She shut the door firmly behind herself, twisting her key into the finicky lock on the ancient building. She stared up at the glass-fronted café, feeling a sense of pride as she did so. She had done this by herself, working hard at the diner to raise enough money for the cart and eventually the store. Night had fallen completely now, the sun well below the horizon. She could feel the moon creeping up behind her, taking its rightful place in the night sky. The autumn breeze stirred leaves around her feet as she began the long walk home. His scent was still here. Instead of fighting the scent, she inhaled deeply, letting the warm amber aroma swirl inside her. She had avoided the Brochades so far. They rarely came into town, preferring to shop in the bigger cities outside of the small town. Garin was the first she had actually come into contact with. She hadn't experienced this before. Her grandmother had warned her about their scent. "You'll know what they are when you smell them.
Willow tossed and turned. She couldn't get comfortable. Her sheets twisted around her legs and eventually she kicked them to the floor. With a loud sigh, she got up. She checked her phone. 3:03 am. "Ugh," she said aloud and tossed it back onto her bed. She mussed her long curls and rubbed her dry eyes. She had only managed to sleep for about two hours before it had evaded her completely. Her body felt restless. Feeling trapped, she craved the open air. Glancing out the window, the moon shone brightly, taunting her. She knew she wouldn't be getting sleep tonight. She padded quietly down the steps. Her grandmother's snores tore through the house, covering the squeaky wooden steps. Willow stopped by the back door and pulled off her clothes, folding them neatly on the bench tucked away near the coat closet. Naked, she stepped outside. The grass was cool against her feet as she crossed the yard towards the forest. The trees beckoned to her. She shook out her long hair and raised her
Lyall walked in, a smile plastered across his handsome face. "Hey babe," he said and pulled Willow in for a rough hug. He buried his face in her hair, nuzzling her neck. She stiffly returned the hug before pulling away slightly. "You're here early," she replied, looking him over. He looked good, she couldn't deny that. Her grandmother had at least picked her a striking mate. He was tall, not nearly as tall as Garin but he was close. His build was lankier with leaner muscles. Where Garin was refined, Lyall was all rough edges. During the warmer months, he kept his beard short, preferring a small amount of stubble. With autumn around the corner, he had begun to grow his beard out. His ruddy skin was tanned from working outside and he kept his long black hair secured into a tight braid that lay between his shoulder blades. His eyes were a dull yellow-green that had always reminded Willow of a serpent. Today he wore a thick, black cable knit sweater and jeans with the knees torn ou
Garin felt a tangible shock as she walked into the bar. He had been keeping his distance from the café all day, hoping to avoid running into her. She looked incredible. He had only ever seen her once, the day before but he hadn't paid that much attention to what she was wearing. He didn't realize how long her hair was. It had been pulled back into a tight braid the first time he had seen her. Now her hair tumbled free over her shoulders, a cascade of rubies in the candlelight. She was dressed in a skin-tight green dress that illuminated her every curve. He noticed a hand around her waist, and it was only then, he saw that she had an escort. This other man irritated him for some reason. He was probably also a shifter, although from what he read, the males weren't nearly as powerful as the women. Their abilities were more sporadic, dependent upon the moon phases as opposed to just ability. Her eyes flashed to his and she looked just as affected as he was. She held his gaze for a mo
Willow's heart raced the entire night. She could barely eat. His presence burned itself into her awareness. She was hyper-aware of where he was at all times. Every shift he made in his seat, she viscerally felt it. She felt Lyall's eyes on her every time she shifted to look behind her. "Checking out that guy back there?" he asked sharply. She turned back to him; a blush stained across her cheeks. "No, he's a hunter. It makes me…uncomfortable when they are that close." She replied after a moment. "I've never seen him before. Is he a Brochade?" She nodded. "I guess he is just in town for the festival," she stated. Lyall nodded. His mood evening out now that he didn't think she was attracted to the man in the corner. They were onto their dessert course when she felt Garin stand. Her back began to heat as he drew closer, she felt as if she were aflame. He passed by without a glance at her table. The woman with him spared her a small glance and she felt a traitorous twinge of jeal
A walk would be nice, she decided, not a run like this morning. Was it just this morning that she had been out? It had felt like a lifetime since then. She wouldn't shift, not tonight. It was too close to the full moon. She didn't want to tempt fate. Tugging on a thick green hoodie, jeans, and woolen socks, she felt better. Calmer. More in control. She braided her wet locks into two tight braids and pulled on a grey knit beanie. The nights were growing colder fast and the last thing she needed was to catch a cold when she had to work the next week straight. She sneaked down the stairs like a burglar on her stockinged feet. Peering around the corner, she saw her grandmother fast asleep, mouth agape, and snoring loudly. Her long hair was unbound and flowed around the back of the chair like kelp in the ocean, swaying slightly with every deep-throated rumble. Willow smiled, her heart squeezing and left through the front door, holding her boots in her hands. Even though she wasn't in
After a deep sleep, Willow felt better. Slightly. The image of the wolf head still disturbed her but her resolution to keep a large distance between her and the Brochade family had strengthened here. Here is something that she can control. She will avoid their neighborhood and anywhere else that they are known to frequent, which isn't much in this town. The sun had just risen as Willow unlocked the café's front door. She is soothed by the smell of roasted coffee beans and the quiet of an early morning. Despite being tired, she loves working the entire day. Nothing quite feels as accomplished as seeing the business through from start to finish. Locking the door behind her, she walks to her small office in the back and dumps her purse onto her desk. Even though it has only been about a day, she feels as if she hasn't been here in forever. She runs her hand lightly over the back of her leather office chair, the first thing that she had purchased for herself after opening this place.
