[Hyacinth] "TABITHA!!!" I screamed. She and I might have her differences, but for all that is wrong about her, she does seem to really love my father. She came rushing over the hill as if on springs and fell to her feet when she saw my father, her hand pressed against his chest. I pulled out my phone and called the nearby hospital, Moon River, to have my father life-flighted to the city for care. While I gave the instructions, my stepmother was whispering something in Henry's ear while tracing her finger along his chest. I couldn't hear it all, but one of the things I did hear was "Stay with me, Henry." Tabitha wrapped herself around him like a blanket wouldn't allow anyone near him. I was about to ask Slate to forcibly remove her so that I could examine him when we finally heard the helicopter in the distance. Thankfully, by the time the paramedics loaded him onto the gurney, his heart was still beating, although erratically. I felt so helpless, not only as a daughter but as a p
[Hyacinth] "His daughter," my heart bubbles over with hope upon hearing this news. "You wouldn't by chance have his current address and phone number? The pack seems to have lost his contact information and I have a few cases I'd like his help with," I explain, not quite telling the whole truth but not quite lying either. "That is if he'd be open to hearing from a new doctor from his old hometown." Her smile brightens. "Oh yes, I have all of his contact information." She then points towards the main desk. "I can get it for you if you can wait a few minutes. I left my phone at the nurse's station." Nodding enthusiastically, I watch her walk out and head back toward the nurses' station at the end of the hall. While I am sad that it took my father to fall ill for me to get this information, I almost feel like the Moon Goddess herself is on my side by guiding me to such a good lead. What are the odds that the daughter of the man I have been searching for is my father’s nurse? I have neve
[Slate]“I asked a question, Slate, and I demand an answer,” Ash is stomping her feet while holding the door open, “Now!”“What am I doing?” I question myself internally. “You’re claiming our mate,” Sage insists. “But she doesn’t have a wolf, not yet, how can she be our mate?” I interrogate my wolf. “What we are feeling isn’t the mate pull.”“Maybe it is,” Sage suggests. “But maybe it is just weak because her wolf isn’t ready yet.”“But what if we’re wrong?” I insist. What if I’m wrong? What if I've been wrong this whole time?My hands fall to my sides as I slowly stand to face Ashlynd. The expression in her eyes is anger and something else, disbelief--as if this scenario isn’t just offensive, and upsetting, but impossible. "Let's talk about this outside," I insist. Looking back at their father lying prone in the bed behind us. "This is not the place for this conversation.""We're going to talk here and now," she stomps her feet again like a whining child, her face red and puffy w
[Ashlynd] I am so grateful to the witch who made this brew for me, it always works like a charm. I am also grateful for my mother, who introduced me to the witch and made sure I understood how to prepare this concoction so that I could make more whenever I need. I’m also grateful to the Moon Goddess herself for sending Slate my way in the first place. No matter how he resists, I know that he is meant to be mine. He just needs a little help remembering that sometimes. As the familiar red haze clouds his vision and he begins to nuzzle my neck, I feel my wolf, Annabel, rising to the surface, adding her unique musk to the brew. “Do you think we can get his wolf to mate me this time,” she whines. “I want to meet his wolf so badly.” “Patience,” I advise her. “We don’t want to rush things. He might become frightened if he isn’t ready for us.” She grumbles but also understands. My wolf is a little bit different than most. It has to do with my very unique, some would even say impossible
[Hyacinth] Slate almost kissed me. Again. Does he have any idea what that is doing to my heart? It is so confusing, this hot and cold relationship he and I have. Sometimes I think he's trying to tell me something without words. Sometimes I am not sure if he just wants to be friends or something more, while at other times he completely ignores me, or worse, shuns me. My parents, before my mother died, had a beautiful relationship. They loved each other so completely and created a home that glowed warm with that same love. I had always hoped to have a home like that someday. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. I love Bash, I love him more than I have words to express, and he has always been enough for me, but that was before I met Alpha Slate Danvers. Damn that wolf, but he stirs feelings in me that I don't know how to understand. How can I have so many feelings for someone I shouldn't want, someone who should be more like a brother to me? It would probably help if he didn't
[Hyacinth] My father sat up a little taller, trying to find a comfortable spot before telling me everything he had been avoiding since I first returned to this pack. Things he should have told me long before I was ever forcibly removed. "First thing I feel I need to tell you, Cindy, is that I don't know as much as you probably need to know," he sighs. "There is so much that your mother didn't know about her abilities, about her people, since her parents worked hard to hide who they are." I take a seat, pull up the chair, and ask. "Why would they want to hide who they are?" "Because," he sighed. "They moved to the United Werewolf States not to escape political upheaval, but to escape persecution. Many people, many wolves, misunderstand the nature of Eclipse wolves. They don't see them as the true miracle from the Moon Goddess that they are. Some think they are witches or something close enough to witches that they might as well be witches. Some hunted them believing that consuming
[Ashlynd] “Mother, it didn’t work, it always works!” My mother winces as she listens to my continued whining about losing the Alpha this afternoon due to my stupidity. We are standing in the parking lot where Slate disappeared two hours ago. She is trying to be patient as she listens to me, but I can also see the throbbing vein in her forehead signaling that she is inwardly annoyed, even if she isn’t expressing it outwardly. “So tell me again, slowly, and in a clear voice, what happened…exactly.” Mother asks calmly, her voice steady and low, not revealing even the smallest hint of irritation. “What happened before you entered the elevator? “They were almost kissing!” I shout. She glares at me and I lower my eyes and my voice. “I caught them in time, but their lips were so close.” “Would it have been their first time?” I can see her cataloging details, as she tries to make sense of what occurred. “Do you know why they were kissing this time?” “He kissed her quickly once before,
[Slate]Where am I?I’ve lost track of time. I am not sure when I shifted, but something happened to force me into this form. Sage isn’t speaking, even though he is in control. The last thing I remember is being in the elevator with Ashlynd, but everything goes blank. I hope I didn’t do anything to her. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt her or anyone else due to lack of control.My paws ache like I’ve been walking around for hours. The sun is starting to set and the chill from the water is making me shiver through my fur. I don’t feel right. I want to shift back, but I don’t seem to be able to do so. Sage is in control, even if he isn’t talking to me. I don’t feel right. Not just the lack of control, but also sick. My body is hot and cold, moving from anger to lust to fear. What is that smell? I know that smell. It smells like home. Vanilla, Anise, and Apple Blossoms with a touch of something stronger. Something irresistible. I could live in that scent, drown in it, roll around in