In the melee of people leaving, the lights vanishing from the fighting venue, I lost track of Finn, Zeke, Freya and their bikes. It seemed they got separated at some point, or at least didn’t travel the same way. By the time I finally caught up with them, forced to painstakingly follow bike tracks in the mud like a damn boy scout, pure carnage was breaking loose. A large log cabin, every window blazing was under attack. A window suddenly smashed as wolves, possibly even hybrids, tore towards Finn. He snapped the neck of one whilst stamping down the throat of another. Turns out Finn is wasted down here, he should be at the front.I lingered, masked in the dark of the tree line. There was no sign of Freya, unless she’d been given the equivalent of wolf-steroids and was one of those attacking FInn. Nothing except the metallic tang of blood and howls of pain filled the air. Because somehow Finn, the giant lump was still taking on these wolves in human form. /He doesn’t have time to sh
Waking with a start, blinded by hazy sunbeams I instantly started worrying. Had the cosy, intimate night I shared with Briss an illusion?His sleeping body wonderfully displayed as he rolled over. Shaggy black hair falling in awkward tufts across his forehead. Coupled with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones that could have been carved from marble, there's just something about him.I planted a soft kiss on his cheek, inhaling that deep, earthy scent and clambered to my feet. Standing by the near-dead fire that ratcheting sensation around my heart clamped down tight, stopping me in my tracks. My past habits involve always being the first one to bail. I’ve certainly never spent the night curled up in a guy's arms. But I don’t want to bail. Not this time. So I walk, but gather up dry wood from the forest floor instead. For once, I’m going to be around. Briss will wake up to a hot fire, maybe he has some more food left, or just boil some water for drinking. I hum a little song to myself
Would she have even believed I only asked for my Fate in order for her to see that I am a decent man? It was meant to prove to her I am more than the idiot who grabbed her, kissed her, promising just one night.I’ve found this strange, surprising happiness and then gone and blowtorched it with my own foolish stupidity. We had something. Sat together, my hands on her perfect slinky body, drowning in those grey eyes. Why did I have to ask? Why couldn’t I trust my own feelings?I don’t even care about my future. Well, it would be good to know I don’t die in the war, obviously. What I was hoping, in a stupid, foolish plan was that maybe she might see us together. I imagine she’s terrified of how strong the sensations between us are. I am too.I could barely breathe when she stripped off my shirt in front of me. I had to either kiss her or have a heart attack. Same when she reappeared this morning. Another few seconds and she’d have seen me drop to my knees. All the strength was fleeing m
I have a routine established for dealing with the wave of guilt that usually occupies me after dropping a guy. Just like Maddox, head north. Like the guys before him, I run away and retreat. It’s never stung like this before.I dropped in on little Phoebe Kharkov first. I stopped by one of my hideouts and got dressed. Best to not approach young people in a near-naked state. She was playing by herself by the tyre swing on the outskirts of Cragstone. I had a hunch she will be there, seeing as so many visions of Zeke and Cillian’s past revolve around this place. Still a young teen her face is wide and innocent, her coppery hair wild and messy with her dark eyes keen and focused.“Do you know who I am?” I ask, leaning against her tree, trying to look cool as she spun in slow circles back and forth. She sized me up, as brutally as only a child can do, her face scrunched up.“You’re Alpha Cillian’s friend. You helped him save Matilda.”“I’m Zena, yes.”“You’re a Fate?”“Working on it. Nearl
The equivalent of a mental gust of wind shattered the image of Maddox, collapsing into dust before my eyes. Mumbling as the image settles, I feel the pressure of Padgett’s stare. “It is Luna Matilda…Beta’s Naomi and Leona…and…oh Goddess. All three are pregnant. They all have huge bumps. They must be ready to give birth around the same time. It's not Cragstone though …no it's a dark grey room. They don't look happy-""DO NOT GUESS!""I see nothing else, just a grey room and the three pregnant women oh!” as the vision disintegrated again.A new image surged forward. I smell trees mixed with metal. “I’m in the forest. I think…no it is definitely Shadowlands camp. I’m walking forwards."I force myself to look down at the hands of the person whose vision I’m claiming. Olive skin and a scent of red wine. I’m in Zeke’s head. He’d kill me if he knew I’d ridden his future. “There’s blood everywhere. There’s…there’s some men crying. Tents are down. Some are burnt. There has been an attack. The
I was right to tell Matilda my escorting days are over. There was only a couple of days difference between taking her for a quickie with Cillian and Zeke receiving that note. Of course I was panicked, same as Zeke. If Cillian had been murrdered along with half the army then we’d all be fucked, my wavering alliance to Shadowlands the least of my problems. So while Zeke took on the whole journey with his olive-skinned face pale and washed out, mine was tense with frustration. It feels like strings are being pulled that I have no idea about, dancing over a hole. Zena springs to mind, but then she always does. The jasmine-scented dagger between my ribs. Whilst the blonde Riley and everyone else ran about like headless chickens trying to put together the pieces of the attack I stood and breathed in. If Cillian had been killed the men would need a leader. And it isn’t me. I don’t have the respect of the pack like Zeke. I don’t want it either. So I turned to Zeke instead, my voice low an
