“Are you kidding me?! I can’t believe you are moving me halfway across the United States in the middle of my senior year!" My mom, or Rima as I call her, just dropped a bomb on me. "Rima! Why are you doing this to me?!"
"Honey, just hear me out. I have been offered a wonderful opportunity and I can't pass it up. You know things haven't been easy since your dad passed away." Rima spoke quickly with her green eyes pleading with me.
We looked a lot alike accept my eyes were a startling blue, like my father's, and my hair was a light blonde and fell to my waist. My mom's was a darker blonde and fell to her shoulders. Other than that I was my mother's mini me. We were both tall at 5' 8" and our skin was a nice golden tan in the summer.
I have always hated it that people think we are sisters, but maybe I will be grateful for that when I am older. Who knows?
I hate this. I don't want to leave my mom after the year we've had. That doesn't stop me from trying to convince her we should stay though. "We can't leave! We have so many memories here. Memories of dad in this house. How can you take that away?"
God, I am going to hell for that one. I was hitting below the belt and I knew it. Mom flinched and drew in a sharp breath, but her resolve never wavered and I knew there was nothing I could do to change her mind.
"I am sorry, Divina. We can't afford to keep the house anyway. If we stay here, the bank will foreclose on us."
Her words were like a kick to my gut. I had no idea our money situation was so bad.
"I'm sorry, Rima. I had no idea things were so bad." I spoke softly, but mom seemed to hear me. She walked over to me and gave me a tight hug and we held each other for several minutes. I was ready to release the hug long ago, but let mom hold me while my thoughts raced ahead trying to come up with some scenario that wouldn't require us to move across the country.
Finally, she stepped back wiping her silent tears. The pain in her eyes was raw and it took my breath away. She had acted so strong this whole time. So strong, that I often wondered if she had even cared about my dad. I never saw her cry. She simply pulled herself together and kept going.
It's been just over a year and I never knew how much pain she was in. In that moment, her eyes gave so much away, and I felt awful that I never knew. I had even hated her for it at times.
"Okay, mom. When do we leave?" My mom looked at me in surprise. I never call her mom. Haven't since I was a little girl.
Don't get used to it, I think to myself. She took a deep breath and held it. When she finally spoke, I felt my world fall out from under me. "We leave in 3 weeks. We won't be taking much with us. My new job comes with a furnished home and they bought our house as is and will sell it once they fix it up."
All I could do was nod. I didn't trust my voice right then and I was determined to get through this with the same strength she had shown over the last year. She deserved that. I had not been the best daughter these past several months, wanting to punish her for seeming to not care that my dad was gone. Taking a deep breath, I slowly climbed the stairs to my room and text my best friend.
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Me: U home?
Tia: Y
Me: Can I come over?
Tia: Everything ok?
Me: Eh.
Tia: Uh, oh. Yeah, come over.
"Rima! I am heading over to Tia's!" I yelled as I took the stairs two at a time and rushed for the door. Mom's muffled response was all I heard, and I didn't stop to check if she was okay with it or not.
Tia's house is three streets over so I quickly walked over. For once, the Oklahoma wind wasn't trying to blow me into next week, so the cooler temperatures weren't so bad.
That's one thing I couldn't stand about my home state, the extreme temperatures. Your face is either melted off during the summer or your toes froze off in the winter. My all-time favorite was experiencing all 4 seasons in one day. That was the absolute best.
I let myself into Tia's house and headed up to her room to find her laying on her bed taking a series of selfies making a pouty face.
Gag, I have never been the type of girl to take selfies, but that has never stopped our friendship.
"You are such a dork!" I finally said, when she hadn't noticed me for several minutes.
She flipped off her bed with a shriek, "What the hell, Divina, you scared me!" I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes.
After a moment I sober up and sigh. "My mom just told me she got a new job. She's moving us to northern California, to be close to her side of the family."
Tia throws open her bedroom door and yells, "Mom! Divina is going to live with us for the rest of the school year!"
Bless her. I loved her for trying, but I already knew I was going. I wouldn't leave my mom.
"Girl, I love you and all, but I can't live with you. My mom needs me."
"So, you're just going to leave? It's our senior year! What about college?"
I looked down at the ground not able to hold her gaze. "I know." I spoke softly and when I did meet her eyes they were resigned. She knew nothing was stopping this from happening.
