~Parker’s Point of View~ “Dude we’ve been out for a week, there’s not been a single lead. We’re running ourselves ragged here and it’s shit for morale. It’s time to go home, let some others try a new direction,” Pax says, scratching the back of his head. I know he’s right. I hear him. Offering to stay on my own is suicide and I know that too. I’ve never been the type to cut and run when the chips are down but… This is pointless, especially when it rained for the last two days straight and everyone was miserable. Looking for a needle in a haystack. A needle that doesn’t want to be found no less. “You’re right. I just keep feeling like we’re so close to something. You heard from Hunter lately? He’s still around right,” I ask, as we hunch over a map. Pax shakes his head and sighs. We’ve had a dozen males out here busting their ass day and night searching for any sign of Hannah’s brothers or Isaac. Nobody we’ve talked to seems to have seen a damn thing. It’s almost like they’ve be
~Hannah’s Point of View~ A tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly swat it away as I watch Rafe dance with Cassandra. She’s in her element, unbelievably happy. And why shouldn’t she be? She won. She’s even wearing that fucking crown. What a stupid bitch. When a soft hand moves into mine, I nearly lose it. My lip trembles and it’s all I can do to hide it. There’s no way I can give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. “Don’t worry, I’m making a plan,” Scarlett whispers. Goddess bless her, she hates Cassandra as much as I do. I even had to talk her out of putting poison ivy in her bed. Though I don’t know why. I guess I knew I’d be blamed. I sigh as my eyes find the Alpha and Luna, their happy gazes clearly fixed on the couple. Next I seem to focus on Seth, and he looks about as pissed as I do. Though his heart isn’t broken. That’s what I get for trusting a male. “Challenges force us to show what we’re made of.” “I’m loyal to you when no one else is.” These words … they
~Rafe’s Point of View~ “You haven’t heard anything? Nothing at all? And why is that exactly, hmm? I very seriously doubt you even called. That you reached out. Did you even talk to any elders? Talk to dad,” I growl, losing any semblance of patience I have left. My father’s been blowing me off all week, likely not wanting to get in the middle. Expecting I’ll tow the line, do as I should. “They haven’t gotten back to me! These things take time, Rafe! Those people live in the mountains, off grid they don’t exactly all have phones,” my mom defends. I run my fingers through my hair and stomp my foot in frustration. Every second I let this continue isn’t doing anyone any good. And for all her faults, I don’t even want to hurt Cassandra. Sure, she’s a spoiled and selfish brat, but she doesn’t deserve to be lied to either. Have the rug jerked out from under her for a second time. Humiliated in front of her friends and family. She’s been all over me for days and it’s making me literally
~Hannah’s Point of View~ As I lay in Parker’s arms, the sudden urge to have him inside me is overwhelming. The feeling of us being joined is nothing like I’d ever had. Well, it’s not like I’ve done it with anyone else… but I don’t know if I’d want to. Both he and Rafe give me such different things, fulfill me in different ways. I’m not entirely sure why Rafe didn’t push for more while we were alone. It wasn’t like my body didn’t want it, my mind though… that probably needed some persuading. I swear since I’ve come to Nightwind it's like my mind and body want such different things. I can only pray the Goddess brings my wolf, that maybe that’s where the split is coming. She’s really trying her best to break through. I just need to forget Rafe for now. I am so sick of talking, so if he’ll let me show him with my body… that’s what I need. I’m groggy from having little sleep but I need this too badly. There’s an obvious hum throughout my entire body, there’s a pulse between my legs. T
~Parker’s Point of View~ *You’ve had her for three days, cut the shit,* Rafe barks, over mind-link as I rub my face and try to wake up. How could I possibly want to get out of bed with the sexiest female alive in my arms? I feel like we’ve really turned a corner, like we have real trust. She was so vulnerable when her wolf or whatever was happening to her came through. I can’t lie to myself; it freaked me out. It's not like any wolf shift I’ve ever seen though she never fully developed into anything. There were some sprouts of fur on her arms and even her face. Though I haven’t told her that. There’s definitely some kind of shifter inside her, of that I have no doubt. And so what if she’s a bear or a tiger or some shit? It changes absolutely nothing. She is my mate. Only the question remains: is she also Rafe’s? *What can I say? Words mean so little. She’s more than showing me who she wants,* I taunt, over mind-link. *Boy is she! We’re going to have to send out for more condoms a
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “She puuuuur eddd… She … purred, and then the male wolf … mmmm ooo uuu… mooohh…” I trail off, making a face at the words. I cock my head to the side as I try to sound it out in my head. “Mounted… Mounted his female,” Scarlett says, nodding enthusiastically. My mouth drops as she moves to turn the page. What?! “It gets REALLY good after that so keep going. This is one of the graphic novels I have,” she says, excited. “What do you have me reading,” I say, stunned. I mean after the times I’ve had with both Parker and Rafe nothing should shock me. But she’s 14! They actually put this stuff in books?? At 14 I was nowhere close to having extremely intimate thoughts about males! “I told you! It's called, “Love Under The Moon.” I’ve read it like four times, soo soo good,” she swoons. I gape at her, not sure what to think. “I hardly think that you should--” KNOCK KNOCK Scarlett groans, quickly tucks the book under her pillow then rolls off her bed to answer
