(Hilda)
“Hilda, you can’t fight them alone, you have to go! You have to run!” my mate, Alpha Soren, shouts with the last of his strength. He tries to lift himself off the ground, reaching for me, and I take his hand.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I kneel beside him, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Soren. We’re going to survive this together. Or we’ll die together.”
“No!” He yells. “Please Hilda, you have to run!”
As the words leave his lips an arrow strikes my side. I collapse to the ground, laying beside him, as he cries out my name. I want to comfort him, to reassure him I’m alright, but I need to conserve my strength.
With great determination I struggle back to my feet. I’m going to keep fighting to protect him until I exhale my last breath.
“Hilda. If we make it out of this alive, I’m making you my Luna. No more wasting time. I love you.”
***
The world is dark all around me, but his words are a warm, soft blanket surrounding my heart. I wonder where the heavy smell of herbs is coming from.
And why my body hurts so much when my heart is so full of joy. My eyes feel gummy and heavy and it takes several tries for me to force them open. The first thing I see is Soren.
I can’t help but beam at the sight of him. Knowing he’s here and safe makes my heart leap. We grew up together, training side by side, sharing our dreams and ambitions. I’m his mate, his Beta, his equal and he’s always been my rock.
We’ve loved each other for as long as I can remember.
“Hi baby,” I whisper weakly, waiting for him to take my hand and kiss me. Instead he looks at me strangely. A mixture of sadness and embarrassment clouding his expression. His eyes, usually so full of warmth and love, are cold and distant.
His hair seems to have grown to his shoulders overnight. Something’s very wrong and I don’t like feeling like I’m about to have my world upended. Or the fact that my mate seems like a stranger.
“Soren what’s going on?” I ask fearfully. “You’ve been in a coma for a year now,” he tells me gravely.
I stare at him, my mind struggling to process his words. A year? That never happens to werewolves. We heal fast, or we die. I have a feeling there’s more to his hangdog expression than me having lost a year of our life together.
“What else?” I ask, reading him as easily as I always have. “When you were injured and fell into a coma, our mate bond was severed,” he says quietly.
My heart feels like it’s being torn apart, but deep down, I know he’s telling the truth. That magical thread between us is gone.
“What does that mean?” I ask quietly. “We still love each other, surely the bond will come back now that I’m conscious?”
Soren looks over his shoulder and I see a beautiful young woman hesitating by the door. She meets Soren’s gaze and comes in, taking his hand as if they’ve done it a thousand times.
“Soren? What’s going on? Who is she?” He glances at the woman beside him before returning his gaze to me. “This is Cerelia. She’s my second chance mate.”
His words hit me like a physical blow. I feel the air leave my lungs, and my vision darkens at the edges.
“How?” I ask plaintively. “After the battle, we suffered heavy losses. I went to her pack to secure a ceasefire. We met there and the bond formed.”
Cerelia steps forward, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and determination. “Hilda, I know this is difficult. We delayed the Luna coronation because I wanted to do this right. I didn’t want you to hate me.”
Luna. She’s becoming his Luna, not me. I want to hate her. Or him for doing this to me. But I can’t. They had no more control over this situation than I did.
Soren’s expression softens slightly but his eyes remain distant. “I’m sorry, Hilda. I really am. But this is how things are now. I hope you can find it in your heart to accept this and move on.”
I look down at my hands, my mind numb. A year has passed, and everything’s changed. While I’d been asleep, dreaming of a future with Soren, he’d settled into a new life.
Cerelia reaches out, her hand resting on my arm, pulling me out of my contemplation. “Hilda, please. I don’t want there to be animosity between us. Can we find a way to coexist?”
I look up at her, seeing the genuine concern in her eyes. She isn’t the enemy, even if it feels that way. She’s just as much a part of this strange new reality as I am. I take another deep breath, nodding slowly.
Soren’s voice drones on, but my mind is too numb to form a coherent response as I stare at them. He’s offering me a life of obscurity within the pack. A way to fade into the background while he moves forward with Cerelia. The thought makes my heart ache, but I can’t muster the strength to argue.
The cold reality of his betrayal is finally sinking in, and I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare. Soren, my mate, my Alpha, my everything, stands beside another woman, offering her the life he once promised me.
And there’s nothing I can do.
I have to find a way to heal, to move forward. Soren has made his choice, and now I have to make mine. I have to accept this new reality, no matter how much it hurts. I just need somewhere to go. And time to lick my wounds.
