Thanks for your patience. I needed to rewrite parts of my other book but I’m back and will continue to write when I can.
Libby POVAn ominous sensation overwhelms me from the moment I open my eyes, as if I had been watched in the night. It starts with pure dread before moving onto nausea, a slight jolt of panic radiates through me. All these combined emotions I wasn’t used to hitting me all at once, it takes me a moment to collect myself as I slowly sit up. I search Pierce’s room, rays of the morning sun dimly lighting the room. I expect him to be sitting in the chair, still watching me, instead his shirt from last night draped across it…so he had been here. I wasn’t going mad. I follow a deep rooted urge to get out of bed and find him. That feeling not leaving me whilst I throw on yesterday’s clothes again, something was telling me to get dressed and get downstairs. To find Pierce. Heading downstairs I find Dane waiting at the bottom step for me, his back to me as I reach him. “Morning Luna.” He doesn’t turn to face me, which is odd. Dane has always been pleased to see me, always has a smile to g
Libby POV My body is preparing to block her, the training Reuben and Pierce have given me falling into place. Like second nature. But Annabel stops, freezes in fact. Her body is immobile yet her eyes are wide in sheer terrified panic. For a single second I’m confused as to how so much anger can make a person stiffen on the spot. Then I see him, the predator prowling towards his victim, towards his prey. I’ve never seen this side of Pierce, never seen the true alpha trait that he embodies, that he seems to keep satiated when I’m in his presence. This version of him, which was pure predator, made my blood run cold. “You would dare strike your own Luna?” His voice is demonic as his green eyes bleed out into a dark forest green, almost black. Gone is that pearly white smile, instead fangs of a hunter are flashed at Annabel. Somehow he has immbolised her, prevented her from moving. His alpha aura completely controlling her…she was a puppet and he the puppeteer that controlled the
Pierce POV Addiction, by the time I get back to the alpha house, I can see that her reliance on the white pills was born more from her inability to accept who she really was. That she wasn’t a human, but a hybrid. Half human, half werewolf. How entire childhood has been a lie. Her wrongful dismissal of who she really was has driven her to this. Whether she knew it or not, her wolf would fight now, fight to push forward…years spent hidden away from the drugs her father first inflicted on her…to the point she couldn’t see a way forward without them. She was mine, my mate. All parts of her…skin form and wolf form. She had lied to me, kept the possession of her tablets hidden from me. A new order delivered only last night, at the cost of my pack members being attacked. When will her lies end. I find her, half under her bed in her room, frantically searching her rucksack before moving to the bathroom. Addiction.I watch on as she falls to the ground, her hand searching the ensuite
Pierce POV Her temperature keeps spiking, her body burning off the reminders of the drug within her system…years of the poison having coursed through her veins. Now fighting against her wolf, trying to take back control. When I think I have tackled her fever with a cold damp washcloth, it peaks again…the sweat pouring off her has soaked through to the bedsheets. Scrambled, incoherent words escape her lips before nightmares return to her, her hands clawing at the wet bed sheets as I repeatedly try to calm her whilst she remains unconscious, giving soothing words into her ear. I haven’t left her side for 36 hours, my own body was ravenous yet I didn’t dare leave her and I didn’t want any house staff seeing their luna like this. She will come out the other side, but she has had to suffer and at least I can make sure she does it in private. Yet not alone, never alone. Her heart rate starts to level out, her breathing calming as the last of the wolfsbane that has been fed to her d
Pierce POV It’s a phone call I didn’t want to make. But I knew I had to, as both the alpha of the Grey Howl pack and also as Libby’s mate. Reuben has been searching for Natascha for months, unbeknown to him she has been using his own sister as a method to get to him. I wait until Libby is asleep, her recovery still a long path but one I will walk alongside her throughout. She would never have been ready, so I made that decision for her…helped to carry her heavy load. Rightly or wrongly, I took control. Sitting down at my desk, the moon shines brightly in the sky behind me…the pack grounds blanketed in a peaceful darkness as my pack members sleep. I reach for the phone, knowing as soon as I dial his number, all hell will break out. He won’t let this go unchallenged, he won’t stop searching for her. Natascha’s men may have attacked my borders last night, but if I make this call…I am unleashing a hell upon her, a hell she will not survive. A hell she deserves for daring to manip
Pierce POV Three days have passed since I forced Libby to go cold turkey. She hasn’t left the house yet, and neither have I. Beta Dane visits us regularly, giving me daily reports on the pack. I had discharged Annabel from the pack’s cells, but crimes against my luna would not be forgotten or forgiven. She was on thin ice, one wrong move and I will end her. My wolf’s hearing was glued to Libby’s heart rate at all times, any change and I knew I needed to take her mind off the cravings. Give her food, give her fluids, take her mind off what she is craving, what her body is actually needing. As Dane reads out the night time report, her finger excessively taps on the arm chair, her breathing quickening…both Dane and me notice it, both our eyes watch her carefully. She stands up, wrapping the long cardigan tightly around her as she moves towards the kitchen. I go to follow her until she reprimands me from out of sight, saying she was making herself some bread and milk. I need to le
Libby POVHow can my caravan have so much condensation in one night. All I do is breathe. It’s not as if I am having wild rampant sex in it all night. Although, I do often dream of a certain somebody licking me all over. Which then results in me waking in the early hours covered in sweat and a prolonged unsatisfied need that doesn’t leave me until mid morning. But it means I did wake up cold. Thankfully, I had a good night sleep last night, no dreaming of a certain male who I promised myself I would never think about again. What would be the point. That was my past life. As I make myself a morning cup of coffee, I push open my caravan door desperate to let fresh air circulate on this early spring morning. It was 5am and the sun still seemed hours away from rising and overpowering the soft moon’s glow. It was dark, cold and silent...just how I liked it.I was already wrapped in 4 layers of clothing, it was still cold in the mornings but nothing compared to the freezing nights o
Libby POV I have enough time to revisit the married farmer’s house and collect their personal chicken eggs for today. They said I could, said I could help myself whilst they were away. They seem to trust me, they don’t let anybody else do it. I plan to use the eggs to make pancakes for dessert tonight. Beth was looking a little bit too gaunt for my liking. I noticed at breakfast she gave Ben her sausages, claiming she wasn’t hungry. Her brother, being of the muscular type, is known for spending all his money on extra food. She must worry that he isn’t getting enough nutrients. He’ll come back later today with bags of food from the town’s supermarket. He can’t help himself. I don’t think Beth was full though, I think she is kind. But she’s not eating enough to keep her own energy levels maintained for this labour intensive workload. And it is hard work, there’s a reason it is called manual labour. Beth is a lot older than my niece Elspeth, 10 years in fact, but she makes me thi