**This is Book Three of the Guardians Trilogy. This book contains references to events that occurred in the first two books and spoilers for those books. It is recommended that you read The Broken Warrior’s Daughter and Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this, the final book in the trilogy. Eli
Ten years old “How’s my beautiful girl?” My dad asks me as I walk down the stairs of our packhouse on my 10th birthday. “Good morning Daddy. I’m good. I can’t wait to get my wolf today!” I’ve been the apple of my father’s eye for ten years. He is always proudly taking me around, introducing me to
I dread the morning of my 12th birthday. I know my father is getting more and more angry and if I don’t have my wolf on my birthday, it will set him off. Over the last two years, his anger and aggression have increased and the pack is suffering for it. Everyone walks on eggshells with my father now.
At the first bus station, my mother pulls us off the bus and we buy tickets to another destination. This continues through three more bus stations, changing destinations midway through our journey. When we finally get to a place where she decides we can stay, it’s the middle of the night two days l
That conversation with my mother happened five years ago. My father’s infidelity killed her slowly over three years. In the end, I believe my father took another mate. My mother had been getting weaker and weaker, but that last day, her scream of pain was something I will never forget. It was my si
That night, I went into the forest surrounding the small town. When Maia confirmed that we were alone, I stripped off my clothes and let her begin the first shift. It was agonizing. Usually, the human form shifts at age 10 when the body isn’t fully developed. My first shift being at 18 and without a
The irony of this situation is not lost on me, proving that the Moon Goddess does, indeed, have a sense of humor. I kidnapped a Guardian nearly a year ago to forcibly take her as my mate. She ended up being underage, so me trying to mark her didn’t work. While I’ve seen the error of my ways and rea
There’s a lot for us to emotionally unpack in our first conversation. When her 30 minutes are up, she comes to collect the dishes from my table before going behind the counter and disappearing into the back. I perk up my ears, ensuring that she doesn’t plan to sneak out the back. I’m pleasantly sur