**** Alyssa **** Three dead. It hurts my heart to see three wolves dead because of me. One looks young, probably my age, and the other two look older. I recognize the older two from the files I examined years ago, but I only remember a little about them as individuals. And that just makes me feel worse. All three must have families who love them; I wonder if the young man had met his mate yet? Just then, a familiar and unexpected voice breaks my revelry. That is a voice I haven't heard in person in many years, and it takes a moment for me to fully register who it is. "Well, I never should have trusted a rogue to do a Luna's job." My brain was still grappling with her words, and I couldn't quite process what she meant. What the heck is she doing here? A heavily pregnant Carin steps out of the plane with a smug grin, and a gun pointed right at me. "Aunt Carin?" This does not make sense. If she's here, does that mean she had something to do with my parents' deaths? And how did
**** Alyssa **** As the plane makes to land on the small private runway in the jungle, I feel my nervousness spike. I don't know a lot about this grandfather of mine, and I've never been to South America before. I'd known, growing up, that my mother was Brazilian, and even though she shared some of her culture with me, this still all seem so foreign, yet at the same time, it feels oddly like home. "You're quiet," Adrian commented with a small, amused smile. We are driving down a road flanked by thick rainforests that I can't keep my eyes off; it is like the trees are calling to me. "I'm just… I want to explore." That's true, but not the full extent of my current feelings. "He's going to love you. He already loves you," Adrian answered my biggest fear without my having to express it. A surge of gratitude caused my smile to twitch. "Thanks," I said, not quite sure what else to say and definitely not willing to admit how much those words affected me. I know my parents loved me an
**** Alyssa **** "What about my friends?" I question, trying to sound calm, but I know I've just snapped, and I am well aware that my voice sounds higher-pitched than usual. "Oh, they are fine; everything is fine. Don't worry. I was going to tell you what we learned," he hastily says, obviously sensing my rising panic. "You could have started with that," I flop into the armchair and dangle my legs over the side, feeling slightly annoyed but definitely relieved. "Carin was right about my father taking Marc and Dara's pack and killing their father," he says. I had a feeling she wasn't lying about that. I suck in a breath, "How are they?" My voice is tight and whispery. I wish I could be there for them both. What a crappy way to learn about the father you never knew. "Well, I was just a baby when it happened, so I don't know much other than the basic facts as reported to me. We have a few old warriors in the pack we've been able to talk to. We've confirmed; theirs was one of the
**** Enzi **** In total, the labor was about two hours. I tried to ignore it, but with shifter hearing, it was hard not to hear the doctor's orders to push. I heard that humans often experience a whole day of labor, and I'm glad our Moon Goddess was kinder to shifter women. I've visited plenty of the packs' new moms here in this very hospital to know that the shifter labor can be anything between 1 and 5 hours. "She's had the baby." Simon's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I promptly leap to my feet. Usually, I would say congratulations, but that doesn't seem to fit this situation. "Girl? Boy?" They had wanted to be surprised this time around. "A girl. She wanted a girl," Simon says with obvious sadness. "Healthy, I assume?" "Yes. She's perfect." "And Carin?" I ask.. "She'll be healed by morning," he shrugs. Good. We still have questions. I pat Simon on the shoulder. I don't know if there are any words to heal his broken heart right now, and I've never really been good at
**** Enzi **** The last thing I remembered was Simon and the hospital floor. Now I am in a fracking wildflower meadow. What the hell? How is Simon? My mate! Oh, holy Goddess, my mate! "She's fine. Or she will be." I turn toward the calming, musical voice and see a gorgeous woman with silvery blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. I recognize her immediately. Three and a half years ago, I dreamed of this woman, and she told me to go to the ball where I met Alyssa. When I recounted that dream to my mother, she was convinced I'd met the Moon Goddess, and at the time, I wasn't, but now I am. Of course, it's rare, but in every generation, a few people claim to have met her. It's why our belief remains so strong. "You're the Moon Goddess!" I feel an unusual sense of panic. That's definitely not a familiar feeling for me, except when my mate is concerned. But here I am in the presence of a literal God; that, or Doctor Dan has given me some good drugs today. "Yes, my child. Though, I go by m
**** Alyssa **** "Hey, Alyssa, sorry to disappoint you. It's just me: Jayvon." "What's wrong? Can I talk to Enzi? Why are you calling Adrian from Enzi's phone? What happened?" I don't know why, but I am suddenly sure that something must be going on. "He's fine. Well, not exactly fine. He was injured, but he's healing, and he will be 100% soon," Jayvon explains, very poorly, I might add. "Let me talk to him… I need to hear his voice," damn, did I just actually say that? "Well, the thing is, it's his voice that's injured. He is currently unable to speak. Which is refreshing," Jayvon grunts, and I laugh in spite of my worries. It sounds like an