(Hilda)It’s Cerelia’s Luna coronation ceremony today. It seems like only yesterday that I believed it would be me standing beside Soren, surrounded by our pack, while he confirmed that I was to be his Luna. Now they’re all dressed in their finest and the air is full of joyous celebration for someone else. It’s as if I never existed.I should leave and go back to bed, but I just can’t tear myself away. As I slowly make my way through the crowd, each step sends a sharp jolt of pain through my body. I almost relish the torment, which is nothing compared to the agony in my heart.All I can see is Soren and Cerelia, standing hand in hand and gazing at each other with adoration. The way he looked at me until I opened my eyes and my world imploded.We grew up together. Training side by side. Sharing our hopes and ambitions. I knew him better than anyone and now he’s making another woman his Luna. It’s a betrayal of everything we shared. A man’s voice brings me out of my reverie. “Well, w
(Hilda)My first instinct is to try and fight them off, but my muscles are far too weak after a year of inactivity. The warriors’ grips are like iron and my attempts to struggle are futile.As some of them begin to recognize me as the former Beta of this pack, a warrior who took out many of their comrades, hatred and the thirst for vengeance flare in their eyes. They’re no longer simply following orders, they really want to hurt me.I hate that my eyes fill with tears as desperation claws at my heart. I don’t want to show them that I’m terrified, but panic is overwhelming me. I can’t defend myself in my current condition.Hope surges in my heart when Soren’s voice commands them to stop. The warriors hesitate, releasing their hold on me and for a brief flicker of time I think that Soren may still care about me.Cerelia is by his side, her face a mask of shock and embarrassment as her eyes flash between me and the brother. The crowd’s attention shifts from me to her, and the uncertainty
(Hilda)Damon leaves me alone in the tiny cabin for what feels like an eternity. It’s freezing and I’m hungry enough to start chewing my way through a wall.The worst torment is being alone with my thoughts. Replaying the moment of waking up and Soren’s cold expression when he handed me to Damon like a spoil of war, over and over in my mind.I’m so close to losing my mind completely that I’m happy when 2 of Damon’s men burst into the cabin and drag me outside, throwing me down on the cold, hard ground.Being in the fresh air is wonderful and I bask in the feeling of the freezing wind playing across my face, ruffling my hair almost affectionately.It takes me far too long to raise my gaze and find more than a dozen of Damon’s men standing around me, each of them holding a bow and arrow and looking at me excitedly.They’re planning on hunting me for sport, I realize with dawning horror. I thought Damon’s cruelty had reached its limit, but apparently not.“Go on bitch. We’re giving you a
(Hilda) As if he can sense the turmoil inside me, my rescuer opens his arms and I collapse into them, resting my head against his wide, strong chest. The moment he wraps me in a tight embrace, I shatter. Sobbing into his chest, my body is shaking with the force of my anguish.He holds me close, gently stroking my hair and whispering soothing words that I can’t hear over the deafening roar of my emotions. Tilting my head up, my eyes meet his and madness overtakes me.Without hesitation, I press my lips to his, more than half expecting him to push me away. Instead he hugs me closer. The kiss is tentative at first, as though we’re testing the waters, but need soon eclipses everything else and I kiss him harder, my hands clutching his shirt so I can pull him closer.His lips move against mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Hands roam my back, tracing the curve of my spine, igniting a fire within me. I moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss. Every caress feels
(Hilda)“You’re my mate,” King Arlo repeated, blocking the door. “Your place is here by my side.”I’m not ready for this. I’ve already acted very out of character by sleeping with him after just meeting him, I can’t have found my second chance mate so soon.“No,” I say, my voice firm despite the slight tremble, “I’m not ready for this, it’s too soon after everything with Soren. And you should know that I’m my own woman, King Arlo. I don’t belong to anyone. You’re just… just a rebound.”He seems to find my objection hilarious, barking out a rumbling laugh. “Did you just call the Alpha King your rebound?” he asks with raised brows.His eyes darken as he steps closer to me. A mix of frustration and desire flashing across his features. His presence is imposing and I’m overwhelmed by more than his size. There’s an electric current which crackles between us and my instincts are encouraging me to fall into his arms.“You don’t get to decide when the bond should happen, Hilda,” he tells me, h
(Soren)It’s a cold night, but the chill I feel has nothing to do with the weather. Cerelia lies sleeping soundly beside me, but her presence doesn’t calm me the way it usually does. Guilt gnaws at me, festering like an open wound. Hilda. The mere thought of her name is a dagger to my heart, twisting deeper with every breath I take. Where is she sleeping tonight? What’s Damon done to her?I’d made my decision in a moment of desperation and confusion, convincing myself it was the right thing to do. Handing her over to Damon as though she means nothing to me anymore.Hilda had been in a coma for a year, and the mate bond had faded after only a month. I mourned her with every breath I took. When I met Cerelia, it felt like fate was giving me a second chance. Now it seems that I’m more like the villain in a fairy tale.I’m not going to be able to sleep. The image of Hilda’s eyes, filled with pain and betrayal, haunts me. I promised her everything: love, loyalty, and the title of Luna. To
