* * * Eve’s POV * * * This morning is just too much to handle. It started with the revolting task of trying to make the guest wing clear of the backlogged drain smell. Then the visit from Beta Damian, who observed far too much and acted far too weird for my liking. Although the weirdness now has a reason. He could be Becca’s mate. Not only could he be Becca’s mate, but he may also have been around my mate. Me. With a mate. Of course, I’ve dreamt of what it could be like, but I’ve never dared to hope that it could happen. I mean, after all, I don’t leave the pack and I very rarely leave the packhouse. I don’t think I’ve ever met another wolf from another pack, in all my time here. The pastries and muffins have cooled enough to be placed on the tiered serving platters that we now have. It’s amazing, the lengths that Alpha Charles will go to, to make sure that his pack appears to be flourishing. That the pack appears to be well looked after and happy. The fact is the only ones who app
* * * Max’s POV * * * Damian was right. A shower was just what I needed. Once the cold water hits me, I feel so much better, and my mind feels a lot clearer. I’m eager to continue our discussion on whether or not it’s my mate's scent I have caught. We only learned what a mate was at a young age. It’s not until we turn 13 years old that we will begin to learn everything there is to know about mates. I had missed out on that. Living and serving at the Nights Watch didn’t entail educational classes. Damian returns to the room as I leave the en-suite, the smell of the food literally has my mouth watering and my stomach rumbling in appreciation and he encourages me to eat. It’s more of a bribe actually. He will talk only when I eat. We sit at the table, the mouth-watering smell of the various delicacies calling me. It’s like I’m a child again, unable to make up my mind about what I want to eat. So I do the mature thing, and I take a bite out of everything. As I’m enjoying a chocolate c
* * * Alpha Charles’s POV * * *That stupid Omega just had to come out of the kitchen and have her bruised jaw and head wound seen by the others. What was she trying to achieve? I’d forbidden her to come out, she could have made an excuse. But no. She had dared to defy my orders. I’d noticed the looks on their faces. She deserves her punishment. It feels good to punish her, it’s been far too long since I’ve shown I mean business. Maybe the others will now listen. That man and his wolf have come out of nowhere. I didn’t even see or hear him enter the kitchen. The first I know of his presence is his wolf’s teeth tearing into my shoulder and throwing me across the kitchen. It hurts like a bitch. It’s been some time since I’ve fought and even longer since I’ve been injured. Who is he to interfere with how I run my pack and how I punish insubordination? “Who the fuck are you to challenge me? You will regret this boy,” I tell him as I prepare to add another to my kill list.He’s edging t
* * * Eve’s POV * * * The last thing that I remember is Alpha Charles beating me. He’d viciously and repeatedly kicked and punched me. I haven’t received a beating like that in years. I’d required Hospital treatment that last time. There’d been a fight, between who I can’t say. There were crashing and banging sounds and the angry snarls of wolves. Something had squashed me and then, my vision had started blurring and I’d felt ridiculously hot, and then I’d blacked out. The blackness had welcomed me, it beckoned me closer and embraced me. It provides me with a way out of the pain I’ve been feeling. I accept its embrace and I float weightlessly in its darkness. A place I don’t feel pain. A place I am safe. The black abyss is still present but fading. I’m on the edge, between the abyss of nothingness and reality, but I’m partially aware of my surroundings. I’m laid on something lumpy. Something lumpy with soft sheets. My body feels battered, tender and bruised. I try to open my eyes,
* * * Max’s POV * * *The Nurse witch-wolf has mind-linked her husband, Walter, she says he’s called. She says she’s told him to gather all the visiting Alphas and councilmen in the meeting room at once. While Doctor Andrews has stabilised Damian and transferred him to a Hospital bed, I’ve called my pack to request a small team of my strongest warriors to attend the Mountain View pack urgently and without delay. They will be here within the next hour. I told to use their wolf form once they reach the national park. Travelling in wolf form over rough terrain is much quicker than travelling by car. I’ll deal with the damage limitation of possible sightings by humans at a later date. For now, my mate is my priority. Nate and I are crazy for this girl we have never met. Walking to the meeting room, in silence, beside Dorothy, my mind wanders. It’s as though my soul has stopped the search it’s been on for a time that feels like forever. As though it no longer sees nor seeks a path, yet
* * * Eve’s POV * * * I come to with a thudding headache; I clench my eyes shut against the dull pain. My whole body is throbbing, and it stings something rotten, my wounds are slowly healing. I bite out a curse and try to move my left hand to inspect the damage - except my hand doesn’t move. I then try to move my right hand. Again it doesn’t move. Panic wells up inside of me, something is restraining my arms. My legs are also immobilised, which I realise when I try to move them. Why am I restrained? Restrained on a bed. Oh merciful Moon Goddess, please don’t let them abuse me, I silently pray.Everything is black. I can’t see, but my eyes feel physically fine. I wiggle my eyebrows and feel fabric rub against my face. I must be blindfolded, I think. The violent hum of electricity streaking through the air assaults my battered head, calling forth a grimace of agony. A steady dripping sound of liquid echoes all around me. When I try to focus on the sound, it seems to be coming from a