Three weeks passed by faster than I could have imagined. I spent as much time as possible with Tia and packed the few things I would be taking with me. Tia and her family came by to see us off and as I hugged my best friend for what might be the last time, I didn't feel anything. I had tucked all my feelings away in a little box in my mind. For now, I wouldn’t feel. I would get through this long ass drive to Northern California and get settled in before I would reopen that box. I couldn’t afford to break down now and wouldn’t allow it in front of my mom. “Facetime me as soon as you get to your new house. I want to see it all!” Tia was putting on a brave face, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. “I love you, friend. Don’t forget me!” I smiled and said, "I will facetime you when we get settled.” ---- I was surprised when mom pulled into a decent hotel that first night. I tho
I looked out the windshield and my jaw dropped. The biggest, most luxurious cabin was sitting right before my eyes. “What is this place?!” I asked in awe. My mom stared at me for a long moment and finally answered me with her lips pressed in a thin line, “Your Grandpa calls it the Pack House.” Huh, that is a weird name for his house. “Is this Grandpa’s house? Why does he call it the Pack House?” “Yes, this is Grandpa’s house, but his close…. Umm business partners and their families live here too.” My mom was speaking slowly and carefully. “Umm, that’s weird. I have never heard of someone living with their business partners. Is that even normal?!” Before mom could answer, a bear of a man stepped out of the cabin and stood on the huge wrap around porch. He looked like a lumber jack with a red and black plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposing his muscular forearms.
I soaked in the tub until my water started to get cold and then hurriedly washed my hair and body. I dried off with an oversized turquois towel, and quickly got dressed in a pair of black leggings and an oversized gray hoodie that said, “Not All Who Wander Are Lost.” I loved clothes with inspirational quotes on them! Once I was dressed, I pulled my towel off and hung it up on a hook in the bathroom and quickly French braid to the side so it fell over my shoulder and let some of the shorter strands in the front fall loose. Once my hair was decent, I found some cute gray flats in the walk-in closet and threw those on before heading out to the main part of the house. It was getting close to dinner time and the smell of roasted chicken cooking had my mouth watering. I was just about to step off the last step to the first floor when I heard a group of teenagers coming through the front door. I froze
Gloria pulled me up to the island in the kitchen and plopped down on a bar stool. She grabbed an apple and took a bite of it and chewed thoughtfully. Bren, Brandon, and Greg walked in and the boys also swiped an apple, taking huge bites. “So, if this isn’t Grandpa Adrian’s house then who’s house is it?” I asked quietly. Bren spoke up quickly shooting a glare at Gloria telling her to keep her mouth shut. It’s our Dad’s house, Zane. He is your mom’s brother so, I guess that makes us cousins.” She offered a small smile. Her eyes looked sad as she looked at me. “What about your mom, what’s her name?” I asked softly. I was afraid their mom was a topic that was off limits, but to my relief, Bren smiled widely and said, “Oh, you’ll meet her and Dad soon. They have been traveling for a bit so Grandpa and Grandma have been filling in and making sure things are running smoothly.” “Where’s Grandma?”
Grandpa Adrian cleared his throat and took a drink of his water. “Divina, how much do you know about the supernatural?” “Umm, do you mean like sci-fi or fantasy novels?” I asked confused. “No, I mean real life?” he said. I looked at Grandpa Adrian and then at every person at the table. Most were just watching me carefully, like I might bolt from the room, but Gloria was beside herself. She squealed and grabbed her hair kicking her feet on the ground. “I can’t take it anymore! Divina, you come from a long line of werewolves, your Grandpa and Grandma are werewolves, your mom’s a werewolf, your dad, well he was human, but the rest of us are all werewolves!” She puffed out her cheeks and let out a long breath. "Ow! Bren, that hurt!" Bren had kicked Gloria in the shin under the table and was glaring at her. I stared at her and then burst out laughing hysterically. “Oh, you had
I didn’t sleep well the night before. I know I acted like I took the news that my whole family and myself are werewolves in stride, but once I was by myself, I started freaking out. My whole life I thought I was just your average human girl that was taller than most of the girls in my school and freakishly strong, so I was treated like one of the boys. A knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts. “Come in!” I say and Bren peeks her head in. “Hey, you’re awake,” she says softly. “Yeah, I just woke up. What’s up?” Bren runs and jumps on my bed making my body bounce up. “Holy crap! I wasn’t expecting that!” Bren giggles and says, “Get dressed! We are going out today.” “Umm. Where are we going?” I ask nervously. “Gloria and I are taking you shopping. I peeked at the clothes that the Omegas were putting in your closet and I can’t let you s
