* * * 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.
* * * Alpha Paul’s POV * * *The council members have questioned me to the ends of the Earth. I suppose it’s only to be expected, I had put people at risk. Sure, in hindsight, I could have spoken with Max alone and begged for help. I didn’t need to go through with it at all. But I had been scared for the safety of my mate and pups.I count my lucky stars and thank the Moon Goddess that Alpha Max has spoken highly of my assistance at the facility and my attempts to right my wrongs once I knew my family were safe. He has even admitted that he would have done the same if his family were held hostage. I have basically received a slap on the wrist and will have to have a council member live within my pack for the next few years to monitor me. I have happily agreed and even offered the Alpha wing should the council member want it. I’m currently housed in the guest wing of the packhouse, with my family, who are safe and well. I shouldn’t ask for any more than that. I shouldn’t, but I can’t
* * * Max’s POV * * * After the pack meeting, I meet with the council members to proceed with my father's questioning. I walk slowly, my feet feeling weighed down. I thought I’d gotten rid of him out of my life for good. I had thought I was free of his influence and the way he makes me feel. And now, here I am walking towards him. I’m 23 years old, yet I feel like my 10-year-old self. Fearing his judgement and punishment. “Max, you’re not your father. Your father doesn’t determine who you are. In fact, I’m surprised he even helped conceive you, there isn’t one ounce of him visible in you,” Fred says kindly, his hand patting my back.“Remember your place, councilman Fred,” councilman Peter says.“I remember it very well, but until we enter the room we aren’t on official business. So for now, I’m able to comfort a friend,” Fred snaps back.“He has a point, councilman Peter. There’s no resemblance, which is odd given that Robert is from an established Alpha line. Alpha Max, are you sur
* * * David’s POV * * *It’s been about a month since I’ve had control of this body, occasionally Charles’s conscience will reappear and I will pay the sisters another visit. It’s worked well, but I’m still miserable. The pack keep avoiding me. Despite knowing I have control, they can’t help their reactions to this body. And honestly, I can’t blame them, I even recoil from the reflection in the mirror. I’ve patiently waited for the sisters to find a solution, but I’m coming to the end of my tether, I’m isolated and alone despite being in a large pack. I need a way out of this torment.I’ve been building up the courage to ask Alpha Max to allow me to die, when Eve arrives to me to tell me they have an option if I’m willing. She tells me about John and Jack. John is nowhere to be found after his brain was hit by a silver bullet, and now Jack is fading away too. Without a host, a wolf can’t stay. I will be the host conscience and Jack could potentially be my wolf. I finally have hope, a
* * * Eve’s POV * * * I can hardly believe that they have done it. There had been a huge bang and the candles had burst into purple smoke. The whole garden was filled with smoke, yet there was a powerful aura buzzing in the air. I know that Selene is here in the garden with us. Is she going to give us her blessing? “You fuckers. You will pay for this,” Charles sits up and glares at us, through the smoke. Rising to his feet, he lunges forwards as though he’s preparing to shift. Nothing happens and he hits the floor, his face landing in the dirt. I barely have time to react, Jasper has almost flown across the garden and punches Charles so hard that he’s unconscious. “I will take him to the cell and chain him up,” he says, and throws Charles over his shoulder and leaves. I’m surprised that his hit knocked Charles out. Does that mean he’s without a wolf? Does that mean he’s now human? I haven’t given much thought to what will happen to Charles without a wolf. I gasp when I see John s
* * * Eve’s POV * * *The elderly lady is still embracing my Mama, stroking her hair with tears running down her face and murmuring reassuring words to her. Telling her everything is OK now, that she is here and isn’t leaving her again. Whoever she is, she’s very dear to my Mama, who continues to rest on her knees and cry. “Mama, what’s happening?” I ask her, stepping closer towards her. Ready to protect her if I need to, but I have a feeling that everything is as it should be and there’s no threat here.“Evelyn. Is that really you?” The elderly woman asks me.Taken aback that she knows my given name, I cautiously step back, assessing her and what threat she could pose to myself and my pack. “I’m Evelyn Rose Jones, Alpha of the New Moon pack. I go by Alpha Eve. Who are you?” I ask her. “My dear, I’m a friend of Katie’s. I’m the Alpha of Katie’s pack. I received your letter from Alpha Paul, and I just knew I had to come. That you have been found. I’m your Grandmother Tabitha and the
* * * 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