irritated Alpha might have just whacked him. And if that is the case, he can't be too sick. "I'm switching to facetime. He wants to see you," Jayvon says. A minute later, the screen shows Enzi lying in a hospital bed, much like mine. I have accepted his video but have yet to turn mine on. Reason being that he'll demand to know why I'm in a ho
**** Alyssa **** As Dara stares at Uncle Simon, the room falls deathly silent. Simon, however, is staring out the side window, clearly lost in thought, oblivious to the significance of this moment. Then, I see his nose twitch and eyebrows crease. When his eyes scroll the room and finally land on Dara, his mouth drops open in shock. Oh, Goddess. No, this can't be happening. I want them both to be happy, but this is too much for him, given everything he's gone through in the last couple of days. Jamie said Simon had been understandably isolating himself, clearly depressed. On the other hand, Dara has wanted a mate for so long. She's the fairytale type. The type that always believed her prince charming would find her one day and sweep her off her feet. Instead, Uncle Simon has just been betrayed by the woman he loved for a decade and is facing running a pack and raising a baby and a toddler while grieving. His present circumstances are way more stressful than when he took over from my
**** Alyssa **** 3 Months Later.… I was hesitant when Enzi first suggested a real wedding. We'd been through so much that I was happy to just move on without it. He had to build a case, explaining how guilty he felt that I hadn't been given the dream wedding he thought I deserved the first time around. He said that he'd always planned for us to have a proper ceremony where he could shout his love for me for all the world to hear. I could hardly believe this was the same man I'd met all those years ago. In the end, we agreed to a wedding that included the traditional Luna oath as part of the ceremony, effectively killing two birds with one stone. Now the day is finally here, I am thankful and thrilled he's put as much effort into this for me. He's gone above and beyond to make me feel special. The pack house and grounds have been completely transformed. I'd decided on a fall wedding with a fall color palette. I wasn't much of a party planner, but apparently, Jada, Enzi's mother
**** Alyssa **** 3 Months Later.… I was hesitant when Enzi first suggested a real wedding. We'd been through so much that I was happy to just move on without it. He had to build a case, explaining how guilty he felt that I hadn't been given the dream wedding he thought I deserved the first time around. He said that he'd always planned for us to have a proper ceremony where he could shout his love for me for all the world to hear. I could hardly believe this was the same man I'd met all those years ago. In the end, we agreed to a wedding that included the traditional Luna oath as part of the ceremony, effectively killing two birds with one stone. Now the day is finally here, I am thankful and thrilled he's put as much effort into this for me. He's gone above and beyond to make me feel special. The pack house and grounds have been completely transformed. I'd decided on a fall wedding with a fall color palette. I wasn't much of a party planner, but apparently, Jada, Enzi's mother
**** Alyssa **** As Dara stares at Uncle Simon, the room falls deathly silent. Simon, however, is staring out the side window, clearly lost in thought, oblivious to the significance of this moment. Then, I see his nose twitch and eyebrows crease. When his eyes scroll the room and finally land on Dara, his mouth drops open in shock. Oh, Goddess. No, this can't be happening. I want them both to be happy, but this is too much for him, given everything he's gone through in the last couple of days. Jamie said Simon had been understandably isolating himself, clearly depressed. On the other hand, Dara has wanted a mate for so long. She's the fairytale type. The type that always believed her prince charming would find her one day and sweep her off her feet. Instead, Uncle Simon has just been betrayed by the woman he loved for a decade and is facing running a pack and raising a baby and a toddler while grieving. His present circumstances are way more stressful than when he took over from my
**** Alyssa **** "Hey, Alyssa, sorry to disappoint you. It's just me: Jayvon." "What's wrong? Can I talk to Enzi? Why are you calling Adrian from Enzi's phone? What happened?" I don't know why, but I am suddenly sure that something must be going on. "He's fine. Well, not exactly fine. He was injured, but he's healing, and he will be 100% soon," Jayvon explains, very poorly, I might add. "Let me talk to him… I need to hear his voice," damn, did I just actually say that? "Well, the thing is, it's his voice that's injured. He is currently unable to speak. Which is refreshing," Jayvon grunts, and I laugh in spite of my worries. It sounds like an irritated Alpha might have just whacked him. And if that is the case, he can't be too sick. "I'm switching to facetime. He wants to see you," Jayvon says. A minute later, the screen shows Enzi lying in a hospital bed, much like mine. I have accepted his video but have yet to turn mine on. Reason being that he'll demand to know why I'm in a ho
**** Enzi **** The last thing I remembered was Simon and the hospital floor. Now I am in a fracking wildflower meadow. What the hell? How is Simon? My mate! Oh, holy Goddess, my mate! "She's fine. Or she will be." I turn toward the calming, musical voice and see a gorgeous woman with silvery blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. I