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[Hyacinth]“What do you mean, something bigger?” I turn from watching Ash stumble down the street back towards the hospital to looking at my mate’s scruff, unshaven face. He is so handsome, even when he’s not quite clean or ready for his day. In many ways, he is even more attractive because he is so relaxed and at peace even after Ash’s terrible display. Slate turns to me as well, his blue eyes intense, as if battling his own thoughts. "I don't know," Slate answers, shaking his head sadly. I can see that he is worried and sad about Ash. They were together for six years. I'd worry more if he were not concerned about her. "But whatever it is that I cannot remember about yesterday, either Sage doesn't remember either or he is hiding it for some reason. She was the last person I remember seeing and then you were the next person once I was in control again. It just feels like too much to be a coincidence."I find myself unable to argue with his logic. There has been something very off ab
[Slate] After his declaration, everyone started to laugh and his little cheeks puffed up and out while his face burned red and his green eyes kindled with an inner fire. But Sebastian James, the powerful little alpha pup, did something nobody expected. He started to cry. Not just little tears, but big, wracking sobs, like his heart is breaking into a thousand little pieces. “Whoa there, Bash,” Hyacinth kneels beside him with her arms open wide. He falls into her embrace, burying his face in her hair. “I know you believe this is true, but we talked about this," she sighs as she says this, looking up at me in apology for her son's embarrassing display. "But he is my father, he is! Kai says so and he is never wrong!" He insists, stomping his feet in frustration. "Kai doesn't lie. He says that he can sense he is our real father," his whimpers transform into rapid breaths as he struggles around his now stuffed-up nose. Hyacinth squeezes her little pup a bit tighter. It must be so
[Slate] Hyacinth's eyes are quietly watching us both. She looks frightened but what is she afraid of? What does she think is going to happen next? I can tell she has so much more to say but instead of speaking, she is waiting. "More than anything," and I mean every word that I saw as I look into his eyes, "I wish I could be your father more than anything else right now." A tear rolls down his mother's cheek as she watches this interaction. I hope she can hear how sincere I am and the depth of how much I care. "And even though that isn't possible, I hope we can still," I pause, trying to choose my words wisely. "I'm hoping to marry your mom someday, and I hope we can all be a family, that is, if you are okay with me joining you." Hyacinth gasps. I guess I just proposed to her through her son. I'll have to do better next time, although I know that even if I had proposed to her in private, he would need to approve it as well. Bash stares at me for a few minutes before his little hea
[Hyacinth] Slate looks more than a little bit worried as we find a pull-out on the side of the highway. The strange banging and scratching sounds seem to have stopped, leaving us with more questions than answers. As soon as the car stops rolling, Slate pops open the hood and begins to peek inside, grumbling under his breath. Just as I reach into my bag for my phone, it pings letting me know that I just received a new text. Opening it, I see that I have received about half a dozen text and phone messages. Flipping through them, it soon becomes clear that I need to call Blake right away. “Slate!!” I shout as I press the call now button. “I think we have a bigger problem than your car.” “I’m sorry, what?” he looks around the hood of the car towards me, a bit of grease smudged on his nose. “Did you say something?” I move my arms frantically waving him over while I keep the phone to my ear. I’m about to reply when Blake picks up on the other end. She is sobbing over the phone
[Hyacinth]Slate opens the trunk which flies open. Inside, curled up amongst the jumper cables and spare tires is Bash, who blinks up into the sunlight at the both of us, his eyes wide with shock, his mouth open as if he were about to start yelling for help. He was in the middle of tapping on the trunk door, lying on his back with his feet and clawed fingertips in the air.“Finally!” he stretches and his claws retract as he reaches his arms out to be picked up. “I was thinking you’d never find me!”“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!!!?” I try not to scream but I’m not sure right now if I should be happy or angry. “Do you know how much trouble you are in right now?”“But Mama,” his little lip begins to tremble as I pull him out of the trunk. His arms squeeze my neck into a tight hold as if he is afraid I might disappear. “I promised you. I need to keep you safe.”“Your Mama is just frightened, little wolf. She thought some bad people had gotten you or something very bad had happened to you.
