Zayan's Point of ViewSomehow between me not wanting to fuck up but still wanting to fuck her and setting some boundaries, I fucked up anyway. Kamari's face had contorted into shame. Guilt.I could have slapped myself when her eyes dimmed.Her smile faltered.But I had wanted to set boundaries with her from the beginning. Maybe bringing her to my mother's old cottage was a bad idea to start with. Although I needed to get her somewhere that wasn't her home. That was still with me. We should have spent the night together here. I should have been gentle but firm. Instead, I acted like a fucking turtle and climbed into my shell.Should I have run after her when she left? Yes, I should have. Was I too stunned to even move a finger? Yes, I fucking was. In all my time on this earth, I had never seen a woman more poised to run away from me than I had Kamari. Even Eris had taken her time to leave. But the girl had been a cracker shot from its pipe. Eager to move her limbs and run into a bustl
Kamari's Point of View We were busy in the garden. Plucking out weeds and freshening up some roses. My dad wanted to start planting some vegetables in the back corner. Neither of us mentioned the time my mother finally left. I had gone up to my room and slammed the door shut. The two of them resigned themselves to whispering. Sometimes I could still hear my mother's entitled voice plead with him to make me reconsider. Sometimes I could hear my father getting annoyed with the woman. But as of right now, neither of us dared to speak about her. "We can plant various tomatoes and chillis. Throw in some green beans. They all have their set needs, so we will have to start a greenhouse. But we can start small and work our way up." He explained and chucked the last few weeds into a black bag. Weeds weren't meant to go in the compost pile. If they had seeds on them, they would wreak havoc on the heap we had already started working on. So, we threw them away. There were times I wondered i
Kamari's Point of View He instantly started pacing around the room when I let him in. Walked from one point to the other repeatedly until my neck refused to follow him any longer. It was aching. Threatened to break off where my neck met my spine. Sometimes it felt like the room was too small for Nolan and me combined. As if he needed more space to trek and fume. The behavior was so unlike him that I had resigned to just staring at him. My dad had made an appearance about half an hour ago. Noticed Nolan's distressed state and decided he better head off. With a long look sent his way, I silently begged him to take me with. I had never seen Nolan in such a trance. Had always known him to be a level-headed individual. Not this brooding mumbling beast in front of me. As if the notion of his best friend sleeping with the likes of me undid him completely. "Are you going to take a moment to calm down?" I finally asked, feeling my throat tighten. After last night's conflict, I wasn't feel
Zayan's Point of ViewThe trout taunted me with their slow movements. Swirling. Gliding. Ignoring my fucking bait that was right in front of them. Hell, I even whipped the fly fishing rod the way my dad had taught me. Nothing. They remained unphased by my effort. Which infuriated me more. "Unclench your jaw, Zayan. You are scaring the fish." My dad mocked, a taunting smile on his lips. We were about knee depth in the pond. Could feel the cool rush of water against the rubber fishing suit I wore. It was uncomfortable but so was this entire experience. I wasn't a waiting type of person. Hated fishing to my very core.And my dad adored it. So we compromised and promised to spend at least one afternoon a week fishing. A nice relaxing afternoon with just the two of us. Even my phone had been switched off. Which was torture, considering my current predicament with Kamari."They hate the lure I am using," I growled out. This led to my dad chuckling beside me. Effortlessly, he whipped his
Kamari's Point of View The universities deeper into the country seemed more promising than the ones close by. Mainly because they were human-run and not wolf-run. My odds of getting into a wolf university were scarce, seeing as the color of my fur was now on my permanent record. Like some fucking criminal charge. But several human universities had promising programs. The first step I had to take in becoming a psychiatrist would be to study medicine. Which wasn't a walk in the park but at least I had decent enough grades to enroll. A scholarship wasn't even close to being on the table. Up until now, I had thought my dream of going to study would never come true. Then Zayan came and gave me a way to realize it. For that, I would always be thankful. Seven years in medicine. One year in a public hospital. Then specialization for another three years. Eleven years of my life, gone in a flash. My dad wouldn't move with me. I had an inkling he had something on with the sweet barista from
Kamari's Point of ViewJust inside the treeline, Zayan finally shook himself out of his daze. In two or three pumps of his legs, he was beside me. Grabbed my elbow to keep me from going in deeper. When he spun me around, he was faced with a smile on my lips.Because this felt oddly like a teenage movie. The brave heroine was sneaking out to meet her love interest. Normally in a teenage movie, that meant the jock or the rich kid that wasn't supposed to like her. In my case, it meant a brooding wolf that looked like he just stepped off the vogue cover. But also looked ready to kill anyone that might interrupt us.A heady combination that I couldn't always wrap my mind around. "What if someone sees us?" He whispered. His face was a mask of concern. Eyebrows pinched in. Lips tugged into a thin line. Which was a fucking shame, seeing as he had the most kissable lips."How do you always come into the pack without being detected?" I asked again and raised an eyebrow at him. Zayan rolled hi