(Hilda)“I have to go out for a while,” Arlo tells me, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead before pulling on his clothes and heading out the door.The room feels strangely empty without him and I try to shake off the feeling of unease that settles over me. It’s good that I have some time alone, I need to clear my head and think about what just happened between us.Hours pass and still he doesn’t return. Arlo’s servants come and go, bringing food and tending to the fire. They’re efficient and polite, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in their interactions with me. I can’t help but notice the way they avoided eye contact, or the way their hands tremble slightly as they set things down. Curiosity finally gets the better of me and I ask one of the servants, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, what’s going on. “Why do you all seem so nervous?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light. The woman glances around as if checking for eavesdroppers, before leaning in closer. “It’s Kin
(Hilda)Arlo spins me around, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and betrayal. “After last night and this morning, is this honestly what you want?” I bite back a sob, trying to summon the strength to defy him. “Let me go, Arlo. I don’t belong to you.” His grip tightens as he shakes his head slowly. “You belong with me. We’re bonded, Hilda. You can’t deny what’s between us.” “Bonded?” I hiss, “Or trapped?” His eyes narrow, and a dangerous edge creeps into his voice. “If you were trapped I’d hardly be finding you all the way out here, now would I? Why are you running, Hilda? Or should the question be, who are you running to?” “Nobody,” I insist, my voice hoarse. “I don’t have anybody to run to, Arlo. I just want to be free and away from everyone and everything that can hurt me.” A flicker of doubt crosses his features, but it’s quickly replaced by suspicion. “Do you think I’m a fool? I know about Soren.” “Soren?” I echo, genuinely confused. “What does he have to do with this?
AshI wake up cursing, tangled in my sheets like some kind of deranged marionette. The brat did it. She actually did it. Pulled me right into whatever bizarre little web of magic she has, and now, no matter how much I’d like to ignore it, I can feel the pull.Fuck.I rub a hand over my face, groaning. There has to be a way to sever this ridiculous connection. I don’t do attachments. I don’t do obligations.The tiny, tyrannical nightmare in pigtails just yanked me straight out of my perfectly pleasant existence and into something I do not want to be a part of. First of all, werewolves can probably kill me now.Secondly, they don’t have clubs and bars and theatres in the sticks. They have testosterone and family values. I think I’m allergic to the latter.“No, no, no.” I squeeze my eyes shut, as if that might undo whatever ridiculous connection just dragged me into this mess. Of course it doesn’t. Because my luck is absolute shit when it comes to that kid.Groaning, I grab the nearest b
ScarlettDarkness stretches in every direction. Not the scary kind, not the kind that makes my heart race and my hands clutch at the blankets, but the nice, quiet, endless kind.Like a sky without stars, but you know they’re just out of sight. Like the moment before a secret is whispered and you’re all excited.I know I’m dreaming. I always know when I’m dreaming, but this is one of the dreams that isn’t just a dream.I need to find Ash. I know it’s important that he has to come and help us fight the bad man who has daddy. I’m not sure why yet, but that doesn’t matter.Usually it’s easy to just see what he’s doing, but tonight I have to talk to him and I think that’s why it’s more difficult. Mommy says I can talk the hind leg off a donkey, so it shouldn’t be too hard.“Ash,” I call his name, letting it ripple through the nothingness. I can feel the shape of it as I say it. Short and sharp, like the snap of twigs beneath my feet when I walk barefoot next to the creek.There’s no answer
PercyThe city hums with life, humans hurrying through the streets, wrapped in their own worries, never once considering that wolves stalk among them. Which makes my job so much easier. They also have no reason to fear us, since we’ve never actually hunted humans.Nixie moves beside me, her steps careful, gaze sharp as she studies every car that passes, every figure that lingers too long.She’s more comfortable in the wild, where the air is fresh and the only noise comes from insects, animals and us. Here, the air is thick with gasoline and rot. The smell of so many people pressed together makes tracking damn near impossible.But impossible isn’t in my vocabulary. I have no idea how some of us manage to live in the city. The constant assault on my senses is disorienting.The bastards didn’t even try to cover their tracks this time. The tire marks leading into the city were fresh, and the scent of Arlo’s scent clings to Malcolm’s men like oil on water.We followed the trail for miles
