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 That night, when Silas and I went to bed, I had built a pillow barrier between us. Needless to say, that did nothing to help. When I woke up the next morning, Silas was sleeping on his back on his half of the bed. I, on the other hand, was sprawled across the entire bed, arms clinging onto Silas' torso. He had one of his strong arms around my waist, bringing me impossibly closer to him and his other hand laid under his head. The smug look on his face begged me to wipe it off somehow, but it was way too early for snarky remarks so I scrambled away from him and locked myself in the ensuite bathroom for an hour instead.My body enjoyed the contact it had with Silas. He was barely clothed, only a pair of boxer briefs on. I felt flustered, the sparks from the contact still lingered on my skin which made my mind hazy, and my wolf purr in pleasure. A week of this and I'd be caving into this mate bond much quicker than I had
GRACEI clutched the bloodied piece of material in my hand, holding it to my chest as I willed my nerves to calm down. This wasn't the time to panic. I needed to act fast, panicking could come at a later stage. Linden was ordered not to let Silas know about Sydney until we knew for certain that she was gone and there was no way to find her.We treked further into the woods, following not only Sydney's scent but the thick scent of blood that lingered in the air. I wasn't sure how much blood a little girl's body could honestly hold but by the stench that hung around me, I knew someone lost a lot of blood. I just prayed that that someone wasn't Sydney.My heightened hearing picked up the sound of a small whimper. I turned to Linden whose eyes were darting everywhere, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. Everything around us stilled for a moment. It felt like the breeze that whistled through the tr
SILASI should have been out there, should have been searching those woods for my daughter along with my pack warriors but Grace needed me and my heart was being torn in two. On one hand, I had my missing daughter to deal with and on the other, I had a mate that blamed herself and consistently felt as if she brought this upon us. Thanks to the bond strengthening, I could feel exactly what she felt, the pain and the turmoil. She couldn't shut it off the way I had. I made sure she couldn't feel what I felt by building a mental blockage. If she did feel what I felt, I was scared that she would know that I did blame her in a way.I hated myself for it and no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I blamed her. There wasn't a day Sydney left this house unless I took her to visit her grandparents. She was six and homeschooled but her teachers always taught her in the back yard under the watchful eyes of the guards.
SILASA loud shrill vibrated through the forest as my teeth sunk into where her shoulder met her neck. I dug down deep until the metallic taste of her blood filled my mouth. After a minute, my canines retracted and I lapped my tongue over the puncture holes to seal them, a soft, delicate moan leaving Grace's lips as I did so."Mine!" I growled into her ear.Her body went weak, knees bunkling underneath her. Before she could hit the ground, I wrapped my arms under her and swooped her up — bridal style. She had fainted from the pain that coursed through her but it would get better soon. Once it did, she would go into heat and that was something, in normal circumstances, I would have looked forward to. But knowing that she would be going into heat for an entire week meant that she needed me at her side. How could I search for my daughter and still take care of my mate? Clearly, I hadn't thought this through.
GRACE Sydney was back and I was grateful. I barely had a chance to see her since Silas had gotten her packed and sent her off with his parents', claiming that she would be safer there. Part of me wanted to protest against that because I was fully capable of taking care of her. However, the predicament I found myself in, shut me up.That night, Silas had gotten someone to repair the upstairs bedroom; fitting in a window he had supposedly run through, causing it to shatter. The following day, I just laid in bed, refusing Silas to touch me, to come near me. He had no right to give me his mark before I was even ready for it. It was something he couldn't take back but I refused to give him my body because of it. I'd rather suffer the heat and die.My stubbornness lasted about a day and a half. Thursday went by slower than it was possible. As each minute passed, I could feel the heat consuming me. My blood felt as
GRACEI was starving so it didn't surprise me that I scarfed my food down so quickly. The unbearable, all-consuming heat hadn't returned to my body and I decided to take advantage of that. It felt good to have a break from the pain but I couldn't help but wonder how much longer I could keep my resolve strong. If he kept doing things like that just to help me then how long would it take me to cave in?I was by no means inexperienced in the bedroom but at the same time, I wasn't very experienced as well. The only person I had ever been with was Carter and until recently, I never thought about being with anyone else - both physically and emotionally.Sauntering over to the walk-in closet, I picked out one of Silas' shirts and slipped into it. The thin material of the baby blue tee hugged my figure, stretching over my bust and falling just below my bottom. I brought the shirt to my nose and inhaled his scent. It
GRACE"Grace, where the hell are you?" Monica sounded frantic over the phone, "Rumors have been spreading around the pack that you ran away and then I felt our mind link shatter and your link to the pack severe. What's going on?"There was a warm feeling in my heart at how much Monica truly cared for me. She came off as bitchy but her heart was anything but. She just had a difficult time showing it sometimes.I looked up at Silas who slept next to me in bed. Ever since I asked him to sleep with me he never left my side, taking care of me as much as he could each time a new wave of heat hit me. He smiled down at me, fingers tracing the length of my spine. My eyes silently asked him if I could disclose the truth to my best friend to which he smiled and nodded."I'm fine, Mono. I did run away and I was heading back to the pack but Silas caught up and stopped me," I dropped my voice, whisperin
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