* * * Max’s POV * * * We’ve been searching, digging and following the damn concrete tunnel for bloody hours. Despite the valiant efforts of every single wolf here helping. Each wolf is determined to find my mate. The wolves in my pack, maintaining their focus and determination to save their Luna. Whoever had made the tunnel had known what they were doing. They had planned for the event that somebody could track it from above. It’s bought him a head start of multiple hours. A head start that could change the outcome of this hunt. It’s snaked around in direction multiple times, but it does have a general direction. That direction is away from the pack-land. Pity that we didn’t figure it out sooner, it would have saved us hours. Valuable hours that could have been spent saving my mate, valuable hours that I could have spent looking at my mate for the first time. But we’re now approaching the outskirts of the pack-land. The tunnel forms a T shape just outside of the Mountain View pack-
* * * Eve’s POV * * * I’m riding in the back seat of my body. I watch as Cora prepares a syringe of wolfsbane and then as she looks down with my eyes. Watching our claws elongate into deadly weapons. She walks us to hide behind the door. She uses my body to adopt a predatory stance, a hunter prepared to attack. The rhythmic sound of metal mechanisms unlocking has Cora crouching, the ding of the door handle turning has her leaning forwards, preparing to pounce. Slowly the door edges open a crack, its hinges creaking. She raises our left hand high, with our elongated claws poised for tearing flesh, and our right hand holds the syringe of wolfsbane. The door opens further, and the outline of a slight person enters the room, not bothering to look around and take stock of their surroundings. They turn and slowly and gently shut and lock the door. ‘That’s mistake number one. Always be aware of your surroundings’, Cora tells me, commenting internally. The person’s silhouette is walking i
* * * Nellie’s POV * * *From the punch to the erosion of self-esteem over time, domestic abuse can either come fast or act as a dimmer switch. Nellie was ashamed that she had never gotten out of her situation. It had almost killed her on several occasions. She was an emotionally dependent sort and had never been on her own before. But once you have kids, they are your priority. They have to be. You try to get out and make a new life, a better one, and become their role model. If you don't want your kids to put up with the same... neither can you... otherwise they most likely will... because people often subconsciously seek what they grew up with, even if it's harmful. That is why she had tried to escape over the years and that is why she had written for help from her parents. There were nights when she knew Max would lie in his bed listening to the sound of fighting. Her, his mother would shout and cry, begging to be released from this living hell, his father would begin laying int
* * * Max Aged Three * * * If Nellie was a house, it was built out of love, and the floor is her faith in who she is. Robert’s cynicism ate away at the walls and hit the floor until one day it cracked. The perfect house everyone knew and loved, fell completely. Recovery was the biggest challenge she had ever achieved, and only possible because she loved her son, the community and nature. She worked to rebuild her house, a brick at a time; she put in new floors and polished them to a homely brown. There are times she still finds that there is a brick missing here and there, or perhaps the floor needs bringing back to a shine, but she made it. She was determined to make it for her son.She had tried reaching out to her family and to Harrison. But to no avail, so far. But she wouldn’t give up. Once Max was down for his nap, she found her writing journal and began writing again.‘Mama and Papa,It’s been just over three years since I last saw your faces, and almost three years since I’v
* * * Nellie Aged 13 * * * “But Dad, what if I get bullied at the new school too? Please keep me home. Teach me here.” Nellie whined. “Sweetheart, you have to go to school. King Arthur promised that the teachers would look out for you here,” her father reassured her. “But what if they do bully me?” she fretted. “Then we go to speak to the King; it will be fine, I promise,” her father soothed her. It was her first day at the Lycan High School that resided within the Lycan kingdom. She had spent all night tossing and turning, wondering if the Lycans there would accept her. The last two years at her previous school had been miserable. The school was mixed with humans and Lycans. The humans were unaware that creatures of fantasy existed and shared their classrooms and halls. She had not bonded with the humans, and the Lycans had ridiculed her and kept calling her a dog, which was their way of insulting werewolves. It hadn’t bothered her to be called a dog; what bothered her was that
