gino h
GRACESilas ushered me toward the stage, helping me up the steep steps so I wouldn't tumble down them. He positioned us in the middle, facing the massive crowd of onlookers. My social anxiety decided it would make itself known. I had never been in front of such a massive crowd before. I had never experienced having every single pair of eyes in a room on me before. Some looked at me with hope shining in their eyes, others with confusion riddling their features, and some looked between Lucille who stood at one corner and then at me with anger. They still believed that I was running after a mated wolf. A home-wrecker.Lucille's face contorted in anger, Sydney in her arms. They were inseparable from the moment they met and where Sydney went, Victor would follow. That calmed my raging emotions. Having Victor close to Sydney meant that if anything happened, he could deal with it. Silas was onto something when he decided to issue
GRACEI had gotten Sydney dressed in a beautiful royal blue ball gown. The entire dress shimmered when rays of light bounced of it, giving her an ethereal glow. She resembled a princess, a little silver crown sitting on her head full of luscious light brown curls. The radiant smile that graced her face had my heart swelling in my chest. I loved this little girl more than I loved life itself. It wasn't difficult to fall in love with someone as innocent and bubbly as her.When we were done, I made my way downstairs with her on my hip. I didn't care that she was creasing the delicate material of my dress or that my make-up would potentially smudge thanks to the shower of kisses Sydney pressed against my cheeks. Once Lucille got here I knew I had to let Sydney go and the thought alone was difficult for me to deal with. My stomach churned in anticipation of what would happen and deep down — an instinct I was trying my best to ign
GRACEI didn't expect the Luna ceremony to be so soon after my return but I guess we pushed it back for as long as we could. We needed to get it done and over with so I could officially take my place in the pack but I couldn't help but wonder what that meant for me. Being a Luna of a pack — even if it were the largest pack known — was something I could deal with. The idea of it had just began settling itself into my brain when the truth was unleashed. Now, completing the ceremony didn't only mean I would be ruling over one pack alongside my mate but every pack ever created under the moon.The Luna of Luna's, did I even deserve such a title?For the past couple of years my faith in the Moon Goddess swayed. I had questions that only she could answer and no way of getting those answers from her. So much bad had happened that I couldn't imagine a sliver of good seeping through to make itse
GRACEBy the time I had woken up half the day had already gone by. The spot beside me where Silas usually slept was both empty and cold — signifying he had left long ago and left me to sleep in. Sticking to his usual self, there was a pink sticky note stuck onto the lampshade on my bedside table. The bright color caught my eyes almost instantly as the the midday sun reflected off it. I grabbed the note and read the words written in his immaculate handwriting.'Had some work to take care off. Made you something to eat and kept it downstairs. Silas.'Leaving the bed, I leisurely strolled into the walk-in closet and sifted through Silas' shirts. I found a slate-gray graphic tee with a hammer on it and the words 'This is not a drill' printed beside it. I snickered at the use of the bad pun but decided to adorn the shirt nonetheless because his scent was strongest on tha
GRACEAfter killing Darius, all hell broke loose. I left the room, stumbling into two guards that I guessed patrolled the halls. I managed to kill one of them but in that time, the second guard somehow informed everyone else through a walkie-talkie. That left me little time to find Monica and get the hell out of here.I continued straight down the corridor until I reached another room with a metal door. The door was ajar, the two men that had escorted Monica struggling to subdue her and stick her into a cell. As much as Monica thought she was broken, this moment proved she still had plenty fight in her.A feral snarl that left my mouth caught the two men off guard. Monica used that to her advantage, claws extending from her fingers and slashing one of the men's throats. Blood sprayed from the wound, the man bringing his hands up to his neck in shock as he fell to the ground.I lunged