Cassia’s POV The next time she woke, Cassia’s eyes snapped open, her heart racing - it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark room, just enough time for her to remember everything that happened the past few days. So she wasn’t as shocked as she would have been to see two cots on either side of her with big slumbering men. She stifled a small laugh and wondered again if they really might be her mates. If she really might finally be safe. Tears rolled down her face, but her wild sorrow seemed to have run its course. She was alone - well, not quite alone… apparently. But her parents, the only constant in her entire life - were gone. And the ones who were responsible - well most of them, at least, were now dead. Killed by these two softly snoring giants on either side of her. She sat up, suddenly - remembering why some of the men had stayed behind. She wondered if she should wait - but no, it couldn’t wait. If they were to have any chance, she’d have to act
Cole’s POV As the door shut, Cassia’s eyes flicked to Cole, and he smiled at her encouragingly, rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb. She gave him a small, uncertain smile in return. “My parents always taught me to keep track of how far and what direction I was running,” she began, a couple of tears escaping and racing down her cheek. She bit her lip and tried to stifle a sob, and Cole couldn’t take it. Without asking, he climbed into the bed, lifting her slightly, and pulling her into his arms, resting his cheek on the top of her head. He wasn’t surprised when she tensed, but he smiled to himself when she relaxed into him, letting him hold her. He rocked her just a little before kissing the top of her head. “I hate to push you, baby -“ “No,” she interrupted him, bringing up both hands to wipe her tears. “No they need help. I was running NorthEast for about 10 miles. There’s a waterfall and a mid-sized river. They’ll have to cross the river to get to the camp. It’s in a
Cole’s POV Cole’s wolf growled in his mind as Cole’s heart sank. He reached for her again, keeping his arms around her when she stiffened. “Cassia, please,” he murmured. “Come on, baby, lay back. It’s alright. I know - at least in part - what they did, as we said earlier. I can imagine the rest. And I can promise you, I still very much want you. And so does Garrett.” She didn’t relax, just shook her head, her tears starting to leak through her fingers and drop onto the bed. “He marked me, Cole. I can’t be anyone else’s mate. He marked me.” She turned her body to face him, wrenching herself from his grasp, and ripped the bandage off her neck and shoulder, revealing ugly bites up and down her neck, chest, and upper arm - and a black, oozing mate mark in the delicate spot where her neck met her shoulder. Cole marvelled at how she could be so fragile one moment and so fierce or certain the next, but he wasn’t surprised by the mark. He and Garrett had already dealt with that shock h
Cassia’s POV Cassia felt warm and safe and snuggled into the - no, those weren’t pillows. What was behind her? She slowly opened her eyes, and saw a young woman looking down at her. “Hi Luna,” the woman said in a hushed tone. Cassia blinked. Luna? “My - my name is Cassia.” The woman chuckled as something moved behind Cassia, causing her to start. Only she couldn’t move anywhere - big arms covered in blonde hair held her tight. She pushed at them, starting to panic. “Shh, Cassia,” a deep, sleepy voice whispered in her ear. “It’s just me - it’s Cole.”Cole? Oh yes. Cole. Her mate - one of her mates. She relaxed a little against him, but her bladder seemed to have very different ideas. “I - I have to - uhm,” she started, pushing more gently at Cole’s arms. “Do you need to go to the bathroom, Luna?” asked the woman. “I can help with that. Alpha?” Cole groaned, slowly releasing her. “I don’t mind helping… but she probably would feel better if you did it, Annette. Given - eve
Cassia’s POV Luna. She was a Luna. Cassia shook her head. The moon goddess had to have made a mistake. In spite of what Annette said, her wolf hadn’t shown herself… if she were truly a Luna, shouldn’t she have done so early? Especially with a much danger as she was in so often…? Strong wolves always showed early… didn’t they? “C-Cole,” she asked softly. “How old were you when your wolf showed up?” “Eighteen.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “If I’m your mate, don’t you think my wolf would have shown up by now then? What if I - what if she never shows up? That could hurt you and Garrett. And your pack…”“Hey - hey,” Cole murmured softly, kissing the top of her head and holding her closer. “First of all, you are our mate. I know you can’t feel it, but Garrett and I wouldn’t make something like that up.” He stole to the side and kissed her cheek, making Cassia blush and pull slightly away. Cole chuckled and continued. “Secondly, you heard what Annette said. I’m sure she i
Cole’s POV “I will slice them in half!” Cole’s wolf threatened, while Cole tried to mentally wrestle with him. Dr. Blake was saying something to Cassia when he turned his attention to the struggling Alpha. “Alpha Cole! Control yourself or remove yourself from this room! I will not risk the rest of us if you cannot get it together!” Cole cleared his throat. “See what you did, you idiot. They’re here to help!” “I don’t care what they’re here for! She’s been hurt enough! They won’t touch her!” “You heard him! Either get a grip, or we’re walking out of this room! Do you know how easily we could hurt her if you freak out while they’re sticking her with a needle!” Cole’s wolf glowered at him but gave back full control, muttering about “ridiculous humans” and what he’d do if she shed a single tear. Cole rolled his eyes and sighed. “Sorry, Doctor. He’s being… difficult.” “I can imagine, Cole,” Dr. Blake returned to his informal tone. “But when I go to stick this needle in her vein,
Cassia’s POV Cassia’s heart sank. For a moment, she’d thought he’d be able to help. “Don’t give into despair, yet, Luna,” Dr. Blake continued. Her fears must have shown on her face, which she schooled quickly. “No need to hide that you’re concerned either.” The older man added, dryly. Cassia smiled. She rather liked this Dr. Blake. “Annette said you’re twenty-one. Is that correct?” “Yes.” “And you’ve clearly been in very dangerous situations.” “Yes.” “Lycans can be a bit tricky - we knew you were one when we drew your blood the first time. Your species has bloodlines that have different rules than regular werewolves. It could be that one of these rules is what is preventing your wolf from making her appearance. Did your parents ever talk to you about why your wolf wasn’t showing up?” Cassia thought through all their many conversations as quickly as she could. This was always a source of anger for her with her parents. There were questions she asked that they refused to ans
Garrett’s POV Garrett’s aching heart grew harder to ignore the further he got from his packlands - and her. He was sickened to be leaving his mate so soon after finding her, whilst she was in such a state. Luka’s wolf gently ran into his own, playful. “Don’t worry, Garrett,” mindlinked the Beta. “Cole will take good care of her.” Garrett growled but nudged Luka’s wolf in return. Twenty wolves ran with them towards the camp where Garrett’s mate had escaped. The sound of a waterfall pounded faintly in his ears. Not much further. “If you can take anyone alive,” Garrett mindlinked the group, “do so. But remember the captives are our first priority. Be as silent as you can now until we reach the camp.” The group slowed slightly, their priority now stealth. It was an hour before dawn, stars and the waning moon still ruling the night sky, but given that their quarry were Lycan, the darkness gave Garrett’s party no advantage. He cursed to himself as he saw the river and stopped, the