ArloAgony pulls me from the darkness. Pain coils through my body, sharp and relentless, as if my veins are lined with barbed wire. My muscles are sluggish, refusing to obey as I try to move.The drug is still in my system, keeping me weak, dulled and vulnerable. I don’t need to see to know where I am.Steel bars surround me, thick and reinforced. The scent of rust and blood is heavy in the air. I know exactly where I am. Hell. And the devil is here, waiting for me to open my eyes.Footsteps echo off the concrete floor and a shadow passes outside the cage, circling me like a vulture waiting to pick over the carcass of something already dying.“Not who I wanted,” Malcolm muses, his voice smooth and casual. The bastard doesn’t even really sound disappointed, though I can see it in the way his lip curls just slightly, the faintest hint of irritation beneath the smirk, “But I suppose you’ll do for now.”“Next time I’ll do the shooting myself and make sure I get my prize. You won’t be aro
Hilda Arlo is gone. The moment I lost sight of him, something inside me cracked, splintering like glass under too much pressure. But I can’t let it break me.He’s still out there and I will keep my broken pieces together until he’s home. The bond between us is faint but unyielding, a whisper in the back of my mind that tells me he’s alive. Hurting and enraged, but alive.My stomach churns as I feel the echoes of his suffering, the distant pulse of his agony. The pain is foreign yet intimate, his torment bleeding into me through the mate bond. I swallow it down, forcing my expression into something unshakable. The pack needs their Luna to bring back their Alpha.I gather them in the war room, standing at the head of the long wooden table. Not having Arlo by my side feels so foreign and wrong.The tension is thick and I force back my pain so I can be the leader they deserve right now. They’re all here, ready and eager to help. Soren, Cerelia, Percy, Nixie, all of our warriors. All wa
Arlo I wake up to the jolt of a moving vehicle. My body feels heavy, my limbs leaden and my mind is sluggish, but it fights to claws its’ way to awareness.The last thing I remember is the sting of the dart, the explosion of smoke, Hilda’s scream in my mind cutting through the chaos before the world faded.Thank the heavens I took the tranquilizer meant for her. She’s safe. I’m the only one trapped in this moving vehicle and that’s enough to bring me peace for a few moment.The thought that she’s unharmed and with our pack keeps me breathing right now. Even as I lie here, pinned by the weight of whatever the bastards drugged me with, my mind screams to get back to them. To Hilda and both our cubs.She won’t let the fact that she’s pregnant hold her back. She’s not going to stay where it’s safe. I know her too well. She’s going to come for me and kill everyone who dares to stand between me and her.She won’t send a rescue party, she’ll lead it herself, because we protect each other. I
HildaMy heart beats in rhythm with my steps, steady and focused as we stalk through the undergrowth.Arlo is by my side and our warriors move in formation behind us, their wolf forms slinking through the trees like shadows.I strain my ears, my nose working to pick up any trace of human scent, but there’s nothing. All I smell is damp earth and the familiar scent of my own people. The air seems even cleaner and crisper than usual. How the hell are they doing this?Cerelia stays at the back of the pack, waiting for her opportunity to help us. I’m comforted knowing she’s here and even more so that Soren will make sure she runs if anything goes wrong.She’s ready to step forward and cast her spell the moment we find the humans. If we find them. So far there’s been very little to go on. Without Soren’s eagle eye, we wouldn’t even know whether we were heading in the right direction.I grit my teeth. No. We will find them. I won’t lose confidence. We’re faster, stronger and have more to los
NixieThe early morning mist clings to the trees, swirling in ghostly tendrils as I walk. The world is quiet, wrapped in the hush of dawn. Usually this is my favorite time of day, but something about the silence unsettles me this morning.It’s too still. The usual sounds of small creatures rustling in the underbrush are absent.A shiver traces down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Some ancient instinct whispers a warning, telling me to slow down.I halt, scanning the treeline. My breath puffs out in a slow, measured exhale. At first, there’s nothing. Just shadows between the trunks and the occasional shift of mist as a breeze stirs it through the air.I squint suddenly, picking up a different kind of movement in the distance. Something shifts, causing a disturbance in the underbrush, subtle but deliberate. It causes the slightest quiver of leaves. If I hadn’t been watching, I wouldn’t have noticed. But I am watching.My pulse hammers. Someone, or something,
Arlo Malcolm is nowhere to be found. The place where he was last seen is nothing but empty air and crushed leaves. No scent of him lingers, no footprints mark the dirt. It’s as if he vanished into thin air.But we all know better. He won’t leave, not until he’s gotten what he wants. Whatever the hell that is. Right now, he’s making sure we know that he’s toying with us.I crouch, fingers skimming the disturbed earth. Soren is beside me, his expression grim, nostrils flaring as he scents the air. “Nothing,” he mutters. “No trace of him.”That alone makes my skin crawl. There should be something. Sweat, old food, even the faintest whiff of adrenaline. But the air is clean, unnaturally so.“We keep moving,” I decide. “There’s only one direction he could’ve gone.” He would have been spotted if he came closer to the pack house and the ravine is too steep and crumbly to traverse.We head deeper into the woods, our footfalls silent on the damp leaves. The deeper we go, the worse the growing