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~Hannah’s Point of View~ I’m nearly in a daze as I walk with Parker, unsure where we’re going or what I’m even doing. Scarlett left me, though I could probably find my way back to my room. Hmm, no. Suddenly the idea of being stuck in those four walls seems suffocating. Sleeping outside you can see what’s coming, you hear it and smell it. Being stuck in a tiny room makes me feel like a sitting duck. It’s likely twenty minutes from sunset and there’s a delicate calm once we’re in the trees. Parker holds his big warm hand in mine and for the first time since I can remember I feel … wanted? But not in the way Harrison wanted me. It’s not even close to the same thing. Rogues absolutely don’t trust strangers, we don’t just blindly follow. But right now, my body just wants to go where he goes. What would it be like to turn off my brain that’s always running on full blast and just … be in the moment? My mind wanders for a brief second before it takes a nose dive into reality. I have to a
~Hannah’s Point of View~ Before I know it, we’re sitting down and he’s cradling me in his lap. It’s just simply too much for me right now. Too much to process and even understand. I thought Seth and Rafe ruined my life that day but … did they save me from it? Save me from the fate I would have had under Harrison? “I brought you here because, well, everyone needs a place. Somewhere they can find their peace. I thought either we could share this or, it’s yours if you want it,” he whispers, making me look up at him. All the light from the sun is nearly gone, but I can very much see his handsome face. I turn slightly and take in the dark sky, the twinkling little balls of light already visible. Being under the open sky is where I belong, where I feel free. “I don’t think the moon and stars are yours to offer. I didn’t expect that kind of ego from you. How does your wolf feel about me being here, taking what is probably his favorite place too,” I state, with a playful smile. Really,
~Parker's Point of View~ *Let her lead, don’t seem overly anxious,* Crush warns. My, my how the mighty have fallen. Hours ago you were practically telling me to leave her alone. I literally have no idea if she’s a virgin, if she’s even experienced. But I very seriously doubt Harrison didn’t take her to bed. She’s far too great a temptation. I can’t think about it though. Crush assures me she’s not pregnant and that’s all I need. She’s obviously nervous though, and timid. Still learning to trust me and there’s no way in hell I can ruin that. And I better not blow right away, Goddess I should have jerked off today. It’s been so damn long since I felt a female. I drop the condoms on the nightstand and carefully move over her. She lays completely still, her succulent breasts heaving with her heavy breaths. Crush demands I relax her and I’m not sure how to do that. Any sex I’ve ever had was straight to the point after a little foreplay. This is different, SHE is different in every way
~Hannah’s Point of View~ I stand still in my spot, not quite knowing what to do. I have no idea what time it is though the sun was certainly up and bright. My stomach grumbles and I decide going after Parker isn’t the best plan. So instead, I make my way into Scarlett’s room, but I find it empty. It hits me that today is her birthday party. I should see if she needs any help. As I shower and find some clothes to borrow, I see her white party dress laid out. A small tray of jewelry and cute shoes with a big bow rest on her dresser. I run my fingers over a gold necklace with huge garnet stones and for a brief moment daydream about trying it on. But I scold myself and pull away, forced to remember my place. I’m certain I ruined things with Parker, I don’t know what I was thinking. Last night was just so… Magical? Unlike anything I’d ever had. For a while, I was happy. Deliriously happy. Gone were my struggles, my brain trying to tell me not to enjoy it. Not to trust him. I completely
~Rafe’s Point of View~ *Let’s hit it,* Cruz says, telling me we need to get outside. We need the sun on our skin and sweat on our back. We need to hit someone, draw blood. A solid workout will help get that damn rogue off my mind. Maybe. Not likely. At least the birthday party will keep Cassandra off my back for the day, maybe even the night if I’m lucky. I’ll take what I can get. I didn’t sleep a single fucking wink last night knowing that Parker was off with Hannah. Though if he has a strong attraction to her, I’m terrified my theory might actually be true. Without her wolf, there’s no way of knowing for sure. And being that I have a damn girlfriend, I can’t exactly fight him for her. Not openly anyhow. If my theory is true, there are far bigger implications than I care to think about right now. When I walk back to my room to change I pass her new one, wondering if she’ll ever even sleep in it. Parker is masterful with the ladies, but she’s hardly any normal female. Those
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Stupid, idiotic males! Goddess what a waste of oxygen,” I mumble, too pissed off to even think. I’m honestly shocked when I’m able to make my way back to the packhouse with no one bothering me. Maybe Rafe told everyone to steer clear of me or I might start shooting fire from my eyes. I swear if my brothers are even the smallest bit stupid enough to-- I stop abruptly as I’m about to get in the shower, there’s a weird lull in my mind. My body freezes, trying to chase the feeling but it’s gone just as quickly. I slam my hand against the wall. “Come on wolf. Come on girl, I need you. More than ever. If you’re there, please come out, come out,” I whisper. But as usual, there’s nothing. I get into the shower and lean against the cool tile. Everything that’s happened since I came to the pack is everything I’ve always worked so hard to avoid. People and their drama. Romantic entanglements. Stupid wanna be Alphas trying to get themselves killed for no good r
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Happy birthday toooo yooooou,” everyone sings, as Scarlett grins for all she’s worth and blows out her candles. Everyone claps as the Luna begins to cut the cake and pass it out. The music starts up again and I want nothing more than to go to my room, take off all this stuff that has no place on my body and have a hot bath. I can’t even think about trying to leave tonight. I’m too mentally spent. If cats have nine lives, I’m certain I must have a hundred but I’m not naive enough to think they’ll last forever. If Pax hadn’t been there to defend me tonight, I have no doubt I’d be behind bars. Rogues don’t believe in luck, we believe in ourselves. I’ve often had the uncanny ability to get myself out of sticky spots … but getting out of Nightwind alive seems to be looking like more of a challenge every hour. I have no doubt Cassandra will NOT leave me alone. She’ll put something in my food, poison ivy in my shampoo. A female scorned will do anything to get re
~Hannah’s Point of View~My head lays on Rafe’s bare chest, it’s warm and relaxing. There’s a hundred reasons I should stop this, kick him out. But I can’t ignore what he’s doing to me and even though I can’t make sense of it… I need more.“My grandmother on my mom’s side, her name was Sadie. Grandfather was Bartholomew. Bart and Sadie had a magical love story, they were absolutely smitten with each other like no one had ever seen. Some said they were fated mates, but of course even if they were … they weren’t exactly going to broadcast it. He marked her within five minutes of meeting … the day after she got her wolf, and while that isn’t exactly unheard of, it’s rare.The rumor goes that a fated mate can make you weak since you’d literally do anything for that person. You’d wage war. Couldn’t exactly have that kind of attachment if he were going to become Alpha. And that he was, an Alpha’s eldest son.Well grandpa Bart had a twin that he despised, never got along with. Leland lived f
~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