~Rafe’s Point of View~*Rafe? Rafe!! I forbid you to leave!! This is treasonous behavior!! I’ll call the team back,* my father barks, over mind-link.Our caravan is already on the outskirts of the pack. All the males with us are far more loyal to me than my father so if he barks at them I doubt they’ll listen. I hope not.*Don’t do this to your pack Rafe! There will be no forgiving it, get back here to your fiance,* my mom shouts, just as the connection breaks due to the distance.I sigh in relief and then realize I’m resting my head on Hannah’s shoulder. If she minds, she doesn’t say so. We stay like that for a long time as everyone in the caravan mind-links a strategy. We decide to go about three-quarters of the way between where the boys were last sighted and the pack. By the time we get there they should have made good progress.We stop only once so that Parker can send a letter to the Barclay Mountain pack with how many will be coming and when to expect them. Us? There’s no way
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Why don’t you finish the end,” Pax says, handing me the book. I make a face, hating that he’s putting me on the spot. But it’s been two days of everyone taking turns reading the story on and off. I’m ready to hear the end already! “It’ll take me ten times as long to get through it,” I whine, hating that I sound pitiful. He shrugs. “It’s a few pages,” he says, like it's no big deal. “We all had to learn sometime,” Kyle says.. “Yeah but I bet you learned a decade ago,” I insist, but snatch the book out of Pax’s hands. He grins. I sit in front of the fire, though it's the middle of the day the air is a bit crisp and chilly. I’m glad that Parker packed sensible clothes for our trip, no fancy dresses or shoes. I’m really starting to like blue jeans, I’d never had a nice pair before. There are two search teams out right now, and Parker has gone too. My heart is heavy with each passing hour that we don’t find any clues. I need the distraction so I clear my
~Epilogue~ ~Three Years Later~ ~Scarlett’s Point of View~ I look down at the fur sprouted on my hand and gasp. I’d been feeling a weird tingle in my brain for the last two days, and I absolutely knew what that meant. But to see it finally happening, to have it be real… “Are you there,” I whisper, as I continue to stare at my skin. I’m suddenly hotter than I’ve ever felt, it’s truly unnatural. Literally all I want is to tear this dress off and shave my head if it’ll help cool me off. Since I’m alone in my room I decide I could care less, and I strip since I don’t want my dress to get shredded anyhow. Everyone is at a picnic down by the pond, and though I’m sure the twins are wondering where I went, but something told me it was best to be alone. The sun is setting, and too soon the full moon will be showing itself. This is absolutely the moment every girl dreams of, getting her best friend for life. *Hmm, what’s that smell,* I hear, making me gasp. I practically shoot off the bed
~Frederick’s Point of View~ She could very well be a trap. An attempt to lure me away. My senses tell me the heartbeat is steady, not nervous or anxious. It’s not moving either. I instantly know she’s studying me. “I mean you no harm,” I whisper, though I know she’d hear it. My body relaxes slightly, of course not picking up much of a threat. Though I’ve been fooled by females before. Considering I’m still on the property of the Rhodes clan, I absolutely shouldn’t let my guard down. For whatever reason, I kneel. I don’t know another way to tell her that she can come to me. It’s barely a minute before I hear some movement and when I catch sight of her, maybe a quarter mile away, I simply can’t look anywhere else. Her scent is stronger now but it’s bogged down with grime, dirt. Probably nowhere for her to bathe out here. It took many decades to be able to get my lycan eyes to work as I needed. To be able to see at night and focus. Lycans use their hearing and their nose for most th
~Frederick’s Point of View~ I sigh, looking down at the gas meter, it’s nearly at the end. When I see a service station up ahead with a diner, I decide to finally stop. My lycan can run for hours and refuel from eating, but driving is so different. It’s barely been five hours and I’m exhausted. *Yeah well, I like food,* my wolf, Xavier says, with a yawn. I can only smile, still having to get used to the other voice in my head though he’s been with me awhile now. Once I’m seated in the diner and looking at the menu, I nearly ask myself what the hell I’m doing. Is this really just a fool’s errand I’m on? An excuse to get away for a bit? Maybe both. *I don’t fully get it, but I haven’t seen anywhere outside of the pack so I say a little trip is a good thing,* my wolf replies. “What can I get you hun,” I hear, as I turn to look at the waitress. Even seated I’m still nearly as tall as she is standing. “Coffee, black and the special please. Very rare on the burger,” I say, putting th
