Walking helped clear both our minds. Ivan didn’t elaborate further on why he grabbed me so tightly but he told me lots of tales of growing up. How kind his parents were, how his own first shift had happened at fourteen and how he had bolted off up into the mountains, by the time he shifted back he was completely lost. He laughed at describing how he ended up building a raft from logs, trying to float back towards Silver City then just as he’d finished it he remembered there was no river, only the huge lakes and jetties. He had made it though, his father had been following from a distance to make sure he was safe. His stories were so jolly, all these adventures and excursions. Even warrior training sounded fun, then from the age of eighteen living in the Silver City castle. “My life has been so boring until now, I could sum up my existence as just plant, harvest, sell, fight, and that would cover it.” “No silly adventures with friends, surely you must have been romanced by someone,”
I knew she would love it up here. It had taken my breath away too all those years ago. Reminiscing about my own first shift brought back a lot of memories. Most of them are good. There are always horror stories. The shifts that go wrong. Where the human cannot control the wolf or fights too hard against their control, and they end up getting hurt. More than one person has been known to go mad, unable to cope with the voices. If you don’t learn to see it as an amplified conscience it can start to get to you. A chatty, non-stop wolf would be horrendous. Kohl and I were a good team because although he was quick to anger, very aggressive at fighting and a truly dangerous beast in wolf form, he considered matters like a military strategist. Whether Cherish’s little flashes of temper, her frustration at lack of control would be a good or bad thing for her wolf was another. Her face watching me make the deal with the truck buyer today, if I hadn’t consulted her, she would have been outra
What a rush. There are no words to describe the past few hours, to fully escribe hte racing of my heart adn the way every sensation came alive. So the pain was horrific but I trusted Halo and wow, I was rewarded. When Halo first sped down that cliff face I wanted to scream with exhilaration, so she let of a huge howl for me. Showing me the forest through her eyes, her knowledge was fascinating. Once she sensed Ivan starting to track us she simply said /watch this/ and took off like a rocket. I’ve never known speed like it, her precision and deft little paws didn’t stumble once in the darkness of the forest. One continuous flowing movement, rocketing at such a pace there wasn’t a chance for Ivan. We kept up the frantic sprinting for ages, until finally Halo whispered, /can you smell Ivan, we have doubled back onto him, he is now upwind from us so we can track him./ Ducking low we moved silently through the undergrowth, being such a small wolf she had no trouble picking hiding place
He returned to softly kissing my neck, walking me backwards towards the fire. I could feel his dick, already wet with pre-cum pressing against my stomach, Halo instantly growled with desire in my mind, there was only one thing on her agenda now. “It might hurt you know, even though we’re mates and you’ve shifted” he whispered, caressing my hair. “Then you’ll have to do it again until it doesn’t hurt won’t you,” I whispered back, nipping his neck and making him growl. “Cherish you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you. All this time, your body, your so fucking perfect, your scent, everything it’s just…” and he pulled me to him for a kiss. The kiss started off romantic but soon graduated into heavier, rougher caresses. He was slowly losing his restraint as I felt Halo pulling at me, begging me to just grab his dick and place it where I needed it. Words ended as I found myself backed into a tree. His kisses were fervent and rough. His mouth assaulted my breasts sucking my nipples raw
I’d forgotten what it was like to lose my mind like that. I’ve spent so many years trying to constantly wrench control back from Kohl. Whilst stuck in the Cage system, fighting to die, I was trying to run everything on my terms. I remembered how leading up to my commitment ceremony with Azalea I couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning as I wrestled with my conscience. One half of me wanted to follow her wherever she led, the other half of me was heartbroken at betraying the pack and my friends. Kohl was permanently agitated and paranoid. When I eventually rejected Azalea Kohl upgraded his mood to severely pissed, furious at me taking such a decision on our behalf. There has been so much battling, the reins of control swapping between us for during crisis over the past four years. It was only choosing Cherish in that sordid line-up that saw us start to rebuild. However It was only when my hand touched Cherish’s that we truly united once more. We are one spirit again. Both of us consume
I did my best to keep him pinned to that campsite but even I had to admit defeat after a few hours. Washing up and drinking from a nearby stream my blonde hair was wet and tied up in a tight bun on the top of my head. Ivan wore that crisp white, v-neck shirt and dark pants, I was in a new maroon tunic dress and leggings. we looked like completely different people to the ragged, loosely dressed couple in the Cage.Stomping along in our hiking boots my heart was light and happy. What could be better than finding out your mate was the person you were already madly in love with? I held his hand, marvelled at the surroundings, and enjoyed the birdsong. I was on such a high it took me a while to realise Ivan’s mood was heading in the opposite direction. The hike had started with jokes and playful, gentle nudges and banter. Once we reached the top of the last hillcrest everything changed. “That’s Silver City,” he pointed, his jaw clenched so tightly he barely spoke. Ahead I could see a huge
