Ah, Shikoba is always thinking ahead and is prepared. And can't wait to hear how things progressed between her and Rohan. But now it's time to get down to business and cure the others
Being fully mated is freaking amazing. I know I’ve been told I’d only understand my mated friends after I found my mate. I just never really believed it. That shows you how much I have to learn. And how much Persephone has changed my life and perspective on so many things. The last month has been hell; if I have anything to say about it, she will never leave my side again. Except for using the bathroom, that may be going too far. But I digress. Back to what I was talking about with being fully mated. We had worked well together during those short few days before the shit storm. That was NOTHING compared to now. Persephone had been in a coma while Reed and I worked on the cure, yet through our bond, she’s moving in sync with me, grabbing what I needed before I even voiced that I needed it. “Well, it appears showing up today was a waste of my time.” Reed huffed as Persephone grabbed a beaker before he could. “Stop whining.” Persephone rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault that I’m in tu
I’ve not met Daniel Weaver, but my best guess is that Jonathan looks like him, though I’m not sure how much. It was enough that Anka mistook Jonathan for Daniel. Jonathan’s feelings about his father are complicated. There’s a lot of hurt and confusion in his mind and heart. I’m unsure how to help him through it, but I will do everything I can. Anka is awake, but there are still eleven more to go. For now, I can help with curing the infected Demonclaw members. I took some of the syringes and walked to one of the frail infected, a woman with red hair that I bet before she was infected was vibrant and full of life. I can’t help but wonder how these people were selected. Were they volunteers? Are they people that Lucian was condemned to death? I can’t imagine anyone volunteering for this, but I can picture that psycho using this as punishment. I considered these things as I injected her with the cure and watched and waited for her to wake up. Pale green eyes blinked at me, and her heart
Maybe if my mind weren’t elsewhere, I’d have been more present during the bigger dinner at the pack house. People had to repeat themselves when they tried to talk to me more than once. And I probably didn’t give Alec’s food the chance it deserved. I am sure it was delicious, but I rushed through eating it and barely took a second to savor anything. Though even if I’d forced myself to slow down and try to savor what I was eating, I have a feeling it would have been tasteless. Again, not knocking Alec’s cooking. But everything revealed at my office has left a bitter taste. Anka infected herself on purpose. The virus was always intended to kill a wolf spirit. Lucian infected his Gamma female and Delta. Everyone infected other than Anka was because they pissed Lucian off, including Persephone. Realizing how horrid he was and that he could have cost Persephone her wolf made me irrationally angry. It made me want to find a way to resurrect the bastard so I could kill him all over again, sl
Fucking hell! This keeps getting worse. I was hoping meeting Daniel would somehow reveal he was innocent in this. Or as innocent as someone forced to create something deadly can be. Instead, Daniel is shitting all over those hopes. He wasn’t forced to do things, at least not that he’s admitting to. He knew what he was doing, and it made me sick. And I could feel how all this was hurting Jonathan. He never voiced it, but I knew he hoped his father could be a victim. But as far as I can see, he’s only a victim of his own stupidity. Outside of some physical similarities, I see nothing about this man reflected in my mate. “What…what kind of person does that?” I demanded. “Who the hell invents things like that? You knew what these things could do. Some scientists get a God complex, but you dared to make an invention that would trick the mate bond. You dared to spit in the face of the Goddess.” I shook my head in disgust. “There is a special place in hell for people like you.” I wrinkled
Sex was a great and fun distraction, but I had trouble sleeping afterward. My mind wouldn’t shut down even in a comfortable bed with Persephone in my arms. And it wasn’t even where my brain was replaying sex or coming up with new inventions. No, it kept going over all the possibilities. My brain was thinking of all the horrible things Daniel had invented. He’s admitted to developing terrible things, and my brain went down a tangent of what else he may have created; each one is worse than the last. Then there is the possibility that some other force is controlling him. Part of me hopes that it’s true. That there is someone else pulling the strings. But then part of me says it’s unlikely. If there was an outside force that controlled his actions, a magical reason behind all of this, wouldn’t Khalid or Isis have identified it by now? Especially as Khalid had to have gotten close enough to put the symbols on him. Based on all accounts of the events from the Incubi war, Amelia Furlan can
I was still trying to puzzle out what Jonathan’s childhood memory could mean. He’s positive that whatever makes Daniel’s behavior seem erratic isn’t witchcraft. And based on what he told me of the memory, it sounds that way. It’s almost like Daniel had a split personality, and Jacira’s shaman power suppressed that vile side we have caught glimpses of. One thing was sure: Lucian attacked Wildclaw to get Daniel, and Daniel knew he was coming for him. But the memory left a lot of new questions. What kind of power would Lucian have that Daniel was certain no one could stand against? Was it something he invented? What kind of insanely evil shit did he make for Lucian? Would it explain why when Bloodmoon arrived to investigate, there weren’t any bodies or signs that Demonclaw was ever there? We agreed to wait until the others arrived before seeing Daniel. I don’t think either of us, especially Jonathan, is in the right frame of mind to see how, anyway. We spent the morning with Kurt and Is