Zayan's Point of ViewFuck. Fuck. Fuck.I snuck a look at her back there. Her ass. The curve of her spine. Fuck. She was perfectly sculpted. Her hair fell so lovingly to her ass. I wanted to groan when I saw it. But then she was turning and staring at me so that I couldn't even breathe. Having her attention so fully on me set fire to my insides.But standing here in this cave with her, all I could think about was how that patch of moss over there could be the perfect bed. How she could hold onto the rock behind it when she sat on my face. And once we were spent. Happy and trembling. We could dive into the pool to clean ourselves. Maybe even end up having another round in the crystal clear waters."This is the kind of place you can only find in story books," I murmured but felt stupid the moment the words left my lips.Story books? Really? What the fuck was I even thinking? I wasn't, that's the fucking problem. I was too lost in thoughts about her. How her skin would taste. How it wo
Kamari's Point of ViewThe kiss took me off-guard. Curled my toes into the damp earth.But what he had said before was even better. I was wanted and needed. He craved me more than I craved him. Zayan was just restraining himself. Until this moment. Until this cave and all these emotions between us. His hand held my hip tightly to him. Tugged me in close whilst the other wrapped around my cheek. His tongue lapped at the inside of my bottom lip. Asked permission to enter. I granted it. Savored the feel of him.It was my first kiss. My first real kiss. Not some kiddy joke that we did after school back when boys had cooties. This time around, the feel of him pressed into me, I couldn't imagine that I had ever been so fucking dumb to think I could die from this. From this desire that lit something in my soul on fire. Zayan moved his lips over mine. Changed his tempo every so often. The sensation was driving me wild. The slow followed by a hot swirl of need and breath. His hand dropped
Malakai's Point of ViewThree Years LaterWhen I got home from being kidnapped as a child, I knew I would never be able to have children. They had stolen that privilege from me. Snatched it away like thieves in the night.For many years I tried to make peace with it. Work through it.It always stung.Until I met my wife. Until I married her alongside two other men I now called my brothers.Finally, I was able to fit into my own skin. Accept that I might not have biological children of my own but I will have children.The first one took three years to make but it was well worth it. Seeing Kamari with her little belly around the house was always the highlight of my day. It made my world brighter. Shinier. I adored it.Every last drop was wonderful.All four of us lived happily within Jagged Rock. I managed my pack remotely, giving my father some control from time to time. Zayan did the same thing, only his father held almost no control and the old man was pissy about it.Nolan was offi
Malakai's Point of ViewTwo days. Two days and we would be married to the most wonderful woman on earth. Two days and she will become one of the strongest women in werewolf history.Not only did she have her own pack, she also had three mates. Three men that worshipped the ground she walked on. Loved every single aspect of her soul.This was the life I had chosen. The one I had always wanted. Needed.Now more than ever, I was thankful for this blessing. Thankful that Keanus was a pain in my asshole when it came to Kamari.I hated to admit it but the little bugged scored me the biggest prize of my life."Please tell me I'm not the only one that hasn't started on my vows," Zayan whined from his desk on the other side of the room.His hair stood in every direction thanks to his constant ruffling. He looked like a parrot that just took a bath. Every feather in every direction."I did mine last week. I wanted to focus on some other things for the wedding." Nolan offered up as he scanned t
Kamari's Point of ViewThree Months LaterWinter wasn't as bad in Jagged Rock as I remembered. Everything was dead, yes, but it wasn't as cold. Nor as wet. Not that I minded either. With three men sleeping in my bed at night, a girl got hot rather fast.I wasn't complaining. Neither were they.A brush with death made them all realize that I was the one. They were all adamant that this type of arrangement was fine. That they were fine. We bickered from time to time, as one would expect of engaged couples. they bickered all the time. As one would expect from three overgrown toddlers.But everything was right. All of it neatly in place."Hey, what are you doing out here? Do you want to catch a cold the week before your wedding?" My mother called from her cottage.Strange to think that she had changed as well. Handed over the reins to me the moment I was out and about again.According to her, I earned it and then some."Just getting some peace and quiet away from all the people," I call
