GERALD JACOBS. MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO.“So she was mated before?” Phil asked as I sat there, damp by the edge of my windowsill. I looked out through the fog at nothing in particular. It was raining that evening when I got back. And I crossed my arms over my chest as I wallowed in my thoughts—where I had been for the past few hours and where I would remain for even days to come. Her words kept echoing in my ears, over and over again. The thought of being a second chance mate was something that never crossed my mind but it was my reality now.And the mate bond between Susannah and I was undeniably strong. It was palpable, that even each second that passed that she wasn’t here, I was torturing my mind—my wolf. Because it was no longer that I didn’t know. It was that I did and I was only just hesitant.Which meant my Wolf had already scented her, tasted her and wanted more so each second that I stayed away, I was only hurting my wolf which in turn was hurting myself. That’s how being ma
GERALD JACOBS.MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO. I sprinted into the forest with halting labored breaths escaping my lips. I threw looks over my shoulder as I stood there, right where we first met. I halted, desperation etched across my face as I looked at the trees.Shafts of the morning sunlight filtered through them and I had to narrow my eyes because my vision dimmed. Suddenly, I couldn’t see so clearly but you see, the moment that I scented her again. The perfect Vanilla cologne with a stint of woodsy mint. She spelled like nature herself, like blooming flowers and a crystal clear sky and then my eyes cleared. It was fate, no one could tell me otherwise because I wasn’t even sure I would see her again. But there she was, standing in a small clearing, bathed in a soft, ethereal light. Our eyes locked into each other and time seemed to pause for a moment. I lifted my feet to walk towards her and Susannah did the same. Tears stung the back of my eyes as I fell into her embrace, holding her
ELIANA.I stood at the apex of the hills, winds running through my hair as I looked at my Dad. All he'd done was tell me the story about how he met my mother but he left out one part—the most important part and the reason I was here in the first place."Where is he?" I blurted out of my lips, realizing a child named Boy was a lot harder to find. "Where is my Brother?" I raised my voice, tears stinging the back of my eyes and a hard lump went down my Dad's throat. It was clear he was somehow replaying a core memory in his head.And whatever it was, it was strong enough to let the tears flow down his cheeks. He was disheveled once our eyes met again. "I don't know" He muttered."What do you you don't know?" I asked him. "You knew of the child even though you've kept him a secret all this time, from me and everyone else. You knew him because Mom told you. How can you stand there and then lie that you don't know where he is right now.""I told you about the Curse, finding Boy could be t
ELIANA. "Who took Boy that day?" My father pressed his lips together and he shook his head."There wasn't anything we didn't think about, any option we didn't consider but it came down to one thing. Who was so heartless enough to just rip a child from his mother without a care in the world? Oakland changed after that day, more so after the news had spread" He replied."We just couldn't think of anyone.""That was until she told me" My Dad's voice went deep. "That she was a Hybrid?" I pieced it together. He nodded. "She told me everything. From the Witch's Curse to the fact that they'd been tailingher for so long. It wasn't a life she wanted. Susannah hated it.""All she wanted was to be normal. She didn't want to have a bounty placed on her head so she never felt safe. She hated that life and if there was one thing I was certain she wanted, it was to find a way to completely make her Witch side recessive. To be only Werewolf again.""If only there was such a way." He heaved. "Beca
DENVER.As I charged my eyes open to the utter darkness, I felt soaked with the beads of sweat and blood that clung to my skin. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the chains around my wrists and ankles rattled with every slight movement. I sucked in air through my lips, refreshing my lungs. It felt like I’d only just awoken from a state of trance. No idea how I got here. My wrists were bound, each link echoing the oppressive silence of the dungeon. Panic surged through me like a torrential wave, and my breath quickened with each turn I looked over my shoulders. “Where am I?” I blurted out and there was a crack in my voice. “Eliana” Her name was the first to come to my mind as I remembered one thing.I was on my way to see her when—“The accident” I muttered. Slowly, I began to piece together the shreds that had become of my memory. I was driving. I remember driving, my hands groping the steering wheel and the sound of her voice echoing from the phone. I remember her anxi
DENVER. “Hello Denver” Aurora’s eyes fell on me and I pushed a hard lump down my throat. I got up now that the sharp ringing had stopped and so had the storm but I froze in my tracks.Disbelief and astonishment etched across my face. It had been minutes but I still couldn’t believe she, Aurora, in flesh and blood was standing opposite me. Her presence weaved a surreal tapestry of emotions that swept through me. I looked at Blake, he was having a harder time taking it all in. This was someone he’d loved for the most of the last century. Someone he was willing to resurrect from the dead only for them to be together. I’m sure, the emotions were a lot more for him. “What are you doing here?” He still scowled and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “What am I doing here?” She inched closer but Blake stepped in between us. Aurora came to a halt, barely meters from his face and she sucked in a deep breath through her lips.Her hands reached into his hair and she slowly swept her fingers thr
ELIANA. I found myself in the center of the evergreen grasses. Swaying my feet through the tender earth, I plummeted forward with my arms stretched out. The air was a gentle caress in the fields, carrying the sweet fragrance of blossoming flowers.The sun emerged on that beautiful day, casting a warm glow upon the meadow, and the grass beneath my feet danced in response. Butterflies painted the air with delicate strokes of color and even the sky above was a canvas of pastel hues.I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and lips as I approached the banks of a crystal blue river. There, I came to a halt. The winds flustered my face and blew right through my hair. I laid amidst the grasses and my heart resonated with the gentle breeze. Time had lost its grip in this world, and everything else seemed suspended. My arms fell wide to embrace the earth beneath and then I closed my eyes. It was only when I did, that I was whisked back to my reality. My soul and body plunged through the r
ELIANA. We’d been at this for more than five hours.Secluded within the four-cornered inventory that was home to what was left of my mother—the things my Dad had kept that belonged to her which were boxes and boxes of photos, and clothes. And Jewelry.My hands flicked through the dusty pile of papers as I heaved out a sigh. I only just realized how much of her things my Dad kept. It was almost everything she had, every dress she wore, down to every photo of her. I had gone through about a hundred up until now. In search of clues and hints that may be able to lead me back to my brother. I didn’t even know this place existed until today. Before, it was only a room wedged with a tightly sealed door where the rest of the Pack were prohibited from coming close to.I always wondered what was behind it. Little did I know they were the memories of my Mum that my Dad was trying so hard to keep alive. Only God knew how many times he came down here—to feel as close to her as I did at that mom