3rd Person“Are we there yet?” Riley whined, her small body rocking back and forth with the ship’s movement. They’d been out on the open ocean for days now, and though the pups would probably have enjoyed standing on the deck looking for dolphins and whales in the vast sea’s swirling waters, they hadn’t been allowed to go above deck. Instead they remained safely in the vast vehicle’s hull, and bided their time by badgering their kidnappers until they all but screamed.“No, for the millionth time, we Are. Not. There. Yet.” The woman who’d forced them on this unwanted adventure groused. They’d learned her name was Anita, and had figured out that she was definitely the leader of this trafficking gang, but otherwise their time with the crooks hadn’t offered much information.“How much longer?” Paisley asked innocently, exchanging a grin with Riley when Anita threw her head back in exasperation. She didn’t respond, she’d already told them it would be two more days three times that morning,
JaneWhen Ethan and I arrive at the police headquarters, every eye in the room turns towards us, watching our every move. It’s nothing new. If I thought that the media frenzy had been bad when I was a murder suspect, it was nothing to the chaos now. We can’t set a single foot outside our house without every pack member we encounter staring or wishing us their condolences, and I haven’t been able to look at a television or listen to the radio since this all began, because every word is a reminder of our tragedy.Thankful Ethan reminded me of our constant audience when I tried to race out of the penthouse without any clothes on – so eager was I to get here. In the end I didn’t put much effort into it, throwing on the first clothes I saw. To think I was once considered fashionable seems almost surreal now, like something from another life.When we get to the commander’s office, he’s there waiting, a grim expression on his face. “Where did you find her?” Ethan asks without any preamble.“
3rd PersonWhen Jane and Ethan arrived at Eric’s rental condo, it appeared to be empty. Jane tried to call him but his phone went directly to voicemail, so they sat down on the front steps and waited.“Why didn’t you tell me about King Aimon?” Jane asked, tired of simply watching the minutes pass by. “When you found out who Eric was, why didn’t you say that his father had it out for you?”Ethan grimaced, eyeing Jane warily.“What?” She pressed, realizing he clearly didn’t want to answer her question.“It’s nothing.” He said, attempting to brush the matter aside. “I just found it a bit… suspicious, that’s all.”“Suspicious?” Jane repeated with a deep frown, “That he hid it?”Ethan shook his head and winced as he explained. “That he just happened to come into your life the way he did.”Jane blinked. “You think it was some sort of scheme?” She guessed, feeling her stomach lurch uncomfortably.“How did you two meet in the first place?” Ethan asked, resisting the urge to touch Jane. It was
Jane“It’s a long story.” Eric broaches, sitting across from us in his living room. “Are you sure you want to do this now? Surely there are more important things to worry about. The pups–”“We’re asking because of the pups.” Ethan interrupts. “Because we think there’s a chance they were taken by traffickers, and there’s very few people who would have the motive, or the nerve to buy them.”Eric blinked, “But Eve… I thought it was Eve.”“She did take them at first.” I explain hoarsely. “But she doesn’t have them anymore. The police caught her, and they aren’t with him.”“Goddess, I’m so sorry.” Eric gasped. “That’s terrible news.”“Do you think your father would take them, if he had the chance?” I ask him.“Yes.” Eric sighs, letting his eyes fall shut for a long moment. “He would – in a heartbeat. Do you know for certain that they’ve been taken by traffickers?”“No.” Ethan replies. “But it’s the likeliest explanation at this point. They were in a bad part of town late at night, and ther
3rd Person“We have to get ‘way from her before she can split us up.” Riley fretted, exchanging worried glances with her siblings.“How can we ‘scape though?” Paisley countered. “The doors are locked!”They were locked in the back of yet another windowless van and speeding down the King’s road, which connected the tropical port to the Southern Isles’ capital city. They knew from eavesdropping on Anita and her goons that they would reach the royal palace within a few hours, and by then it would be too late.“We should tell her we have to go potty,” Parker suggested, “then she’ll stop and we can run away.”“I dunno if she’d stop for that.” Ryder added skeptically, “I think she’d just say to hold it.”“Say you’re gonna be sick then!” Riley mused, “I bets she’ll believe you after how sick you got on the boat.”“Yeah, say you’re gonna make a huge mess she’ll have to clean up.” Paisley contributes.“And be reaaally whiny!” Riley instructed.At once, the boys raised their young voices to shr