Malakai's Point of ViewI had dozed off on the couch whilst Keanu carried on with his cartoons. The boy was a brimming ball of energy but soon enough, he had crawled into my arms. Settled in until he fell asleep as well.So, imagine our surprise when our mother came storming into the room. Her shrill voice all but screamed our eardrums out."Malakai! It's Kamari!" She repeated once she realized I was awake.At the mention of her name, I was up. Rushed to the other side of the room to where she stood. Her hand was barely out before I grabbed the phone. Pressed it so hard to my ear that i would have a headache an hour from now."Yes?""The doctor says she is waking up. How fast can you get here?" It was Nolan on the other end.His glee was nearly contagious. Brimmed with excitement. Joy. All of it bled into me. Drummed a steady beat into my step."Give me an hour and clear out the garden. I'm taking the chopper."***The pilot puked the minute we landed. With my flying, I understood wh
Nolan's Point of ViewIt was the perfect day for a funeral. Storm clouds brewed overhead. People were dressed in black. Wrapped in scarves and staring down into a dark pit.It was a miracle it wasn't raining. That the sky relented just for this one moment in time. To commemorate the fall of someone. The sky could mourn later. We wanted to mourn now. Was fully entitled to it, all things considered.Even mother nature had a heart, after all. Malakai had gone back home. Tail tucked between his. Back bowed. His people needed him now. Feared that the rebellion and troubles would spill into their territory. he had gone back to appease them. Put their minds at ease.Zayan was holed up in his room most days. Cried from time to time but always denied it.But I was left to run two packs for the time being. Rachel couldn't. Nor could Gaelan. The state they were in wouldn't allow for rational decision-making. The other alternative was me. The one person on this earth that wasn't born to do t
Kamari's Point of ViewHe was ripping at his hair. Cursing everyone and everything. Screaming. Crying. A grown man reduced to shambles right in front of me. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost but not entirely. "He's dead. He's dead. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He was unraveling before my eyes.Arik fired a shot. Another shot. Let the bullets pepper into the ceiling.I knew he was sick. Knew that he had surely gone mad when Eris also left him. That was no secret but I never imagined he would go this far. Deteriorate this much in such a short span of time."You killed him! You fucking did this! What did you think will happen? You ride off into the sunset a hero? As fucking if!" I screamed.Malakai braced himself. Crouched down enough that he could lung at him at any second without hesitation. But I was already on my feet. Touched Malakai gently.Even when Arik turned the gun on me, I carried on walking until he was right in front of me. Had the gun pressed between my ribs."I didn't... I did
Kamari's Point of View My blood ran cold at the sight of those guns aimed at them. No one from below could see the men. They were well hidden. A death trap for anyone below. This was the last piece of evidence I had need. The last straw that broke the camel's back. Shifting back, I didn't even bother with getting dressed. Rushed over to the crowd in a blur. Nolan and Malakai weren't far behind. Remained on my heels as I shoved myself through everyone. Arik noticed my scent then. His nostrils flared. Eyes narrowed in on the tightly packed crowd in front of him. "Arik!" I screeched and broke the front of the line. His eyes landed on me. Were two small slits compared to the rest of his face. Bags lined the bottom of them. Black, not blue. Hair seemed more undone than ever before. He wasn't tearing at the seams anymore. He had gone full-on mad. Pointing guns at his pack. Looking like utter hell. This was a madman. A tyrant about to lose control and he knew it. "Ah, the prodigal
Kamari's Point of View "There is no way in fucking hell that I am allowing you to go! Do you understand me, Kamari? Not a fucking chance!" My mother screamed at me from across the room. Her eyes were bulging out of her head. Veins popped out on her neck and forehead. But my mind was made up. Nolan, Malakai, and I were going to Crescent Shine tonight. Already had most of what we needed loaded into the car. If things went south, I instructed both of them to leave me there. To head back this side. They had a lot to lose and I wasn't willing to put their lives on the line. "My mind is made up and there is no going back. He crossed a fucking line! Bombed the school! Hurt Zayan! I need to do this!" I screeched back and flung my leather jacket over my shoulders. Another present from the man now laying in a hospital bed somewhere in this house. I couldn't bring myself to see him yet. Silently promised that I would come back, just to make sure he was fine. That he was alright. Thriving,
Malakai's Point of View We were all stationed at opposite ends of the school. Had our eyes peeled for anything that might look out of the ordinary. Even a car passing by one too many times would be reported. Nothing and no one came in or out. Until the explosion hit. It was on the side Zayan had been stationed at. Was ear-deafening, even from so far away. Shook the wind from my lungs. "No," I gasped and made my way through the school. All of the guards ran with me. Not a single one was spared as we traversed this foreign ground. It took us two minutes to get to the other end. To see the chaos in front of us. Body parts were strewn all along the path. Dust floated in the air above a crater in the ground. Another second passed as I mutely stood and took in the carnage in front of me. The vague smell of cooked pork drifted up my nose. Reminded me of the time I had tried to help someone trapped in a housefire. Then my mind jumped to Kamari. To her well-being and everythin