--Warrick-- I can’t believe I let my dad talk me into taking Vanessa shopping. He has been pushing for me to date her for a couple years and had hopes that she would be my mate. Thank the goddess when she turned 19 and shifted for the first time, she did not end up being my mate. She is pretty, I guess, but I can’t stand her nasally voice and shallow personality. I tried to get my best friend, Damien, to come with us, but he gave me some lame excuse not to come. Asshole. I was bored out of my mind sitting in that damn lingerie store and left to come sit in the food court. I DID NOT want Vanessa to come out of the dressing room again to show me the matching panty and bra set she insisted that she needed. You would think that a store like that would have my attention, but not when I had to go there with her. Goddess she was pathetic trying to seduce me by trying lingerie on for me. I just wasn’t in to her lik
I really am a bad friend. With everything going on I forgot all about facetiming Tia. I hadn’t even looked at my phone once since we got here. Normally, Tia would have been the first person I would have called to rant over the revelations of my life and gush about Warrick, but my mom and grandparents told me that I could not tell a human, not even my best friend, so I had resisted the urge to call her that first night because I knew she would be able to tell something was wrong. Then Gloria and Bren have filled my days and I totally forgot about Tia. Yup, I am a bad friend. I dig my phone out of my purse and my guilt builds in my chest ten-fold. Tia’s texts get more and more worried as I scan through them and I see that I have several missed calls from her. I send her a quick text: So, sorry! I am a horrible friend. Got caught up in the craziness here and starting school. I toss my phone back in my bag and groan. &nbs
--Warrick-- “I have a surprise for you,” I tell Divina and she looks up at me, her brow creasing slightly in confusion. “What, surprise?” she asks and looks around the front yard. Her eyes land on Greg standing on the porch by Aria and a huge grin spreads across his face and he waggles his eyebrows. Divina snorts at his antics and looks back at me. “Why is he acting like a goofball?” she asks, warily. Her eyes are wide, and she looks more innocent and beautiful than I have ever seen her. No makeup, the freckles that lightly dust her cheeks and nose on display for me to see, and her hair is starting to come loose from her hastily thrown back hair. I take her natural beauty in and am more determined to show her we could work. Ember and Milly come running around the corner of the house, shrieking in delight as one of the older pups chase them across the lawn. Divina’s face lights up as she watches Ember, and I can see the mother she will someday be, and I am more than ready to start
Greg watches as Warrick ushers Aria and Liam inside and I can hear the distant laughter of Ember and Milly as they run across the back yard, playing tag. When the door closes, he focuses his attention on me and studies my face for a long moment before taking my hand and tugging me along. I don’t ask him where we are going, content to just walk silently beside him enjoying the warmth of him. We walk and walk for a good ten minutes before Greg stops suddenly and turns to me. “Tell me what’s bothering you, Angel,” he says and watches me intently. I groan and drop my head into my hands. “Where do I even start!” I wail and then everything tumbles out of me. “I’ve been asleep for three freaking years, Greg! I lost three years of your life, the rest of my family’s life, Bren, Brandon, Gloria, Damien, Ember.” My voice cracks at the end when I say Ember’s name. “Hey, it’s okay. Shhh,” Greg says, and pulls me into his arms and presses my head to his chest. I don’t fight him. I need the comfort o
---Warrick--- It has been a week since Divina woke up, but we have barely gotten any time alone. As soon as the word got out that she was awake just about everyone she knows, and loves converged on us. Ember has barely left her side and is afraid that Divina will go back to sleep and not wake up again no matter how many times we assure her that won’t happen. I moved us back into the pack house and we are currently sitting on the porch swing with Divina tucked up under my arm and her head resting on my shoulder. My fingers lightly grazing up and down her arm as I relish in her closeness. She lets out a content sigh and snuggles in closer. Little Ember is nestled in my lap with her feet draped onto Divina. She is always touching her now. Always. (After it was clear that Divina wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, I drug myself away from her and made the long trip to the Timberwolf Pack and brought Ember home with me. I knew Divina would not want her left there and I have grown to lo
---Divina--- Oh, God, my head throbs and I am too hot. Way too hot. Why does it feel like I am pressed against a furnace? I try to move, but a weight is pressing down on my chest and my arms are not wanting to cooperate. What the hell is tickling my nose? I blink my eyes open only to slam them shut as white-hot light pours into my eyes from the window. I groan and turn my head to the side trying to get away from whatever is tickling me and that damned bright light. I feel something shift and move on my chest. It feels like little hands and feet scrambling to a sitting position. “Are you awake?” a little whisper sounds close to my ear causing me to flinch. When I try to speak my voice is hoarse and my throat is dry. “Yes?” I say and it comes out as a question. I blink my eyes and stare into beautiful green eyes, with an angelic freckled face that is framed by flaming red curls. “Ember? What are you doing here and when did you get so big?” I ask. Ember’s eyes grow soft, and she gives