3rd person Paisley waited for the pain; she waited for the blackness closing in to become complete, or for the monster approaching her to bite her in half – but neither came. When she started to lose consciousness, her muscles relaxed enough for her foot to be freed from the rocks, but it was already too late. She floated freely now, however her lungs were quickly filling with water, and she no longer had the energy to try and swim.She’d resigned herself to being some aquatic predator’s dinner, but she had to wonder how much longer it would take – the creature swimming towards her had appeared to be only feet away. Surely she should be dead by now? The next thing she knew a massive warm body was swimming beneath her, and then she was being lifted to the surface. When her head broke through the rapids, water spewed from her lips, expelled from her lungs by forceful contractions as she coughed and sputtered.She clutched the pillowy object beneath her, content to simply close
EthanI’m worried about Jane.She’s out of the car the moment we get to the police headquarters, and it’s all I can do to keep up with her. Her emotions have been all over the place the last few days; she’s so tense and tightly wound that I can no longer predict how she’s going to react to anything – one moment she’s laughing, the next she’s crying. But no matter how she tries to endure, underneath there is always a bottomless well of pain that will never be healed until the pups are home.While my mate’s anguish is magnified by her manic behavior, my own is only too evident in the numbness consuming me. I refuse to feel anything until I know whether we have to mourn or celebrate. At first my fear and anger had wholly consumed me, but I quickly realized it wouldn’t help anything to give in to those emotions. I pushed them down and threw myself into the search, barely sleeping or eating, but knowing that I wouldn’t be able to distract myself if I stopped moving.I hate that I can’t fix
3rd PersonThe closer Paisley drew to her siblings, still carried on the back of her mysterious rescuer, the clearer their confused expressions became. “What is that?” Riley asked curiously, cocking her head as she studied the creature supporting her sister.“I dunno, I was drowning an’ I thought it was gonna eat me, but then it saved me instead.” Paisley explained weakly.“We’re so sorry, Paisley.” Parker frowned. “We never should have made you swim. Are you okay?”“I’m really tired.” Paisley admitted, “drowning is hard.”The other pups murmured sympathetically, then reached out their hands to help their sister onto the rocks. However when Paisley extended her own arms to them, the creature transporting her swam back out of reach. It was managing to fight the current somehow, keeping them in place while Paisley conferred with her siblings. “I think it wants you to climb on too.” She guessed, unsure of what else its strange behavior could mean.“How can you tell?” Ryder wondered aloud
JaneFour Months LaterEthan ushers the pups into my hospital room with a finger pressed to his lips. “Quietly now, Mommy’s very tired.”I’d gone into labor in the early hours of the morning, and the experience couldn’t have been more different than it had been with the quadruplets. Instead of suffering through the first contractions alone and afraid, I’d had my mate by my side, rubbing my back and crooning sympathetically as I gritted my teeth against the pain. After a few hours of pacing and fruitlessly trying to find a comfortable position, my water broke and we left for the hospital, leaving the pups with a sitter.I made it through fifteen hours of labor before caving and asking for an epidural, taking Ethan’s encouragement to save my strength for pushing when the time came. He never left my side the entire time, only stepping out of the room a couple of times to check in on the pups at my request. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthing partner – he lavished me with praise a
JaneWhen Ethan and I arrive back at the penthouse we find Devon and Nina sitting on the sofa while the pups zoom around the living room in front of them. Devon has an arm slung over Nina’s shoulder, which surprises me, but I can’t focus on them because the moment we walk through the door four little bodies come hurtling at our legs. “Mommy! Daddy!” The pups cry excitedly.Parker is the tallest and fastest, so he reaches us first, leaping up into Ethan’s waiting arms while I intercept Riley, whose small size lets her bound weightlessly across the room. “Hello my love puddles.” I greet them happily, kneeling so I can also hug Ryder, while Ethan effortlessly scoops up Paisley, even though his arms are already full with her brother. “What have you been up to? Were you good for Devon and Nina?” I ask, marveling at Ethan’s strength despite his recent recovery.“We were sooo good.” Riley confirms. “Nina was sad so we cuddled her.”“And then Devon told us we could get ice cream if we promi