Tourists swarmed the town. With only a few days until the festival, people were pouring in, wanting to make sure they got a room at the hotel in town instead of having to commute in. The festival lasted all week but on The Fest of the Forest, the real celebration began and lasted all day. It was quite a sensation. People traveled from states away to visit and see the spectacle. It made Willow tear up every year. Many people came to pay homage to The Women of the Moon. What they thought was a folk tale was really the telling of Willow's ancestors. It always warmed her heart to see the people dancing in the streets, bedecked in all sorts of luminaries. She had been so busy she hadn't even had time to think of Garin. Much. It had been a few days since he had stopped here. She hadn't seen him since but every so often she caught a whisp of his scent outside of her door. Being busy had also meant that she hadn't seen a lot of Lyall as well but now, here he came, holding the door open for
He knocked lightly on her door. She opened it, clothed in a simple oversized white tee shirt and black leggings. Her long red hair dripped down her back, the tendrils leaving small drops of water on the floor as she vigorously brushed it. "I feel a thousand times better," she said with a smile as her hand grazed her lower stomach. The discovery had happened in the shower. She had noticed her stomach, usually relatively flat, now had a small, rounded bump. She knew that the pregnancy of her kind was faster than that of human women. She wanted to wait to tell him until the time was right. She did look the most relaxed that Garin had ever seen her. Her face was serene and still red from the heat of the water. It was scrubbed clean of any dirt, blood, or makeup. She seemed to have a glow about her. He wanted to just lay with her in his arms forever but instead, he had to tell her the truth about her father. "What's wrong?" she asked, seeing his drawn face. He motioned for her to sit o
"So, what now?" Willow asked as Garin drove towards her house. She realized that this was the first time that he had ever been there, and she was feeling incredibly self-conscious. She groaned inwardly thinking about the posters that littered her walls. It looked like the room of a teenager not a woman in her mid-twenties. "Well, since my father and Silas are dead and my mother is missing, the estate falls to Audrey. She is going to handle everything. I think she has already listed the house on the market." He replied with a laugh. He had told her about killing his father. He said that he had no regrets in doing so but he had a haunted look about him. She reached over and squeezed his knee lightly. "Where will Audrey go now?" Willow asked, already feeling sad that she wouldn't get to know Audrey better. There was something about her that drew a person in and made them feel welcome. "She hasn't said. She owns a small clothing store, but I think she will probably sell that as well.
