* * * Max’s POV * * * My head is spinning with what has to be the worst hangover I’ve ever experienced, or at least the worst I’ve experienced since my 21st birthday party. Not even Nate had been able to heal that shit, and we had been laid in bed for two days wishing for death. Because it had to be easier than what we had felt. I feel a smile creep onto my face at the thought of that night, and the silence around the pack the two days after, while we all recovered. Yeah, this hangover is on par with that. I don’t even try to open my eyes. I allow myself to go back to sleep. The pack will understand if I’m not seen today. I just hope the others are suffering as much as I am.Nate is snoring in my head, totally oblivious to the fact I’m half awake and partially aware. He will wake up when he’s ready. At least with him asleep, I have a chance of sleeping. He’s like a damn Duracell bunny half the time, constantly bouncing around in my head, wanting to be on the move. Sleep and the dark
* * * Eve’s POV * * * I feel myself floating and bobbing within the dark. I recognise this sensation. ‘Why must we always be drugged?’ I ask myself. I recognise this feeling from when Charles had drugged me, I’m floating in the black abyss once again. I can feel Cora’s presence, she’s weak but there. And she’s recovering. ‘From now on, we will trust nobody other than our select few’, I tell her. She bobs her head in agreement, ‘Rest Cora, regain your strength’, I tell her. ‘What was Penny’s game? Why would she do that? What did she have to gain?’ I keep pondering various answers to these three questions, over and over again. But try as I might, no answer makes sense. They don’t have ties to James, and they don’t have any grudges that I’m aware of. Their pack have always been peaceful. I see the bobbing and flickering light in the distance, and I know who’s coming. I patiently wait in my floating black haven, until I can feel his heat radiating across my skin. “Hello Hephaestus, w
* * * Max’s POV * * *The sound of the explosion is still ringing in my ears as I charge forward screaming my mate's name. Large black clouds of smoke are billowing through the air and the flames are rising. ‘Eve, I’m here. I’m coming. Where are you?’ I ask as I reach out through the mind-link. She doesn’t answer.‘Nate, help me reach out, see if you can reach Cora’. I ask my friend. Relying on him to find the connection, as I continue to charge forwards. Sliding across the ground, as a vampire appears before me, swinging his fist towards where my face had been only a fraction of a second earlier. I twist against the ground and push the ground with all my strength to propel myself into the air and deliver the roundhouse kick I’ve been trying to perfect in training. Elongating my claws, I swipe at his neck, almost tearing right through. Taking him by his hair, I twist my body and bring his head over my shoulder. Yanking down and removing his head, I briefly look down, satisfied with
* * * Eve’s POV * * * The wolf that’s standing over me is rabid, foaming at the mouth and twitching as though she’s unable to remain still. But there’s a war raging within her eyes, they keep altering between manic and wild to tortured and scared. I have never seen a wolf look this way before. Her muzzle creases as she snarls. I have to be hallucinating, wolves like this don’t exist. I’ve exerted myself beyond a manageable level, but I just hadn’t been able to walk away and leave people locked up here. The wolf is just a figment of my imagination, but I swear I can see tears falling from her eyes as a sorrowful look befalls her features. She’s watching me; her eyes are apologising, but for what I don’t know. She begins shaking her head, her eyes flickering from alert and aware to wild out of control. The wild and out of control eyes are winning the war, as the alert and aware eyes begin to lose control and appear less and less, until they are no more. The wild wolf is staring at me
* * * Max’s POV * * *I feel her chest lower to the floor as I remove my fangs, I lick her wound to seal it. “I love you”, I tell her in a whisper. Oh, Moon Goddess, how I love her so. I send a silent prayer to the mighty Selene, for her to help my mate pull through. I gently scoop her into my arms and lift her from the floor. I’m pleased to feel that she’s maintained her weight gain and that I can feel muscles forming where there had once been just bones. I close my eyes as I kiss her forehead, briefly resting my brow against hers. She has to be OK; her journey has only just begun.I’m confused as I felt Nate’s presence disappear from the front of my mind. He’s gone for a few moments. Without his presence I feel lost and alone. I don’t like it. ‘Where did you go?’ I ask him when he returns. ‘Cora called me. They are weak but recovering. They have asked us to find blood samples for somebody called Katie. She has a resistance to whatever venom the wolf contains; we may find a cure. T
* * * Max’s POV * * *I watch through the car window as two young pups come hurtling down the pathway, screaming for their Daddy. As Alpha Paul bends down to scoop them up in his arms, I feel tears leak from my eyes. There’s no malice here and he’s not a bad man, he’s simply a mate and a father who had been backed into a corner, desperate to protect his family. In all honesty, I would do the same in a heartbeat. From what I can recall, Alpha Paul’s pack is rather small, only 150 members, give or take. I assume that half of them are women, elderly, and pups. Which means that they wouldn’t have had the strength to put up a fight against my father, his rogues, and his vampires. He would have felt like he had no other choice. How my father could send a man picture of his pups with vampires' claws around their necks, is beyond me. But then, growing up, he had never had a paternal side. He had always been cold and brutal. I still have to ask him about my mother. I can’t help but wonder wh
* * * Max’s POV * * * Once we arrive outside the packhouse, I send Damian and Jessica to ensure that my father is appropriately restrained and locked away. They will then, with a handful of warriors, man the gap in the wall, while continuing to build. We briefly stand outside the packhouse. I’m cradling Eve in my arms and Becca has come out to greet Damian. I decide that Damian can fill her in while at the gap in the wall. I have taken him away from her far too much. They need time together. Once we catch a break, every pack member will be treated to a holiday over the course of the next year. “I will take Eve to the Hospital and then hold the pack meeting. Once it’s over, I will send appropriate replacements so that you can all get some rest. Thank you so much, once again for helping my mate and I,” I tell them, as I turn towards the Hospital to get Eve any help she might need. I rush through the corridors; I’ve become far too familiar with this building for my liking. “My mate n
* * * Eve’s POV * * * I sit and take a moment to recall my return to awareness. It sounds crazy, but I was acutely aware of how clean my blood now felt. I was able to sense the poison around my body, in my blood and seeping into my muscles and organs. I almost felt whole and healthy. I knew when I was nearly ready to wake up. I had heard Max asking for tests to be done, and I had prayed to the Moon Goddess that there were no long-lasting effects. Is it even possible for a person to feel if their blood is tainted or clean? ‘Perhaps we can ask the sisters if there’s a way to harness energy stores or to take energy from the Earth. We can’t keep doing this, it leaves us too vulnerable’, Cora tells me, when she has recovered enough to be present again. ‘Well, good morning to you too, sunshine. Aren’t you just a bundle of joy to wake up to?’ I greet her.‘I’m serious Eve; our whole life could have been over. We need to learn when to stop.’ She scolds me. ‘We shall speak to the sisters.
* * * 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