It’s all just too fucking weird. It shouldn’t be, the past is the past so everyone tries to tell me but it’s impossible when nothing has changed. The same flags, same people, businesses, uniforms, Helena’s ridiculously curly brown hair. The only difference is her pregnancy bump. The past, a place where Azalea is my mate and not Cherish. This is the place where Bella, her grey eyes so trusting and seeking love, was gradually corrupted into committing murder. Secrets and lies flourish within the castle walls. It didn’t help Azalea who saw plots and schemes everywhere she went. I won’t have Cherish go through it. Helena had every right to turn me away, so I addressed her alone. Cherish is so new to having a wolf, if Helena had told us there was no place for us, she could have maybe tried to attack her. Stranger things have happened. The Helena I left behind over four years ago was barely twenty, still a shiny new Luna, learning the ropes. Now she has the poise and presence of a seas
The relief when Ivan didn’t dismiss my little speech was unreal. The sadness when he didn’t recognise the wave of warm love hitting him broke my heart. Any jealousy I might have had about being his second-chance mate floated away. I don’t need to be jealous of someone who didn’t even treat Ivan the way he deserved. When a small servant in a grey tunic summoned us we had redressed, my hair properly brushed and plaited down my back with my maroon dress. Still an alien feeling to be smartly dressed in front of him. Ivan however, looked so handsome.“I am a huge fan of the White Forest look.” I murmured, pulling at the strings of his white shirt, revealing the deepest angle of the v-shape cut to me. “If they accept me what do I get to wear?” “You’ll get a hooded cloak, you’ll have seen them all wearing them.” “So I wear that and nothing else?” I asked innocently, loving the way his eyes glimmered whenever I teased him with a tempting idea. The little female servant was speedy, a long w
Without thinking I shouted “Stop!” causing the cloaked person to sprint. “GUARDS!” I screeched, unable to mind-link members outside of my pack. Why was the entire fucking castle asleep! Sprinting after the cloaked figure I saw nobody else, no guards, not even a servant to help me catch the stranger. Arriving at the huge foyer of the castle, surrounded by flickering torches, hanging tapestries and miserable grey stone walls I had nothing to follow. They had vanished into thin air. All I knew from the build around the cloak was that they were a man, a man wearing long black trousers. Giving up the chase, I headed back to my room, flights of stairs, leading me to nothing but duplicating corridors of arched doorways, presumably student accommodation. The door to my parents’ suite remained open. “Papa?” I knocked softly to no answer. /Cillian, I am so sorry/ Vez said, realising before I did that my world had been knocked from its axis, shattered like porcelain. On the double bed, wrappe
I understood immediately why Papa never took us to many of these charades. Standing there in a pompous white shirt, on display like a prize pig at a fair I was happy to escape with Genevieve into the masses. I wasn’t so happy about Nikolai. We had only met briefly during a few childhood meetings but as a man he oozed anger and resentment. What for, I have no idea, but my sister and her wide eyes clearly thought it was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Silently, from my chosen distance, I watched his charisma overwhelm her, my own heckles rising. /She asked you to let her be an adult, to make her own choices/ Vez urged. Ever since first shifting and Vez came into my world it has been like having two fathers, both eager for me to prosper as Alpha. Our wolf fur was as red and fiery as my hair. I cringed, remembering how Jackson had laughingly called me the Infant Inferno, leaving me furious. Vez however, despite our fiery colour was sage, calming and fair. My papa tried to downpl
Having to walk in behind my parents I felt like a child amongst women. Despite the stunning dress, the styled hair and jewels I’d been given, the ballroom had a strange feel about it. I felt watched ,studied, but not in the usual way, like at home in Cragstone when crowds gathered. One person’s gaze had me flustered. The smell of burning spice made my eyes widen in fear, urgently seeking out the owner. As though we were in danger of attack, then I saw Nikolai Romanov. He headed up towards our little royal enclosure furtively, as though he was breaking in. He was just as entitled to be there as the rest of us and yet his fearsomely dark eyes were stuck on me. He offered no greetings to anyone else, not even his parents. My heart flipped, what do you do when someone looks so blatantly at you? He wasn’t undressing me with his eyes or anything crude like the silly Kharkov boys. Instead, he was seriously, steadily looking at me as a person. Almost the same age as me, already nineteen and