[Hyacinth] “Superheroes,” Slate looks skeptical. “Like Superman?” As we made our way along the highway headed south, we decided to take Bash with us on our little adventure down the coast. It was easier than taking him back to River City and then heading out alone again. Besides, it seemed like a good idea to have some family time, although alone time would have been nice as well. I blush at the idea of more time alone with Slate. We have had so little time together, and I feel a need to be closer to him. I hope he still feels the same way about me as I tell him the next part. “Not exactly,” I try to explain what we mean, but it just created even more questions for Slate, who looked a bit lost as the discussion continued. “So let’s see if I understand,” he is trying so hard to stay calm, but I can see a bit of panic in his eyes, even as his tone remains compassionate, “little Bash here has the power to make people’s minds turn off which he’s had since his wolf began to material
[Hyacinth] After grabbing a quick snack in town, we begin our arduous journey up the tall mountain. After eating a couple of cookies and staring at the trees for about twenty minutes, Bash passes out from too much sugar and far too much excitement. I put the address I received from Nurse Stevens as the current location of her father. It is going to be a long drive, up and down the mountainside taking close to an hour. Doc Stevens lives deep in the Ben Lomond forest, surrounded by coastal redwoods, high above the ocean in a house looking out to the sea. It should take us another 40 minutes to get there, or at least what the GPS is signifying as we make our way up along the twisty mountain roads. “Have you ever been here before?” Slate turns on the car radio as we make our way past some fallen trees from an early fall storm. “To the ocean?” “Not for a very long time,” I admit, “My mom preferred to vacation in the mountains. She loved the ice and snow and adored skiing. Considering s
[Hyacinth] “Mexico!” I shout and then look back nervously at the car. Thankfully Bash is still asleep. “Well shoot,” I whisper angrily. “That was a waste of time!” After spending a few minutes looking around for a scrap of paper and a pencil, I write Dr. Stevens a note letting him know who I am, where I came from, and how to contact me. “Please contact me as soon as you get this,” I begin the last lines of my letter. “We have so much to talk about.” Folding it up nicely, I leave it for him in his mailbox. "Just because we didn't get to meet the doctor," Slate comes up behind me as we stand next to the car watching Bash sleep. "Doesn't mean this has to be a wasted trip. What do you say we have a little family beach vacation.""Family vacation," I try not to grin too widely. "But we've only just barely become a family. Doesn't it feel too soon?""Too soon for what," Slate asks. "The world is uncertain. You never know what tomorrow is going to bring. I think if we don't take a moment
[Hyacinth]What happens next still feels like an impossible nightmare. It was such a blur that it almost didn't feel real. Slate and I freed our senior pack members and they in turn freed the others. The remaining witches were gathered and imprisoned in the very cages they had created for the wolves who were now free. Silver doesn't have the same effect on them so the shackles and cages do not burn them, so in a way, we are treating them with more humanity than they ever showed us. The pack leaders who had attended the summit and our pack have allied. We call our new coalition The Protection and Preservation Coalition and as part of this coalition, each member pack has agreed to share resources and skills to build a standing army of trained soldiers with Alpha Silvers in charge of their training, making the Blue Moon Pack the premier location for training the best soldiers..We made the mistake before of believing the witches are long gone. Now that we know that we were tragically
[Hyacinth]The room is filled with the sound of chanting. Nobody has noticed Slate and me yet, which is good. We don't want them to see us. We need to save our people. If we are lucky, we can make quick work of this and save our pack.And our son, who is at the center of it all. He is the source of their spell. I can see the energy being drawn from him like the witches are drinking his soul. Slate squeezes my hand and through our link shows me an image of what we must do. The me from before all of this would have hesitated, but now I know that hesitation will just lead to more heartbreak and pain for everyone. "We can't let any of them escape," he is full of so much vengeance that I am a bit frightened of and for my mate. This time apart, and the pain he has received from the witch's hands, has changed my gentle Alpha into someone harder.Will he ever be free of this pain he now holds inside--someday perhaps but not today. Today he will have his revenge. And so will I. Slowly, I
[Sebastian]I know the bad man in the cloak. I remember him when I met him before. I should have whammied him before he could hurt us. The other kids can see the truth too. His illusions do not work on us. Maybe it is because they are a part of my pack now. I claim all of them. I am their alpha. The mean witches chained us all together. The chains end in a necklace and two bracelets that burn where they touch our skin. Some of us have blisters from where they rest, There is no way to move our hands or legs without much pain.None of us have gotten food or water, and the little ones are so scared.I am scared too, but I don't want my pack to know. I need to be like my papa. Strong and silent, ready to defend them. The grown-ups came to rescue us, and we were so excited to see them. First, it was the Gamma and Drew, but then I saw they were not themselves. They were put in one of the awful silver cages.A kind old lady and a bunch of wolves came in a few minutes later. But like the ot