* * * Eve’s POV * * ** * * One Month Later * * * The final decision has been made. Max and I will accept the offer of the Gods and transcend into Demigods. We will live as immortals for an eternity, setting up the academy and keeping the peace. We’ve travelled with the gifted; Cherokee and Isla, Joe, Jasper and Sarah and little Theia, who will be approved to transcend. Our ceremony will be held in a few weeks. We will transcend and become Demigods. After that, we will only be able to visit our loved ones during the solstice. Otherwise, the only entry to Earth permitted is on a peacekeeping mission. I find myself thankful that the Moon Goddess had delayed us having children. I wouldn’t be able to accept this path if it meant only seeing my blood twice a year. It’s been a peaceful car journey and has only taken us an hour. The Gods will meet us within the castle to show us how the portal works. As we approach, the castle looks to be in ruins. Magnificent. But ruins all the same. The
* * * Eve’s POV * * * Zeus walks away from me to turn his attention to the hunters. “You humans will listen to me. I didn’t create your lives, to be disrespected by you. You will stop your violence and hunting and learn to live in peace,” his voice bellows across the battleground. Half of the humans drop their weapons and kneel before the God who granted them life. This is an historical day, and I’m certain it’ll be spoken about for generations to come. “And if we chose not to?” A hunter challenges.“Amos Clark, I would have predicted a life of peace for you after your upbringing. Seeing daily violence from the customers of your crackhead mother. Your life changed for the better when your mother was fated to be the second chance mate of Beta Thomas of the Blue Ridge pack. He helped her to be free of the drugs and to become the mother you needed. He gave you a home, an education and a family, and yet here you are openly killing the kind that saved you,” Zeus says knowingly.“That fi
* * * Eve’s POV * * ** * * The Final Decision * * *My heart shatters, my soul is crumbling, and I feel empty while floating in the abyss. There’s a hole in my chest, and I want to die. I want to end my existence so that I can reunite with him again. It was never meant to be him; the Moon Goddess said we would have lots of babies. She lied. The biochemical impact and bodily stress of heartache is an actual injury that one never truly recovers from. I will never recover from this injury and loss. “My child, I did not lie to you,” a voice filled with sadness rings out around the darkness. “You said we would have children. YOU LIED,” I cry. I know she’s the almighty and our object of worship, but right now, I hate her. She chose Max’s fate; she planned to cause me this pain.“No. Max deviated from his predestined path. That’s something I’ve never seen before. He was never meant to die.”“Please just kill me. I don’t want to live in a world without him.”“My dear, you don’t need to liv
* * * Eve’s POV * * * * * * Six Months Later * * * We’ve spent a month up in Scotland at Alpha Darius’s pack. The hunters have been picking off lone wolves, wolves who have wandered beyond the boundary line and any wolves or vampires they come across. Their weapons are designed for one purpose only, to kill. They have been uninterested in peace talks, despite the prime minister and local authorities being involved too. There is very little the human world can do to help. These hunters live off the grid and are funded by businessmen and women with very deep pockets. Occasionally, we have been able to find evidence of those rich people funding the hunts and the government has stepped in to arrest them. The trouble is they seem to multiply, for every head we cut off, two more will take its place. We’ve had several battles with these hunters, we’ve managed to avoid losing lives but there have been a few close calls and injuries sustained. They have remembered which of us have gifts an
* * * Eve’s POV * * * * * * 12 Months Later * * *“Tea, please,” I call through to the kitchen, after Max has asked me what I’d like to drink. He’s been my rock over the last year, I don’t think I could have survived and done it without him. Well, I could have, but it would’ve been harder. And truthfully, I don’t want to be apart from him. “Some things are only true if you believe they are. Take for example the trojan horse in Greek mythology. Those who believe that others of different ethnicities or faiths are as the Trojans in the wooden horse, waiting for their time to take over society in a bloody massacre, treating those others with suspicion, contempt and prejudice. As that group (or groups) increasingly have less to lose, they form groups for social protection and to challenge the order that suppresses and abuses them. Thus the fear and cold hearted emotional indifference causes the problem. After this point there is continuing consolidation of groups who arm themselves for c
* * * Eve’s POV * * * Horror—the crisis is here. The Beta has created and unleashed rabid wolves within the pack. We all hold a defensive position—half-crouched, our arms extended slightly. They are coming for us. ‘Why?’ I think to myself, wondering why he would do this. The words come through my mind in a snarl that’s louder than I expected. Too loud. ‘I’ve got him. He’s in the armoury,’ Cora growls as she passes this information on to me and the group I’m with. ‘It means that it’s far too late to sneak around now. Most of us need to take on the wolves, and a small group needs to stop the Beta before it’s too late,’ Alpha Paul growls as he assesses the movements of the rabid wolf. Alpha Paul’s body shifts, only infinitesimally, but it tells me where to look. I stare at the black shadows of the Hospital doorway. It’s like having my nightmares walk forward to greet me. Six wolves emerge, eyeing up their prey. My heart beats furiously, loudly, as if to make their target more obvio