recognize her immediately. Three and a half years ago, I dreamed of this woman, and she told me to go to the ball where I met Alyssa. When I recounted that dream to my mother, she was convinced I'd met the Moon Goddess, and at the time, I wasn't, but now I am. Of course, it's rare, but in every generation, a few people claim to have met her. It's why our belief remains so strong. "You're the Moon Goddess!" I feel an unusual sense of panic. That's definitely not a familiar feeling for me, except when my mate is concerned. But here I am in the presence of a literal God; that, or Doctor Dan has given me some good drugs today. "Yes, my child. Though, I go by m
**** Enzi **** In total, the labor was about two hours. I tried to ignore it, but with shifter hearing, it was hard not to hear the doctor's orders to push. I heard that humans often experience a whole day of labor, and I'm glad our Moon Goddess was kinder to shifter women. I've visited plenty of the packs' new moms here in this very hospital to know that the shifter labor can be anything between 1 and 5 hours. "She's had the baby." Simon's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I promptly leap to my feet. Usually, I would say congratulations, but that doesn't seem to fit this situation. "Girl? Boy?" They had wanted to be surprised this time around. "A girl. She wanted a girl," Simon says with obvious sadness. "Healthy, I assume?" "Yes. She's perfect." "And Carin?" I ask.. "She'll be healed by morning," he shrugs. Good. We still have questions. I pat Simon on the shoulder. I don't know if there are any words to heal his broken heart right now, and I've never really been good at
**** Alyssa **** "What about my friends?" I question, trying to sound calm, but I know I've just snapped, and I am well aware that my voice sounds higher-pitched than usual. "Oh, they are fine; everything is fine. Don't worry. I was going to tell you what we learned," he hastily says, obviously sensing my rising panic. "You could have started with that," I flop into the armchair and dangle my legs over the side, feeling slightly annoyed but definitely relieved. "Carin was right about my father taking Marc and Dara's pack and killing their father," he says. I had a feeling she wasn't lying about that. I suck in a breath, "How are they?" My voice is tight and whispery. I wish I could be there for them both. What a crappy way to learn about the father you never knew. "Well, I was just a baby when it happened, so I don't know much other than the basic facts as reported to me. We have a few old warriors in the pack we've been able to talk to. We've confirmed; theirs was one of the
**** Alyssa **** As the plane makes to land on the small private runway in the jungle, I feel my nervousness spike. I don't know a lot about this grandfather of mine, and I've never been to South America before. I'd known, growing up, that my mother was Brazilian, and even though she shared some of her culture with me, this still all seem so foreign, yet at the same time, it feels oddly like home. "You're quiet," Adrian commented with a small, amused smile. We are driving down a road flanked by thick rainforests that I can't keep my eyes off; it is like the trees are calling to me. "I'm just… I want to explore." That's true, but not the full extent of my current feelings. "He's going to love you. He already loves you," Adrian answered my biggest fear without my having to express it. A surge of gratitude caused my smile to twitch. "Thanks," I said, not quite sure what else to say and definitely not willing to admit how much those words affected me. I know my parents loved me an
**** Alyssa **** Three dead. It hurts my heart to see three wolves dead because of me. One looks young, probably my age, and the other two look older. I recognize the older two from the files I examined years ago, but I only remember a little about them as individuals. And that just makes me feel worse. All three must have families who love them; I wonder if the young man had met his mate yet? Just then, a familiar and unexpected voice breaks my revelry. That is a voice I haven't heard in person in many years, and it takes a moment for me to fully register who it is. "Well, I never should have trusted a rogue to do a Luna's job." My brain was still grappling with her words, and I couldn't quite process what she meant. What the heck is she doing here? A heavily pregnant Carin steps out of the plane with a smug grin, and a gun pointed right at me. "Aunt Carin?" This does not make sense. If she's here, does that mean she had something to do with my parents' deaths? And how did
**** Enzi **** I thought my heart would explode when she suggested staying in my room last night. It took her a while to fall asleep, I could sense her nerves, but I could also sense that she was starting to need me, want me. She finally rolled her back to me and tucked herself in as my baby spoon. Fracking perfect! "Is this alright?" she'd asked. "Yep," my answer was short because having her heavenly self this close to me set my soul on fire. I was desperately trying to think unsexy thoughts so that she wouldn't feel the rapidly hardening buddy poking her from behind. When I did fall asleep, it was the first time in a long time that I felt this at ease. Now, the golden glow of the sun is just tinting my room. I'm sure I didn't get much sleep, but having my gorgeous mate beside me, feeling safe and comfortable with me, made me feel fully refreshed regardless of how much sleep I had. "I love you, Alyssa. Even if you don't love me yet, I will always love you," I whisper while she