“Sorry fer da intrusion.” Cillian apologized. “She was verra adamant dat we come straight to ya Delta Silvercloud. She dinna tink it could wait.” ‘Who’s she?’ Katrina questioned through my family link. “Luna Anka.” I nodded my head. “We didn’t expect any of you to be here so quickly,” I said. “This is Luna Isis of Silverclaw, Luna Katrina of Nebrodi, and Gammas Amelia and Stephen of Madonie.” I introduced them. “Guys, meet Luna Anka of Demonclaw, her daughter Alpha Mila er Tomila, and her mate Aleph Cillian.” “André will be thrilled to hear that his mate’s title is catching.” Katrina rolled her eyes. “Nice to meet you all.” She added. “Anka, what did you mean you can explain?” Jonathan asked. “It’s all in here.” Anka held out the black folder. It was rather thick, and at the sight of it, Daniel had jumped to his feet only to be held back by the chains. Daniel doesn’t want us to see whatever is in that folder. I glanced at Jonathan and knew that reaction only told us we wanted to
It was all just too much to process. After we returned upstairs, Isis and Persephone gave the rundown to everyone on what happened and the plan. I could feel Logan and Kurt looking at me, I’m not sure what they wanted, but my silence wasn’t it. Both have tried to ask me questions, but Persephone has expertly redirected and answered each time. I made a mental note to make it up to her to deal with all the questions later. ‘You still have your grand gesture. Remember the one you planned before everything went to shit.’ Jaci reminded me. ‘Yes, but some of that plan isn’t applicable now.’ I countered. I silently watched in awe of my mate as she handled four Alpha’s questioning every detail of the plan. I know her attitude has gotten on Logan’s nerves more than once, but it’s one of the things I love about her. She questions everything, including what an Alpha tells her, even if it’s her own Alpha. I think it’s a great quality for a ranked wolf. We can’t just blindly do what our
I can’t believe it’s been over three years since I met Mila. Who knew being assigned to spy on someone could change one’s life so completely? Okay, yes, Sadria Kearney and Alison Blaire know just how much such an assignment can alter the course of your life. It was on a similar assignment that they met Azriel and Colby Delaney. And their brother Darren can certainly attest to how a war and crazy power-hungry assholes can bring someone to where they always belonged. I spent a lifetime feeling like I would never find my place in this world. It took being sent to spy on a spy to find it, but my place was always meant to be at Mila’s side, and years of performing odd jobs around a pack prepared me to be an Aleph. I should have had more faith in the Goddess when I always felt like I was struggling to tread water in the various roles. Each gave me insight and the knowledge to be a good Aleph in Demonclaw. The first year was a struggle. Harley and Trace didn’t have mates, so I worked with t
“Ah need ta see if ya taste as good as ya smell.” His husky voice was muffled against my abdomen as he lowered the thong. I’m lucky I’m still standing, and he wants to eat me out? While I’m in heels? I can’t see this going well, but I’m also too worked up to argue. My legs moved on their own, stepping out of the white thong. When my knees felt like they would buckle, I was suddenly scooped off the ground. I blinked and realized I was in Cillian’s arms, held against his bare chest. “Dinna want ya to fall.” He smiled as he carried me to the bed and set me on the edge. “Yes, that would have put a damper on the evening.” I agreed, licking my lips as I was at eye level with his abs, my eyes focused on the growing bulge in his dress pants. “Ya can finish stripping me later. Ah told ya Ah need ta taste ya.” Cillian waved a finger at me when I reached for his belt. “Have it your way, but if I finish stripping you, we could both get a taste,” I suggested with a smirk because he’s no
The law about heirs needing to complete their oath before mating needs to be revised and updated. I can change that later, but till I took that oath, I had to play my part and not rock the boat. And honestly, rocking a boat was not what was on my mind as Cillian and I ducked away from the festivities. Laws, restructuring, rebuilding, and generally all things Alpha-related are the last thing on my mind. We hadn’t mated in the week since Lucian died for many reasons. The law was low on that list. I needed to run the pack. There was a lot of damage caused, and many were injured, and some even killed. We had to plan funerals, including one for Lucian, and I had to speak as the next Alpha. I had to budget and prioritize the rebuilding efforts. Thankfully out of guilt, Incubi and Bloodmoon offered restitution for the damage caused. And then there is my mother and the cure, but Reed and Jonny both seemed uninterested in me helping, always telling me I had other things I should handle. No