It is complete chaos as the crowd tries to get out of my way. I could care less about any of them. My only thought is to get that angel bitch and then make Warrick pay when I am done with her. I wonder if I should kill him too, or just make him watch as I snuff out her life and then force him to be my slave mate. Hmm. That actually soudns appealing. I could ask Ahrimon to compel him with her bite. If he survived it that is. It’s been an option all along, but I have been hesitant to use it because demons kill their mates more often than not when trying to mark them. The blood lust is unreal and hard for them to control themselves. Like a vampire, but a hundred times worse. Our eyes lock on our target and we make a beeline for her, not caring who is in our way. We toss werewolves and pups around like they are rag dolls and their cries of anguish fill us with pleasure down to our bones. Ahrimon was made for chaos and destruction and she shivers in pure bliss at the upheaval we are causing
“I am so nervous! I can’t believe this day is finally here!” I exclaim and marvel at the beautiful dress my best friend, Janae, picked out for me. “You look absolutely stunning!” she says and smooths down the sides of my dress. I squeal and do a little happy dance. “Oh, this is really happening!” Janae sighs and turns me around to face her. “I hope you know what you are doing. All those things you have told me about Warrick in the past.... I just hope this isn’t some revenge plot or something to get you and your family back for killing his mate.” I scoff and knock her hand off my shoulder, “Nobody killed her. She is still alive and being held prisoner as we speak.” She raises an eyebrow and gives me “the look”. “What?” I ask her. “Does Warrick know she is being held prisoner right now?” she asks. “I... I don’t think so.” I tell her. My confidence starting wain. “You sure about that?” she asks. “Look. Even if he does know, he doesn’t care about her anymore. She chose that Greg guy ov
--Vanessa-- As I watch Warrick drive away the reality of becoming his Luna sets in and I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my face. Finally, I am going to take my rightful place by his side. Daddy will be so proud of me for not ever giving up even after Warrick kicked me out of his apartment. I have been told my whole life that I would be Luna of the Blood Moon Pack and our pups would be the key to changing the world so that werewolves and demons would take our rightful place as masters of this world and those who have driven us into the shadows will suffer the consequences! The angels’ and humans’ time on this earth are numbered. No more Miss Perfect Angel, with her stupid perfect skin and hair, and her strange blue eyes, standing in my way. She must be the daughter of one of the Archangels to have even survived what my dad did to her. I can’t believe Selene would pair a werewolf, angel hybrid with a werewolf demon hybrid. What kind of sick joke was she playing when she
I pull my Camaro off the side of the road and stare at the entrance to my pack's territory. I haven’t been back here in so long. The thought of what I am about to do turns my stomach and I come close to turning my car around. “Hey, Warrick, is that you?” my father’s Beta calls to me from the gate entrance. “Yeah, it’s me. How’ve you been, Beta Gedeon?” I ask. He walks to the edge of the entrance and squints over at me for a moment before answering. “I’ve been good. What brings you back here? I didn’t know you were coming,” he asks. I clear my throat and take my time answering, “I’m here to see Vanessa. I heard she was staying here while our dads were away.” Gedeon gives me a long look and sighs, “Yeah, she’s here. That girl is bat shit crazy.” I couldn’t agree more, but I have a part to play. I am out of my car and in his face before he can blink and wrap my hand around his throat. “Don’t you ever disrespect my future Luna like that again,” I growl in his face. Gedeon’s eyes go wid
Over these past few weeks, I have been busy. I got word to Divina’s father and gave him all the details. We’ve been in constant contact making plans. Greg and Aria are an integral part of these plans. I hate having to rely on him again, but no one can know that Divina and I have had contact, so when we do formulate an escape plan, I can’t be there. The Angel settlements know the danger coming their way and have joined together unlike anything I have ever seen. From what Greg has shared with me, they were a peaceful people and didn’t know how to fight and had just been relying on staying hidden this whole time. I find that hard to believe because I have been helping to train the men, they have sent to the Timberwolf Pack, and they are vicious fighters and have learned very quickly. More than once, they have mentioned Divina’s fighting skills and how she would take on multiple men at once and it was like she was dancing through and around them. One man spoke how fighting should be so vio