JaneWhen I open my eyes, Ethan and I are still in the thermal pool. I can feel the water lapping and bubbling around me, but he’s no longer inside me, and when I look up it’s to find his dark gaze watching me intently. Gradually I realize he’s moved to the shallow end of the spring so he can sit on the submerged ledge and hold me in his lap. He rests one hand on my round belly, and our baby flutters inside me as if the tiny bean knows its father is near.“How long was I out?” I inquire softly, stretching and reveling in the delicious ache of my muscles. I’m filled with the lazy contentment of a well-loved mate, utterly drugged with pleasure that is only deepened by the sting of my claiming mark. I can feel the evidence of Ethan’s dominance in the swollen flesh between my legs, the bite marks on my breasts and faint bruises on my back and thighs. And right now I can’t imagine anything better than this… exc
3rd PersonNina’s heart sunk as she watched Ethan and Jane race out the door as their wolves, and she stepped forward to close the door out of mere reflex. When the panel clicked shut she found herself staring blankly at the dark wood, momentarily frozen in time. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t feel, she could only stand there and exist as this latest slight reverberated through her body.Only the sound of a small voice saying her name woke her from her miserable reverie, “Nina?”Slowly, as if in a trance, she turned. Blinking, her expression detached, she saw the pups watching her. Tiny feet padded over the floor in a miniature stampede, and then the four children were gathered around her, looking up at her with wrinkled brows. “Hmm?” She finally responded, unsure if they’d asked her a question or simply stopped at her name.“Are you okay?” Paisley inquired softly, genuine concern in h
Jane“Not want you?” Ethan snarls furiously, seeming angrier about that suggestion than my words about Devon. “Not want you? That has never been the problem!”His hands are so fierce on my body, and I can see a wild sort of desperation in his handsome features. His eyes are glowing and his fangs extended – I know his wolf is right on the edge.“Then show me.” I demand. Sliding my hand down between our flush bodies. “Let me feel your desire, Ethan.”“Why are you doing this?” He groans, burying his head in my neck.“Because you’re punishing yourself for something that isn’t your fault.” I murmur in reply, my lips brushing against his ear as I speak. “And it’s gone on long enough.”“But it is my fault, Janey. Everything I do backfires, every time I try to do the right thing for you, I fuck up.” He confesses, sounding so vulnerable I ache.“Then maybe you should stop trying to figure out the answer for me, and start working with me. Ask me what I want and give it to me, don’t try to do it
JaneEthan and I run through the quiet streets of the city as our wolves, not minding one bit that we’re on pavement and not in the forest. We bound around shopkeepers and early morning commuters without a care in the world, oblivious to the curious looks we’re drawing.I’ve always preferred running at night, but I couldn’t ask for a better opportunity to convince Ethan to stop being so stubborn. When I saw him in his wolf form with our pups climbing all over him this morning, pure joy washed over me. I might not have known how Ethan has been
Ethan“You’re letting them stay?” Nina demands, glaring at me as she wears a hole in the floor, pacing back and forth with the indignant energy of a she-wolf scorned. Unsurprisingly, she was less than amused to learn I decided to allow Jane and the pups to stay with us – though in truth it hadn’t been much of a choice. My mischievous mate forced me between a rock and a hard place, and I wasn’t about to drag her out of the penthouse kicking and screaming.“I can’t just throw them out.&
JaneMy plan to sneak-move into the penthouse is working better than I imagined. Granted, I keep catching my pups practicing their maniacal laughs in the mirror, but in the grand scheme of things, encouraging their talents for mastermining dastardly plots isn’t the worst idea. After all, I want to encourage their ambition in whatever they do… even if it is taking over the world.Regardless of the burgeoning tricksters under my roof, everything else has gone fairly smoothly. I was able to hire last minute movers to pack up and bring everything from our apartment in the Dark Moon territory and transport it here. The only real challenge was maki
JaneEthan winces, then kisses me again, long and deep. When he pulls away, I feel tears in my eyes. I already know he hasn’t been swayed by my pleading. “I know it hurts right now, Jane.” He acknowledges, looking truly aggrieved. “It hurts me too. But one day you’ll see that I’m right.” His thumb brushes a stray tear from my cheek. “You were so much better off without me. You built a fragrance empire and raised three amazing pups all by yourself. But a few months with me and you were on my floor, begging to be a slave again.”“That wasn’t because I was with you, it was because I wasn&rsquo