“I’m not your fucking distraction,” he says. How the fuck dare he! I’m giving him, no doubts about it, the best fucking oral sex of his life and he gets a conscience? What if I want to feel dirty, used and fucking worthless. What if that’s exactly what I need to be treated like right now. /You’re not worthless/ Sybil snaps, fizzing around in my brain like a rocket since Briss appeared. I am. I know it. You don’t have as free and crazy a time as me without being worthless. I feel it too, down to my bones. I’ve spent two full days sat in a cave, miserable as sin, waiting for Padgett, or maybe Ruth on her fucking broomstick, to ride and hack me to pieces. Cillian should be alive though. I’ve sacrificed whatever life I was meant to have to save the man who doesn’t even know I care. Whatever plans Ruth had ready for a world with a dead Cillian she needs to tear them up and start again. Too much is going round my brain. Guilt for betraying Padgett, merging with confusion as to why she wa
After the shitshow down in Shadowlands, where Beta Patrick had a knife to my throat I’ve been on my best behaviour. I went straight back up to White Forest. I managed to smooth over some of the lies I told on the way down. Made out they were communication errors, accidental misinformation. Think I’ve just about got away with it too. A huge slice of luck came my way too just a few days after my brush with death, finally earning me a bit of respect. Myself and a few other men were guarding Alpha Alexander as he took a stroll down by the jetty. He likes to do this before bed, he grumbles something about it helping him sleep. The others hang back and give him space but as Adrian arrives with letters for him to read we fell into conversation a few paces behind the Alpha. He might be in his late forties but shit our brooding, dark haired leader remains a force to be reckoned with. In hushed tones I ask Adrian if anything has been seen of Zena. “Sorry, not that I’ve heard. Maybe ask Bris
It can’t be the packhouse that created this change in her. From the second I walked into her room, filthy from the day's labour, she sized me up like prey and left me practically drooling. She knows exactly what that midnight blue gown does to her figure. A thigh-high split, too? Cruelty in spades. I was more than willing to give her space. I can cuddle, be affectionate, and listen until the end of time. I’ve massaged more oil into her delicate soft skin and bump than I would have thought possible. Sometimes, such rubdowns ended in tears as memories overwhelmed her. Other times, I was able to send her up to heaven in a state of bliss. It’s been a rollercoaster. I’ve dug my way out of my own pit of grief, Freya had been living on hold for so long. She’d been on the run, trapped back at White Forest, held at Rising Star against her will. Shitbag Phillipe had dared to put his hands on her and thankfully paid the fucking price. I regret never getting to land a blow on him myself. But it
That mysterious mate of mine. Slinking around like a fox, those dark eyes always threaten something fun or interesting. The love he has for Aisling almost sets me off crying every time. I can’t deny I have been a rollercoaster for the past few months. Or a complete fucking nightmare. Maybe a bit of both. Taking tea with Doctor Thatcher the day before our journey to White Forest he confirmed I have physically recovered from childbirth. Aisling is flourishing. I have nothing to worry about. “Then why am I so worried? Why is my head filled with constant doubt about everything going wrong?” He sipped his tea thoughtfully, before placing the cup down and steepling his hands. In a steady, doctor-mode voice, he replied, “because you have been through an awful lot Luna. Phillipe made you question your worth. Years believing you weren’t quite good enough, that you always had to try harder. Now?” “Now…I know Zeke loves me exactly as I am. I know he doesn’t want me to change.” “Well as lov
The past few months have been insane. I had naively considered Phillipe’s dead body being slung out of the castle like trash as the end of the matter. Live happily ever after, job done. Sadly, just shouting the war is over isn’t the end of the battle for an Alpha and Luna. Not that the title sits well with me. I doubt it ever will. But it annoys Freya for me to protest too strongly about my title. Plus, I have learned an awful lot about the hormonal fun and games one can encounter with the heavily pregnant. To say she kept me on my toes over winter is an understatement. I fucking loved every second of it. She pushes, I pull her back in. Either way she ends up in my arms, talking a million miles a minute about all the ideas she has working away in her mind. I got to be there for all her quiet little whispered fears too. If the pack likes her, being a mother. Next to roaring fires eating the same rations as everyone else, we lived a fairly quiet existence. Baby names drove her mad. F