I know exactly why she is nervous. It’s not ideal and we’ve put it off for so long that it’s brought the formal gold bordered letter from Alexander to force our attendance. They are so young, the twins are barely even adults. If they find their mates tonight there it is more complicated than they realise. For Kharkov’s girls, or Lyon’s boys, when they make their match it will be a simple case of falling in love and finding a place to live and be happy together. Our children, should it be from a rival pack, will see alliances drawn up, decisions taken out of their hands as their parents become a tangle of wants and wishes. Should my beautiful, delicate little Genevieve be drawn in with that dark-haired lout Nikolai, what then? He is the future Alpha of White Forest, as Freya is to live in Rising Star. I would lose my darling girl. I know it is just the mindset of a scared father. I am a proud, happy man, terrified of nothing the world can throw at me. Except for damaging my family'
I gasped at the sight of our intruder. Cillian, my beautiful boy, had somehow transformed into a powerful, charismatic man, his white shirt open at the top showing the sculpted chest he inherited from his father. His coppery red hair had an even fierier tone than Ivan’s, almost sheer red, whilst his eyes had eventually turned blue like my own, despite starting green. He had a strong, masculine jaw and his figure had developed over the past year. He had trained like a beast with Kharkov and Jackson, as if preparing for his mate by getting into perfect shape. “Are we ready to do this parade then?” he grumbled, fiddling with his cufflink, the rasping depth of his manly voice still making me wistful even after years of it breaking. “How has a white shirt made you look this grown up,” I said softly, adjusting the collar of his shirt whilst he towered over me and his father. The squidgy faced little boy who hid behind my skirts clutching stacks of buns he had stolen from Martha was no m
** TWENTY YEARS LATER ** “I cannot believe it has truly been so long since we were last at White Forest,” I murmured, standing in the same suite we had used so many years ago. Back when I shouted at Helena and suggested she had failed Ivan. The four-poster bed and stained glass windows were unchanged. As if we had simply stepped back in time. The sight of the balcony, where I had once stood in only a black cloak for Ivan to devour under the pale blue moonlight made me smile and Halo purr in remembrance. “You are as amazing now as you were then,” Ivan murmured, approaching me with a grin. In his late forties he was getting somehow even more handsome with age. His hair remained the stunning copper beacon I looked for first in every room whilst his frame remained strong, tall and muscular. Although my heart had two other beacons to contend with in Genevieve and Cillian, Ivan’s strength was the tree which my roots had grown around. They had turned eighteen last winter, Ivan insiste
Although Ivan’s silly trick with the balcony made me laugh, we were soon back in the same glum mood we had left the dinner party with last night. The stone walls around us swirled with confusion, the footsteps of unknown servants constantly pattering by made me feel watched, edgy. At home, in Cragstone we knew exactly who roamed our smaller world. “We should just ask Helena outright,” I snapped in frustration, “they’re discussing us and our babies so why shouldn’t we know.” Ultimately we had the matter taken out of our hands. A small, elderly male servant summoned us for breakfast with Alpha Brandon and Luna Hollie down in the dining hall. Kissing the babies and leaving them with Kharkov and Penelope we made our way for attempt Day Two of the so-called Conference. As expected the four of them were already there. Brandon raised his hand as soon as he saw us enter and saw Ivan assessing the situation. Alpha Alexander for once looked distressed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes wer
My worst fears were confirmed. This wasn’t a proper conference, there was no respect for our attendance as the leaders of the Shadowlands pack, it was some ridiculous notion by Helena to try and fix her own ego. Kissing Cherish softly as she tended to the babies with Penelope I informed Kharkov I was heading for a stroll, he could stay with the women and enjoy some breakfast. His face lit up at the prospect, whether it was breakfast or the company of the women I could not tell which thrilled him more. I loved the fact he had such a bond with Cherish. Having someone in your corner like that, it’s how I used to see myself and Helena. Different but the same. /If everything had stayed the same, we would have been dead in a ditch long ago. Some things have to change/ Kohl murmured sagely. I agreed with him, but I still regretted my lost friendship. Heading out of the huge double doored stone archway I found myself looking down upon a splendid view of the surrounding forest. It was so
When the servant brought us into the dining hall it was just as grand as I expected. Huge golden candelabras and chandeliers lit up a picture perfect room. The usual tapestries and war scenes I had grown used to seeing at White Forest were not present here. Rising Star was a gallery of landscapes. The valleys, lakes and forests depicted everywhere gave the castle a softer feeling than I had expected this pile of stones to provide. Even the soft rugs were welcomely eyed by Halo, my feet still not fully healed made me want to jump to the nearest chair. I preferred this castle to White Forest, though as Halo warned me, that may just be because I had lingering reservations about Luna Helena and her knowledge of Fate. Ivan, bless him, knew my feet were not fully healed yet and made sure to have me seated comfortably before anything else. Alpha Brandon and Luna Hollie were kind and gracious hosts. They clearly adored Helena and Alexander, a cosy coupling that we were on the outside of.