~Six Months Later~ ~Rafe’s Point of View~ “That’s it baby, it’s almost time to push,” I say, reaching to brush some stray hairs off of Hannah’s sweaty face. She straight up growls at me, but I only offer a smile. The labor has lasted several hours, which Jane says isn’t uncommon for lycans. Everything is on their time, when they’re ready. Shifters usually pop babies out within an hour or so of their water breaking. But this is all new to me. While we know it’s only one baby, we don’t know the gender. We were tempted to visit another pack that has an ultrasound machine but decided it was better to be surprised. After raising two boys though, I know my mate wants a little girl to love on. *It’s a girl, I feel it,* Cruz boasts. When I see Parker come in with a video camera, I quickly motion to cut it. Now is hardly the time! But Parker does what he wants, and this won’t be any exception. As if it happens in slow motion I watch Jane palm the front of the camera and pitch it in a cor
~Parker’s Point of View~ I grab Hannah and hold her, gently rubbing her back. I mind-link our sage to bring something to settle her belly, though I know it's the stench of death making her sick and not our baby. I watch in horror as the guys pull out jars with brains, hearts and who knows what. All parts of lycans. There are notebooks and charts. They were studying them. Not too surprising but, gross no less. A growl breaks out and Hannah’s head jerks up to see where the noise came from. We both see Frederick studying a large jar and then suddenly, he’s off and running with it. Hannah’s eyes meet mine. “I’ll mind-link mom to check on him. Maybe it was a scent he recognized. Goddess, his people have been gone for so long. Could they really have something that old,” she questions. I shake my head, unsure. “You have a wolf now, we personally saw the Goddess and her parents. Shit… anything is possible,” I say. I nearly also mention that I’ve cheated death many times in the last cou
~Later That Month~ ~Hannah’s Point of View~ I make a face and stare at my hand, then shake it and throw it like I’m Spiderman trying to make a web. At long last, the full moon has arrived. And not that I haven’t wanted to believe the Goddess, I definitely have. I mean she’s already been huge with the mind-linking thing. It’s literally been invaluable, more than I could have ever imagined. “And you’re totally sure the shift won’t hurt the baby,” Parker asked Jake, for the fifth time. Getting annoyed, I fall into a camping chair. “I know it seems like it would hurt the baby, but shifting for she-wolves is perfectly safe for the first three months. The last two months it’s better to err on the side of caution and the wolf understands that,” Jake says. They keep talking but it fades out. A lull practically pings in the back of my mind like someone is trying to mind-link me. Someone who doesn’t normally. If it’s a signal my body is familiar with, it comes right through. I wait a mi
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Loyalty amongst rogues. What a joke,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Well this guy was enough of a figurehead, a powerful force that all these people followed him. Or were that afraid of him,” Frederick says. A shriek behind the truck has us both jumping and I don’t even realize my body’s own ability to move with such ease but suddenly I’m standing back on the ground. One of the new females is on her knees, holding Oscar and Oliver like they’re… like they’re… “Ohh! My babies, he said he killed you!! He said you were gone,” she sobs, practically wailing into the night. Oscar pats her head like she’s a cat, unsure what to think. Oliver looks at me almost like he’s … asking for permission? Confirmation? While I am the only mother they’ve ever known, they’ve never called me that word. Of course I’d want them to know their real mother if in fact this female is that person. I fall to my knees next to the trio and draw a deep breath. The boys have never really
~Hannah’s Point of View~ There had been really no talk of me actually becoming Luna of Nightwind… I guess I’m just supposed to know there’s no question it is a fact. It is happening. Not that I’m sure what good a chat would do, my mind won’t wrap around it. I have zero clue what I’m supposed to say or do. If there are specific things expected of me. I want to say that surely the pack will cut me some slack. They know I have no idea what I’m doing, they know I’m not part of this world. But I know better. I haven’t forgotten the stares that made me walk taller, the whispers that made me hold my chin up. Still, as Scarlett holds my hand and walks me toward the front, with literally all eyes on me… I’m close to panicking. I don’t feel the same strength now. Running seems to be what my mind knows, it’s my fall back… My fail safe. Run, hide. Escape the threat. Which is at odds with my lycan half that only wants to run toward a threat because it feels that it’s the absolute best weapon
~Rafe’s Point of View~ “You can’t think about it like that babe, that’s not at all what being a Luna is even if it might be what my mom made it into,” I whine, stroking my thumbs over the tops of Hannah’s hands. My sexy mate practically stares daggers at me. Her feistiness will literally always be something I treasure. Parker and I both need a female that’ll push back on us and everyone else too. She huffs and pulls her hands away, then stuffs them into her hair. “Nobody is any better than me. I don’t need some title,” she snaps, between moving her fingers in a way I couldn’t even imagine. I’d never really watched a female braid their hair before but it seems impossible. Yet she does it like it's as easy as breathing. I move to her back and kiss her bare shoulder. “Well… I’m biased,” I whisper, between kisses. I practically feel her skin warm with my touch and of course, I’m instantly hard. Not only is she just sitting in her bra and panties, but she’s just showered and smells