The next five months see us settle into a strange, comfortable routine. After only a night under their roof, I immediately commandeered Finn’s barn conversion for us. Much as I adore my parents, I don’t want to be in the same house as them. That is not entirely due to my mate bond either. They still have an ever-burning adoration of each other that I can only hope Briss and I match in decades' time. I just don't need to hear it. Ever.It appears Finn isn’t coming home anytime soon. He’s embedded into Shadowlands, no doubt a future legend in the making. So now Briss and I sleep in the huge double bed with its skylight to the stars. When Briss isn’t building boats, we take out my father’s smaller one. Refreshing my memory on the rigging, sails, and navigation. On a night, we look at the maps together, sprawled out along the table in the downstairs half of the barn. Where the sea reaches the edges of the paper with no known landfall, I know those areas interest Briss the most. The boat
It took over four days for us to finally leave that cabin. It still wasn’t enough time. In an easy cocoon of happiness, we existed together. I don’t think I saw her clothed for the vast majority of the time. And why would we? In that tiny wooden space, everything fell into place. Our bodies are made for each other, but the more time we spend together, the more I learn more about her every day. We talked for hours, curled up on the small bed. Then she’ll give me a look that just sends a bolt of lightning to my cock and I have to have to have her. It’s impossible to deny the power of the mate bond. My ribs and chest have not hurt since the connection formed. Shi apologised, explaining how it was his only way to make me realise she was important. The power of Padgett’s twisted ploy removed, he and Zena’s wolf Sybil were finally able to unleash their infatuation with each other. I know how badly Shi has fallen for her brassy, quick wolf because we share dreams. When we wake, Zena curl
I believe that Padgett was right to choose me. She just got the reason wrong. Her visions suggested I was next in line to wield the strength of that ancient wolf. To carry on tradition. I believe the Moon Goddess always knew I was going to be the one to break the line. I’m a drifter, not a leader. Rules are a challenge. I run from fights, even the ones I’ve started. How was I ever meant to lead a coven! It was lunacy from the start. Yet poor Padgett persisted, despite having the devoted Jane right there. That’s why it felt so right. To step into those blue and white flames and try to return Padgett’s wolf spirit back to the Goddess. Hopefully, she will eventually be joined by all the stolen Hybrid spirits. It is unclear just how many wolves Ruth hosted in the end. Cillian told me the colours, but so many poor souls have been harmed in this war it is impossible to tell. For all we know, she could have kept Alpha Brandon, Luna Hollie, and some of the golden-eyed Beta Warriors for her
Zena is as good as her word. We have a truck to ourselves, stacked with food and other goods. Without revealing a single detail she triumphantly set us up in as much comfort as possible.Every other truck was overflowing with men, stuffed together like sardines. On a passenger bench big enough for three I sat stretched out, my wounded leg supported with a makeshift pillow-thing she had built out of all the discarded and ripped shifter clothes. Zena next to me driving, continuously catching my eye with a proud little smile on her face.She hasn’t stopped for a second. I can only watch as her mind works overtime. I know better than to question whatever scheme she has going on. Eventually, the whole convoy starts up and we are away. Zena drives steadily, making sure we end up at the very back of the Shadowlands convoy. She doesn't give her burned out coven a second glance. There was no special pyre or ceremony for Padgett either. Her body has been lost to the cabin fires. A woman who ha
I cannot wait to get out of this dusty, blood-stained patch of dirt. Not a single cabin remains standing. Just black, charred skeletons. While Briss first slept I held his hand and stared at them. Trying to make sense in my own mind of just what my life should become now. I didn’t want to look too closely at the bodies. Padgett had described me as a river, always heading towards what I want. But this place was never what I wanted. Unlike Jane, it never felt like home. It taught me so much, how to use my gift but then the image of sweet little Phoebe Kharkov comes into my head. What if a thoughtful, gentle girl like her ended up in this lonely wasteland? Too many women have had their gift manipulated and forced into use. Look at Luna Genevieve and Helena. Mated to Alpha’s yet blighted with glimpses of pain and disaster, distorting their potential joy. What if the Moon Goddess and her plans should just be left the fuck alone? Then they could be free. I could be free. Ideas rattle a
When I wake up again, I am half tempted to severely reprimand Shi for making me fade out of the most perfect moment of my life. I was in Zena’s arms, surrounded by jasmine and love, and now…well where the hell am I? “You’re awake!” Zena cries, and I do my best not to cry out in pain at feeling her roll into my arms, planting fierce kisses on my cheeks. “We’re still in the north, up at the coven?” I murmur after allowing myself to be spoiled with rough, greedy affection for a minute. I have just enough strength to lift my arm, trailing my fingers over her bare neck. I close my eyes again, overpowered by the sensation of feeling her perfectly soft skin under my fingertips. “Yes but not for long. Then do you know what-” “Zena let me treat him,” a stern voice reprimanded. I squinted at the sun over my head. “He’s seriously weak.” I might be mistaken, but I’m almost certain I heard Zena growl under her breath at the request. With a dozen more soft kisses, she lifted herself away but k