Even though I'm aware it's possible to have human mates, I can't help but feel shocked at the revelation. It's hard to believe that all this while, Riley had been his mate. This also answers the question that had plagued my mind for years. Niall is not my mate. Strangely, it feels like I've known it all this while. Like it's been dangling in front of my face but I couldn't quite tell what it was. But then, all the memories I made with Niall, everything I felt for him, seems futile. Why hasn't the goddess Luna guided me? Why was I made to walk this path blindly? Niall takes a step closer, drawing me out of my thoughts. He begins, his voice small, “I found out on Riley’s birthday. Well, not really. I felt strange around her. It was like… I couldn’t tell what was happening. I couldn’t figure it out.” “You could’ve told me about it. You kept me in the dark. You avoided me all these days,” I complain. “I wanted to tell you but how could I if I wasn’t sure myself?” His voice grows lo
Sirens blaze in the distance; chaos reigns in the corridors. Everything is happening too quickly. The sounds of people crying, talking, consoling each other, arguing—all muffled into something incomprehensible to my ears. I still have the white paper snatched in my hand. Jordan hasn't moved from my side, but Niall is moving around as cops and elders from the pack start arriving at the location. My mind can't register what he's trying to do, but I assure myself that he's helping in some way. The buzzing noise in my ears has returned. "Nessa? Hey?" I hear Jordan call my name. "Are you alright?" He places his hand around my back. I don't push him away; instead, I lean in, feeling safer that way. "Yeah," I answer, "I'm fine." Jordan's voice drops to a soft tone, his eyes glistening with an emotion I do not understand. "Your phone has been ringing for a while. You were zoned out." "Oh," I mumble. Then shaking my head, I pull out my cellphone. There are five missed calls from my mother.
I feel the ache in my head become more intense as I follow Jordan in the dark forest. My ears catch every little movement around us; my eyes see tiny worms crawling on the ground that I would've otherwise missed. I hear the crash of waves against rocks even though we are nowhere close to any of the beaches. Jordan’s mom had walked in just before we were leaving, warning us not to wander in the dark. But we sneaked out anyway, carrying along some of the knives displayed on the wall. By now, I assume that everyone is aware of what happened with Rachel. Bellpond is large enough, but it is well-connected. They would've linked the missing people with it. The packs will meet soon and come to a decision about it. I have no idea what is done in such a situation. Bellpond has fallen to several internal conflicts, but never had hunters entered the territory and succeeded in causing such havoc. I've heard of entire packs being wiped out by hunters trained for generations with the best weapo
Several moments of silence follow between us. I make myself focus on the rhythm of Jordan’s beating heart, but his eyes are tempting, not allowing me to look away. I'm in a trance, one I do not wish to break free from. “I-I don’t know,” I hear myself say. It would be a huge lie if I said I had not imagined this moment a thousand times in my head before. But now when it is real, I feel my heart clouded by fear. His hands make their way around my waist and draw me closer still. “You don’t?” he questions me. His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Jordan, I…” I sigh, losing control of my own words. Even though our noses are touching now, I feel disappointed at the distance between us. Tearing my gaze away from his hypnotizing eyes, I try to look elsewhere. Then I find it lingering on his lips. “If I kiss you now, will you know?” he asks all of a sudden, causing my heart to still. I am not sure if I heard him right. I lick my lips, taking in a breath. Closing my eyes briefly, I
Without sparing a moment, Jordan turns around, his back facing me. He stands silently—not a word leaves his mouth after that. I know it is time. I have to face my true self now. My wolf is within reach—I can feel it. My ears cut out all other sounds. All I hear is the fearful beating of my heart. My eyes sweep to Jordan's quiet figure, and the view comforts me a little. Even if I had the choice, I would not replace him with anyone else at this moment. He is here for me. And that is all I want then. Hastily, I take off my clothes and shoes, dropping them coolly to the ground. The cold wind nips at my bare skin, but the soft grass between my toes feels welcoming. The sky stays empty, the moon unavailable to further calm my senses, but I picture it to be there anyway. I close my eyes, sucking in a sharp breath. “Bless me, Goddess Luna,” the words leave my lips in a whisper. The first stab of pain strikes my right arm. The crack of bones falls on my ears, and I shut my mouth tightly,
“No!” he blurts, stepping back. “Why would you think that?” I remain silent, not knowing what to say. He regards my face for a moment, his eyes gazing intensely, and then within a moment seals the distance between us, embracing me in a hug. I freeze, startled by his action. “Jordan, I really like you,” I whisper after easing into the hug. I hear him chuckle. “It’s obvious. Good for me.” He hugs me tighter. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while, Ness. And I swear nothing has felt more amazing.” “Y-You’re amazing too,” I say and bite my lip, realizing I could’ve said anything else and it would’ve sounded less stupid. That’s the effect he has on me. I’m always at a loss of words around him, my mind befuddled by his eyes. Jordan lets go of me briefly only to pull me in for a kiss. I smile against his lips. “I’ll walk you home?” he asks, tucking a strand of my dark hair behind my ears. I nod and smile meekly. — I step inside my house and close the door behind me, leaning against it
"Why are we going to the hotel?" I question, stopping in my tracks as I realize I've been blindly following Niall and Riley. I find several members of our pack standing outside, young and old, many of them carrying bags. Niall answers my question, "We decided it was best to be together. Our pack does not have a packhouse, so your mother suggested moving all those that lived in isolated parts of the island here. In the hotel." I nod, understanding the motive behind this. "What about the Blood Moon pack?" "They still have a packhouse. I don't know what condition it is in, but Jordan assured me they'd be safe there." Riley looks out of place. She's looking around with a creased forehead, her feet shifting repeatedly. She's scared too, I realize. Hunters have not graced our land before. Any misery and death has been brought upon us only due to internal conflicts. Territorial breaches or by rogue wolves. I heave in a deep breath, feeling a little suffocated. There are few tourists, i
All my attempts at tracking Cole are futile. I manage to find out the room the group has occupied, but there's nothing that makes me feel suspicious. The list of people currently staying at the hotel is short, and they haven't been there long enough to raise any red flags. As I make my way inside the hotel, my ears pick up many things. Some of my people believe the Blood Moon pack is responsible for the deaths, since both of the murders are of werewolves belonging to our pack—Silver Crescent. I find that infuriating. I neither have the patience nor the time to deal with such nonsense. They can waste their time blaming each other, but I'm not going to do the same. Stepping outside, I see young members of our pack already lined up in groups to begin training. At least something is going right, I think, allowing myself to sigh in relief. But what am I going to do? Where can I go? Niall and his betas are scouring the forest. Jordan would be doing his part too. I close my eyes, asking my