[Hyacinth] Once the stars cleared from my eyes and my lungs remembered how to breathe, I looked up at my handsome mate lying above me, his body resting on his forearms, still glowing from the power of our union. My legs are wrapped around his waist as my body seeks to capture every last ounce of his love. Panting, and covered in sweat, our bodies rock softly as we settle back to earth. My legs slowly relax. We just made love in the forest after playing tag as wolves. For so long I never thought I'd have this, that I'd have a mate. But now that our souls are joined, I know that he isn't just my mate--he is my other half. "Hyacinth," Slate speaks into my head, his words as clear and sharp as if he had opened his mouth and said the words aloud. As he gently pulls out of my core to lie down next to me, I shiver at the feeling. It feels so much more intimate now--I not only feel what I am feeling, but I can feel what he is feeling too, as if I am both of us at the same time. Lying
[Thirty minutes earlier][Roderick]I should have never come here. I should have stayed in my swamp. Wolves and witches are dying all around me, terrified as they watch my illusion unfold around them. This is why others cannot use my power. This is why we stay far, far away from all of this. When a wolf like me interferes, when we join the fight, it often causes more harm than help. We intended to scare the witches, but a spell like this does not discriminate. Everyone in the area is affected, including the wolves who are little more than prisoners. Rushing from their seats, they may run towards the shelter of the auditorium. Those who were sitting closer to the front almost trample the ones towards the back as they make a mad dash to escape. The Beta and her team move forward, eliminating as many witches as they can. Unfortunately, the wolves in the audience are not in control of their bodies, the spell holding them captive is. And right now the remaining witches are terrified
[Ashlynd]I am dying. I know I am dying because I can feel the life draining from my body as the blood flows from my wounds, wounds that were inflicted by the love of my life and my darling sister, his mate.Seeing them run after one another, initiating their mating ritual, covered in my blood is not how I expected my wedding day to end.If only I hadn't been born a witch. Today would have been magical when Slate and I finally found one another, joining as man and wife. It would have been the beginning of a beautiful life together. But instead, my sister and the rest of the rebellious pack attacked and took everything important away from me in one deft move. When she bit the rings from my hand, I could no longer feel his heart, how in those moments as the spell started to take hold, he both pitied and hated me. The spell to make him my familiar, my witch's pet. would have forced him to be loyal and faithful and do what I wanted without complaint.It would have been as if I were the
"Mark me?" I whimper as I retake my bipedal form, returning to a body with only two legs instead of four. "You are my Luna," he growls as his form shifts above me. It has been so long since I've had him this close to me, naked and vulnerable, wanting to touch me, that I start to cry as I reach up to touch his chest. "Are you sure that is what you want," I want him, now more than ever, but I don't want him to feel like he is making a mistake. His expression softens as he bends his elbows, lowering himself to me so that he can press his lips to mine gently. "It's all I've wanted for a very long time, Hyacinth. I want you to be my Luna, my wife, and the mother of my pups.""About that, I reach up and touch his face," that night, before you asked Ash to be your mate.His face darkens. "I don't want to talk about that right now," he insists as he kisses me again, this time with more need. "I want you, I want my mate. And I need you to be mine, now. Not just because I want you, but becaus
[Hyacinth]Slate gives me a small head start. Bounding ahead, my heart pounding, I run on my new wolf legs, sprinting through the trees, weaving around them like the breeze itself, touching the branches and the bark with my fur as I brush past them yet easily missing any logs, rocks, or pitfalls in my path. I am graceful and strong in my wolf form, and my legs are long and powerful. Even though Halcyon is the one in charge, I can still feel everything--the cool wetness of the soil beneath the pads of my feet, the smell of fresh rain in the branches of the tall pine trees. And the scent of my mate not far behind me. He smells so good, so mouthwateringly delicious. Like the sweetest candy.Now I finally understand the gravity of what had been taken from me when my mother chose to seal off my wolf. She took away a whole world of sensations. I played in these trees as a little girl and ran through them gleefully as I played with the other pups. I had no idea what I was missing without
[Hyacinth]By the time I make it to the top of the aisle, Ashlynd is already holding Slate's hand as a preacher speaks over the two of them. Next to her are two of her new witch sisters. Next to Slate is nobody. I have already missed the part where they ask those in attendance if they have any objections to this union. Knowing Ashlynd, she probably didn't even include that part. She isn't the type to welcome opposing opinions. Everyone is focused on the scene in front of them. In the audience is my father and his wife, my evil witch step-mother. Also included are all the alphas and their senior cabinet members who came to the summit and Alpha Beta Ball. Every important wolf on the West Coast, as well as a few from the East Coast and one as far away as France. I'd be impressed if I wasn't terrified. All of these wolves are under her compulsion, controlled by the spell worn around Ashlynd's neck. I stand there, unnoticed and numb, unable to move as I listen to his promise to love an