The bright white light seared into Willow's eyes. She quickly pulled the blanket over her face, groaning. A sharp pain shot through her side. With a gasp, she pressed her hands to her side. She felt a thick bandage and the night came screaming back. She struggled to sit up, blinking in the morning sun that was streaming through the high window above her. She was on a narrow wooden bed. The room lacked any personal touches and had the antiseptic smell of a hospital but she knew she wasn't in one. The floor was made of wide pine planks. She sniffed slightly and smelled a curious mix of wolf and hunter. Willow grasped the headboard and shoved herself to her feet, swaying a bit unsteadily. A wave of nausea hit her. She tasted bile in the back of her throat. If this was battle, she didn't see the glory in it. She felt hungover more than anything. Teetering unsteadily, she made her way to the door. As her hand wrapped around the knob, it was opened slowly from the other side. Garin's b
The old woman's eyebrows knit together, her hands running the length of Willow's body. The gaping wound on her ribs was deep. The bullet had lodged itself into one of the bones narrowly missing her spine. She murmured quietly underneath her breath, and pushed a finger inside of the damage, fishing for the bullet. Willow's comatose body spasmed and fresh blood spurted onto the woman's hands. Garin jerked forward but was held back by Audrey and Cole. "Let her do her job. There is nothing you can do right now," she said to him underneath her breath. His eyes were full of unshed tears. His entire countenance looked helpless. "You need to give her space. You'll be able to see her once she is done. Come on," she tugged his arm and dragged him back to the fire. He sat heavily, his head in his arms. She rubbed his back and her worried eyes met Cole's above his back. #### The bullet hit the tray next to her with a crisp metallic thunk. Loriann was holding Willow's arms down while the wis
The pack watched as the hunters made their way through the forests, their black shadows flitted through the trees towards the lodge. "Hold," Rashida commanded, her voice floating through their minds. A low growl rippled through the pack, each one adding their own rage to the rumble. The hunters moved closer; their scents trailed along the snow-covered ground. The pack held, their hackles raised, poised to attack. The hunters suddenly stopped, forming a v-formation. A confusion passed through the pack. Why had they stopped? A figure walked from the center of the hunters, a red cloak blowing behind it. Something glinted in the moonlight as it approached. Whoever it was, was small and petite. A gust of wind ripped the hood from its head and pale hair spilled out. "The Huntress," Rashida hissed, the venom in her voice causing the pack to wince. "No mercy, whatever it takes. We will wipe them from this place. Now!" She howled a blood-curdling shriek. The pack joined, their voices inte
She saw his body, sagged against a tree, nearly the same one that she rescued him from a few months ago. His head was leaning forward, and she could see that his hands and feet were bound. There was a small layer of white flakes on him. He hadn't been here too long so he shouldn't be near freezing, but the temperature could drop at any moment in these mountains. Her snout raised; she sniffed the cold air. His scent was strong, but it mingled with others. She could smell the other hunters nearby. Knowing it was a trap, she forged ahead. She would save him, even if it cost her, her life. #### The Red Hoods gathered at the back of the Brochade estate. Dusk had fallen and the nearly full moon began to peek over the trees. They were all clothed in black, their faces concealed behind woolen masks. While all armed, they carried a variety of weapons, the ammo all silver tipped. Ava walked from the house, her bright red cloak trailing behind her. She was wearing a rather ornate outfit, c
"And you talked to Willow about it? Okay, I'm in. Whatever it takes," Garin hung up the phone and tossed it onto the kitchen counter as he walked towards the living room. He needed to change before he left. He didn't think his button-down and dress pants would work very well for running through the forest, especially since they were predicting snowfall tonight. He instead, pulled on a black thermal shirt and flannel-lined jeans. He might not be the traditional outdoorsy type, but he did hail from the frigid northeast. He stopped one boot halfway on. He thought he heard the sound of a door closing. He brushed it off, thinking it was probably just his neighbors. The walls were thin in these rentals. Completely dressed, he made sure he had everything he needed: wallet, keys. His phone was downstairs, he would grab that when he left. His hallway was dark when he left his bedroom. "Weird," he said aloud since he could have sworn that he left the light on. It was getting dark earlier n
"Yes?" Audrey called the knock at her door tearing her away from her computer. She hoped it wasn't her mother. She couldn't stomach any more of the marriage pandering. She had already suffered through a few dinners with her intended husband and in-laws. She missed Cara terribly but hadn't had a chance to sneak away to see her since her house had been flooded with Red Hoods. The door creaked open and her "fiancé", Cole, peered around it. She sighed inwardly at the sight of him. "Can I come in?" he asked, looking awkward. She shrugged noncommittedly and shut her laptop. He closed the door behind him and stood looking around, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his expensive, tailored trousers. "You can sit," she said, pointing to the small sitting area near her balcony. He nodded slightly and placed his large frame onto one of the velvet slingback chairs. She sat in the chair opposite him. "So, how can I help you?" she automatically slipped into her business tone. A year pr
"The wolves are gathering," Silas stated, as he burst into his father's office. The high-ranking members of the Red Hoods were gathered around the long glass table and they all turned to face him. He bowed quickly, excusing his interruption. "Isn't it nearly the full moon?" a black-haired man drawled from the end of the table. Silas didn't like him. He was the father of the man intended for Audrey. Their whole family set Silas's teeth on edge. He didn't know why but there was something off about them. "Yes, but these movements are unusual. We haven't been able to see how many since we are not allowed on their land however, we have noticed many headed this way. Miles believes that they are headed for the alpha's which can only mean a pack meeting," Silas retorted. He sneered at the man. "They must have noticed our own increased numbers. Oh well, perhaps they are actually planning on putting up a fight this time. Good. I've grown bored with the hunt when it is only the chase and ne