Just a small look into Blake's life... what do you think??
Mina POV - It was a sizzling ache that woke Mina. She jerked from a sleep that was anything but restful, her eyes flying wide, her hands launching to her neck. They were smacked away as easily as a fly. “Stop it, you’ll ruin all my hard work.” The woman standing over her huffed. Mina relaxed as gentle hazel eyes fell to her, narrowing with suspicion, but calm. They were a similar colour to Alastor's, but didn't hold the same sharpness. Instead, they were paler hazel, a unique softness to them that boasted a strong presence beneath the surface. She pushed her glasses up her nose, sending a spark of recognition through Mina. “Haven’t we met before?” “So, you remember me?” The woman grinned. “I must say, I was surprised to see Clear Blue’s next Luna in my home. Or, I suppose you’ve taken the title now, right? You’re what, a year older than me?” Mina’s head throbbed as she tried to place the woman. She absentmindedly reached for the ache in her neck again, just to have her ha
Mina POV - With his forced marks still bruised and swollen on her neck, Mina didn’t want to be walking at Castriel’s side, but she didn't have a choice. The summons to accompany the Alpha on a tour of his pack had come with a messenger. She would’ve preferred food to a letter, but the cells only got one meal a day. Instead, she was carted off to her room, forced to leave Taylor behind, to quickly change and become presentable for the Alpha. Castriel had insisted she wash off the filth of the cells, but Mina was thankful for the time. She took a hot shower and examined the marks. It was a relief that they still bore red and angry on her skin. Unlike her mate's silvery marks, his had been rejected and would soon heal.It was Luna Evelyn's horrified gaze that made Mina grab a scarf on her way out. It didn't quite compliment the gaudy floor length gown that Castriel had chosen for her, but she was glad for it. She got a heady satisfaction when his eyes first narrowed on her scarf, pierci
Mina POV - “What did Castriel mean by a ‘bite’?” Mina asked, as Blake led her back to the packhouse, her two plates of leftovers in his hands. She felt a pull to walk back through the streets of Blood Mountain, to feel the warmth of their home touch her again, but the Issacs wolf made a bee line for the town’s edge before working his way around its perimeter. “I suppose our Alpha means to invite her to dinner.” He clipped. “You and I both know he doesn’t.” “Then why ask?” He whirled on her, the growl on his voice supposed to make her shut up, but it only stoked a fire in her belly. “Because of these." She ripped off her scarf, freeing the angry bites to his gaze. His eyes widened, something dangerous flashing within them. “Luna Evelyn’s still haven’t healed. They injected her with silver to try and weaken her into accepting Castriel’s mark. If he tried again now... If he used... She can’t...” Mina’s breath held tight in her upper chest, refusing to fill her lungs. She
Mina POV-It was a simple brushing of fingers, a light touch that sparked the most wonderous of sensations. A pleasant warmth built at her fingertips, a tingle passing between them, spreading across her palm. It was the sparks of the beginning of their mate bond, waiting to be completed. When he didn’t pull away, Mina sighed and took his hand in hers. The feelings were fami
Alastor POV - “Keep down, keep quiet, and if you find yourself against one of those beasts, don’t face it alone.” That was all the advice they could give to the rest of the Lynn wolves as they began the plan to rescue Mina. The first step was to successfully make it into the Blood Mountain pack undetected and unscathed. Given they hadn’t made it more than halfway up the mountain before, with no sign of the pack, it was a huge hurdle to get over, but they didn’t have a choice. Alastor had felt Mina’s pain a couple of days ago and had spent every waking minute since waiting for the next wave to come. Roman was the same, he could see it in his mate's eyes, the tension of his body, how it felt like there was something missing each time they laid down to rest. They had to get Mina back, and they had to do it now. Since their failed attempt to rush the pack, Emery had lectured them both on proper planning. He didn’t say anything they didn’t already know, but the reminder helped to gr
Mina POV - Mina could feel Castriel’s desperation in the air when she was invited for breakfast in the packhouse hall. Evelyn had been forced into his company for dinner, but she had stood strong against his bite. He hadn’t even used silver on her, though there were more attempts marring her neck, deeper and bleeding when she returned to the room. Something had happened. It hung in the air like a foul stench that only those in the know could smell, but it was easy to read the discomfort on their features, the tension in their bodies. She eyed each silver blade the warriors wore on their belts, armed even in the packhouse. Whatever it was, Mina let it fuel her confidence. Something had knocked Castriel off kilter and she would be happy to push him further. She refused to wear the dress he had sent for her, nor did she bother to sit at the table full of fruits and pastries and meats. Despite its hunger, even her stomach stood with her, staying quiet in the face of the temptation. “L
Mina POV - As if the danger between them was non-existent, Mina giggled. “I’m sorry, my dear mate. I didn’t want to leave you so abruptly, but these lovely wolves insisted I must see their home. They gave me their best room for the stay. What do you think?” She gave a twirl of her cell, but when she faced him again desperation gripped her hands to the bars. She pressed her cheeks to them, as if every inch closer to Alastor could bring her more comfort. “It needs a window, but it has the most important features. You and a bed.” He winked and strolled down the tunnel as if five Blood Mountain wolves didn’t stand between them. He gave them a smile. “I don’t know why you fellas are staring at me, he’s the traitor. I’m merely a simple rogue.” “A rogue only in name. I know you Hayre. You’re our Luna’s mate. A Clear Blue warrior with an immunity to silver.” Blake’s cousin bared his canines. “Oh? You know about that?” Alastor drew to a stop only a few feet from the first growling warr
Roman POV - The signal from Allie should’ve come ages ago. Tension built within Roman with every minute that passed without hearing his mate’s howl echo across the cavern that shrouded Blood Mountain. He could admit the pack was well formed, well protected, but it didn’t stand a chance against him after taking one of his mates. The Lynns stayed in a tight formation, tearing through the streets of the pack, making as much noise and ruckus as they could. As planned, it drew the warriors to them like a moth to a flame, giving Allie the space and time to find Mini. Her scent trailed through the pack, an easy path for him to follow. It shouldn't have taken long, yet Roman was on his second loop of the township and still waited for the signal to retreat.Civilians fled into their homes, fear brewing as news of the Lynns’ presence spread around the pack, but Roman meant them no harm. So long as they stayed out of the way and didn’t stop him taking back what was his, he’d cause them no trou