“Stop it!” I hiss and brush my hand against my neck and flick Greg’s nose in the process. “Ow!” he complains and pulls back from me. He has been trying to distract me from doing my online class for the last hour. I can feel my irritation start to rise to the level of anger the longer he keeps up his antics. For some reason, I feel like a live wire. I’m not sure if it is from the conversation with Gloria and Brandon and the guilt that has been gnawing at me for not letting Warrick know I’m alive, my growing feelings for Greg when I still love Warrick, my conversation with my parents, or the schoolwork I need to complete. I don’t know. Maybe all of the above.
Greg rests his hands on the arms of my chair and leans in capturing my earlobe between his teeth. I freeze and the irritation quickly exp
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Greg didn’t join us for the movie. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t because my thoughts were of Warrick, and he would know I wasn’t fully present with him. I miss Warrick. God, it hurts to even admit that. I’m not supposed to miss the man that betrayed our bond. I may be the first werewolf to ever be rejected after being marked. The thought brings an ache to my chest. Why wasn’t I worth fighting for? What did I do wrong? I quickly wipe away the traitor tears that escaped down my cheeks. I didn’t want to have to explain myself to Bren and Damien. I glance at the clock and realize where the time is and take a few deep breaths to compose myself before quietly leaving the media room. I step out the back door of the pack house and walk to the edge of the porch. Suddenly, I had the strongest urge to remove my shoes and feel the grass between my toes. With my shoes kicked off, I quickly bound down the steps and give a contented sigh when I feel the cool grass
My dad’s eyes glow a bright blue as my magic pulls the most significant events from his past and forms the intricate designs up his arm. By time it is done, his entire left arm is covered. The story ends over his heart and there the story of when he met my mom and the events that lead up to this very day unfolds. His entire story is intermingled with triumph and failures, love and loss, joy and grief, and friendship and betrayal. It is then that I realize a person’s story won’t always be perfect. There will be ugliness as well as beauty. “You have a beautiful story, dad,” I say and reach out to lightly touch his left chest. Both our eyes are filled with tears when we look at each other. He peers down at his chest and then holds him arm up so he can better see the artwork that now kissed his skin. I step forward and he wraps me in a warm hug. I hug him back and concentrate on the soul of the wolf that will join him
I hear a sliding glass door being pushed open and look up to the balcony on the 2nd floor. It’s awfully late for someone to be up, isn’t it? I look at my phone and realize it’s almost two in the morning. Wow, I flew for a long time. I can only see the silhouette of the person standing on their balcony and watch as a red, glowing ember rises to their face. Whoever they were, they were enjoying a late night or early morning smoke. A gust of wind pushes against my back, pushing the loose strands of my hair into my face. I continue watching the man as he brings his cigarette up for another drag, but then freezes inches from his face. He slowly lowers his hand to his side and drops the cigarette and grounds it out against the balcony floor. He places his hands on the railing and bows his head, standing perfectly still. When another gust of wind blows over me, a few seconds pass before he snaps
---Warrick--- I blink my eyes in the darkness and strain my ears to listen. Something woke me up, but I am not sure what it was. I look over at the alarm clock on my nightstand, the red numbers, glowing 1:55am. I try to go back to sleep but my mind is restless. Something is pulling me outside to the balcony attached to my apartment. I sigh and get up, pulling on the jeans I wore earlier today and slip through the sliding door. I pull a pack of cigarettes and lighter out of my pocket and light one. I took up smoking recently. It calms my nerves and is better than drowning my sorrows in alcohol. Both bad habits, but at least I have my wits about me when I smoke. I take a drag off the cigarette and pull the harsh smoke into my lungs and hold it in before tilt
I groan and roll on my back. “Ow!” I pull a stick out from under me. What the hell? I pause and take in my surroundings and squint my eyes from the harsh sunlight that dances through the canopy of the trees above me. Where am I? I think to myself and shriek when I hear someone clear their throat near me. “Sorry, baby girl. I didn’t mean to startle you.” My dad says with a sheepish grin on his face. He is sitting on a large rock near me with his pure white wings resting behind him. The tattoos of his right arm catch my eye and I follow them to his right pectoral muscles. I admire my handy work and decide it suits him. His eyes search mine with worry and his grin falls. “What happened to you?” He asks as I also ask, “How did you know where I was? I don’t even know where I am? His smile is soft, and he scoots over to me and reaches for my hand. “Ever since your angel side awakened and you started healing me, I have had the ability to track you because you are
I hug my parents goodbye later that evening. Uncle Zane pulled some strings and Greg, and I were going to be staying temporarily with the Timberwolf pack up north. Greg will help train their warriors and I am to work with the kids in the orphanage. Dance therapy. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I will figure it out. This pack takes in the orphans from surrounding packs when their parents are killed in rogue attacks or other battles, meaning they have all experienced some kind of trauma. We will finish our online classes and then apply for college and if we are lucky, start college classes in January. My eyes linger on my mom’s mark. It’s beautiful and reminds me of the one I gave to Warrick except the angel is a male. I tilt my head to the side and look up in shock at my mom. “Rima, you’ve been flying, haven’t you.” It’s not a question. I know the distinct smell of the wind when one is high enough to reach the clouds. “Dad gifted you with wings wh
---Greg--- “Welcome to the Timberwolf Pack,” Alpha Jack says and grips my hand in a hearty handshake. His smile widening as he looks at Divina. “You must be Alpha Zane’s niece. He spoke so highly of you; I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I definitely wasn’t expecting someone so beautiful.” he says, and his eyes linger on her faded mark and then looks at me searching for mine. When he reaches for Divina’s hand and lifts it to his lips, I wrap my arm around her waist and let him know she is mine. He raises an eyebrow at me in question as his eyes fall back to her mark. “I was told that you wouldn’t need much in the way of lodging. Either a single room or small cottage out of the way but seeing as you are marked and Greg is not, I may need to rethink th
---Divina--- I hate getting up early. I groan when my alarm goes off at 4:15 in the morning and wonder if I should just get up or let myself snooze for another 10 minutes. Snoozing wins out and I settle back under the covers and chase those few extra minutes of sleep. Before I know it, my alarm is going off again and I’m ready to throw the damn thing across the room. Whose bright idea was it for me to go to the Warrior’s training session just to prove a point? Oh, yeah, that was me. I roll out of bed and pout all the way to the bathroom across the hall, where I throw my hair back in a high ponytail and splash some cool water on my face before brushing my teeth and heading back to my room to my closet to find some
--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