I did NOT think this through. No matter the situation or cost, I wanted Mila when I scented her. But now, as I’m sitting on a bed in the Demonclaw Packhouse dressed in a black suit and gold tie, the cost is readily apparent. To be with Mila, I need to do something I never thought I would do. I need to leave my pack. Sheila was the first FireWolf to join another pack since the attack. Mary went to Silverclaw, but she left because her Bloodmoon mate was offered the role of Beta. Maureen went to Silverclaw when she found her mate Devon Green there. And now I’m going to leave to be Aleph of Demonclaw. Yes, I’m borrowing the title Darren took. There is no way I’m letting anyone call me ‘Luna Cillian.’ I was ready to knock out the other Demonclaw heirs, Harley, Trace, and Kanti, when they laughed and called me Luna. I didn’t hit them. I should have. But I did growl and tell them that the proper term for the male mate of an Alpha is Aleph. I told them if they have a problem with that title
I was so thankful we got to the packhouse in time to save my mom. All that goodwill faded when I felt the pain of my father’s demise. The whole pack felt the loss, and I could hear their howls in my head as they mourned their Alpha, unaware he was a monster. I should be crying, sobbing, or something. Right? Yet even though I choked out the news to Cillian, I couldn’t muster a tear. Of course, it hurts. He was my father and Alpha. But I can’t bring myself to express that pain. He was willing to kill my mother, his mate, and for what? Power. He never cared about the cure. He only wanted Weaver… er, Silvercloud’s talent. I only agreed to any of this nonsense because he said it was for her. Cillian may have told me it was alright to cry, but I didn’t want to. Lucian Đurić does NOT deserve my tears. He doesn’t deserve anyone’s tears. I might feel different later, but I can only muster indifference at his death right now. I have more important matters to attend to. With his death, I am Al
I was left dumbfounded with her taste still on my lips. It wasn’t enough. Not even by a long shot. I’d come here looking to be near her. I wasn’t planning to interact with her. Only to watch from afar. But then she pulled me into the stairwell, and having her touch me, even in a situation that shouldn’t be erotic, was. And that kiss… fuck me. Literally, I wanted her to fuck me. I don’t know which is worse: she ran off when she heard other people on the stairs or tried to use an Alpha command to make me leave. If you ask my blue balls, it’s the former. Conchobar isn’t happy about the latter. He feels slighted that our mate would try to use her rank to command us to do anything. As her mate, her command wouldn’t have worked anyways, so it’s more that she’d try to use it. Personally, both hurt. It hurt that Mila would flee so quickly, even if her parting words were trying to protect me. It hurt that she’d give up so easily. Am I not worth fighting to be with? I’d willingly fight at her
I am seriously over this game. I may be a good actress, but I LOATHE it. I loathe making a total fool of myself, especially over someone like Jonny Weaver. My stomach churns every time I have to force myself to smile and flirt with him. All I want to do is puke on or punch him since his father isn’t around to take the brunt of my repressed anger. I shouldn’t transfer my anger from the father to the son. Weaver had nothing to do with what his father did. It would be like someone putting my father’s sins on me. It isn’t fair. I at least don’t look like my father. Thank the Goddess for that. However, I have reason enough to be at least annoyed with Weaver. And Persephone, for that matter. I’d thought I’d been clear enough, given enough hints without outright telling them to mark so I could stop this charade. Yet instead of a mark, they show up to work with hickeys. What the fuck is wrong with them?! Anyone else would have taken my overly forward advances as a reason to complete the bond
Coming out to the camp and putting even more distance between me and Mila was supposed to be a good idea. I’d driven here and even unpacked in my counselor’s cabin. Yet I can’t shake this feeling that I’m not where I belong or should be. ‘Because our place is where our mate is.’ Conchobar unhelpfully commented. I rolled my eyes and hurried to catch up with the kids from my assigned cabin at their canoe activity. I’d already missed a day of activities. Thankfully there are always two counselors assigned to a cabin. When I arrived today, Fion at least wasn’t surprised. I assumed our parents told him I would be coming. He pointed me to my cabin and told me where my campers would be. I hurried down the hill to the lake and spotted the campers in the red shirts with the other counselor. They were easy to spot amongst the different groups by the lake for activities. My fellow counselor, Elyse Moore, a brunette who was all legs in her khaki shorts despite being short, was helping campers
I managed to mostly shake the feeling that someone was in that apartment after we left. I at least didn’t feel like I was being watched. Well, I still have the paranoid feeling that someone is watching me. My father doesn’t trust me to do this, so someone reports my movements to him. I’ve been going through all the possibilities of who could easily track my movements in the office, and my only conclusion is someone in security. When I entered the building with my fellow interns, I narrowed my gaze at the security guards, pondering which could be working for my father. None of them were werewolves… wait, I’m wrong. There is a werewolf among the guards. I don’t remember seeing him yesterday. Maybe he arrived later than me or while I was doing that boring intern orientation. I glared at the objectively handsome male as I passed him. He wasn’t from Demonclaw. His scent was that of Bloodmoon. Could my father have paid off someone from within Bloodmoon? Either way, he’s now the most lik