3rd PersonWhen Mary Laurent looked out her cottage window to see her husband, Thomas, trudging across the terraced hills of their remote farm with four young pups toddling after him, she had to do a double take. At first she thought she was imagining things – they’d had all manner of strange creatures show up on their lands over the thirty years of their marriage, but this was something entirely new.The children were covered in mud from head to toe, and following her mate at quite a distance. They seemed to be taking the journey in sprints, crossing the open expanses of green pasture land at a trot, before stopping to hide behind various objects, from trees and farm equipment, to the couple’s prized llamas. She might have thought they were trying to sneak up on Thomas, only it was clear he knew they were behind him. He was pretending like he was completely oblivious to them, though she could see his face crinkled in concentration as he drew near– as if listening carefully to ensure
JaneI’m relieved to finally be back on the ship, speeding towards the Southern Isles as fast as the powerful ocean currents can take us. My stomach – on the other hand – is less than amused. Our time on land was no reprieve, and the moment we returned to the relentless swaying of the sea, I became as sick as before.Despite my continued protests, Ethan put his foot down and insisted the medic administer her drugs. I was in tears before it was over, but Ethan held me as I cried myself to sleep, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear and promising it was better this way.As soon as the soothing embrace of slumber took hold, I disappeared into the fog of my dreams, my tormented subconscious dragging me many years into the past– to a time when things were so much simpler.After almost a year of marriage, Ethan and I had become finely attuned to the warning signs of an oncoming heat – from my heightened libido and variable moods, to the strange compulsion to nest – cleaning and organizing our
3rd Person“How are we going to get away?” Paisley asked her siblings, watching Thomas and Mary out of the corner of her eye. The shepherd and his wife were loading their truck for a trip into the nearest town, a visit they planned on using to try and track down the pups’ parents.Of course, the pups were more than a little afraid that the well-intentioned couple would end up landing them in even more trouble than before. They didn’t understand everything they overheard during their time with Anita and her goons, or even everything Thomas and Mary discussed about their plight, but they knew enough to realize that calling attention to themselves was a bad idea. Yet at the same time, they wanted to go home more than anything.“Are you sure we should?” Ryder asked, having second thoughts about their plan. “It’s really scary being on our own, and they might be able to finds Mommy and Daddy.”Riley was already shaking her head, understanding her brother’s hesitance, but knowing they couldn
JaneI can’t be pregnant… I can’t.It’s too soon – too complicated. I don’t have the brain space to focus on such a momentous possibility, let alone figure out what it would mean for Ethan and I. We’re already stuck in a holding pattern, trying not to get ahead of ourselves with feelings while our lives are in shambles… at least I am. Ethan seems as determined as ever that we be mated for the rest of time.I’ve been terribly anxious ever since the possibility entered my mind, and as much as I want to find out whether my fears are real or just paranoia, I’m afraid to find out the truth. Under different circumstances I’d go to the doctor at the first opportunity, but I’m not sure I can cope with one more worry on my plate. Maybe it’s a completely escapist mindset – like an ostrich sticking its head in the sand – but as long as there’s a chance I’m not pregnant, I can go on pretending like everything is normal. The moment I find out otherwise, however, they’ll be no ignoring it.It’s not
JaneWhen the Southern Isles finally come into view, they take my breath away. Not because they’re beautiful or how eager I am to be back on solid land, but because I know my pups are waiting somewhere on their shores.“Finally.” I breathe, standing at the ship’s railing as the distant lands draw closer and closer on the horizon. I’m already in my disguise, feeling absurd and sick to my stomach beneath the prosthetics, yet knowing it’s for the best. Ethan is by my side, looking equally comical in his old man get up, but entirely believable to those not in the know. I keep seeing him reach towards me out of the corner of my eye, only to stop himself at the last moment when he remembers we’re supposed to be travel companions and not lovers.I might think these efforts are completely overboard, if I didn’t know just how far King Aimon goes when it comes to spying. Honestly, part of me wonders if we took these precautions too late. After all, there might have been spies back in the NightF
EthanI’m by the marina when I catch a familiar scent, and my mind instantly transports me back to the alley where we lost track of the pups’ scent in Cité de la Nuit. My wolf howls in my head, and I immediately begin following the trail. It’s a struggle to continue hobbling along in the guise of an old man, rather than breaking into a run and chasing down my prey. Somehow I find the patience to go slowly, following the scent to a dive bar just off the pier.Peering inside, I see a few rough looking men gathered at the bar, smoking and drinking huge pints of ale. I cock my ears towards the sounds of their voices, trying to match the scent to its owner.“It’s your turn to get the tab, Griff.” One of the shifters grumbles.“I can’t. You know our job went bust.” The man in question answers bitterly. “I’ll be lucky if I get paid before we get back to the continent.”“Yeah, yeah,” the first man scoffs, “it’s always the same story with you, you roll into town every few months and mooch off
3rd PersonThe pups huddled closely together as they followed the strange girl they met in the alley, not feeling at all comfortable – especially given their past experiences meeting people in alleyways. Still, the girl was also a pup, and she seemed to understand their position better than any of the adults they’d met. She and the little boy led them into what could only be described as an underground maze – a catacomb of tunnels running beneath the town.“What is this place?” Riley whispered anxiously.“It’s the old sewers.” The girl replied, as if this was perfectly normal. “The city put in a new system a few years ago, and this was left behind.”“The sewers?” Paisley repeated. “Eewww!”“It’s not so bad.” The girl answered with a shrug, “they haven’t been used in ages. It doesn’t smell great, but no one ever comes down here either.”“What’s your name?” Parker asked, looking around at the dark, dank walls surrounding them.“I’m Sophie.” The girl tossed a smile over her shoulder, the
JaneThe security guard at the rental shop is bearing down on me, and the woman behind the counter is reaching for the phone, preparing to call the police.“No!” I exclaim, “please, I’ll leave. I’m sorry if I caused you trouble.”“I think we should let the police handle this.” The woman argues, looking to the guard for support, “he’s clearly following this woman.”“I’m not.” I tell the guard, praying he’ll take my side. “At least, not the way you think. She’s my girlfriend and I’m afraid she’s having an affair. She told me she was going away for the weekend, and I’m sure it’s to meet her lover. I just need to find out the truth, I don’t want to hurt anyone.”The guard crosses his arms over his chest, studying me closely. My only hope is that he’s the kind of overbearing man to think such actions are reasonable - if not justified, and that he’ll side with another man over a woman assuming the worst of one of his brethren.To my immense relief, his broad shoulder’s untense after a momen
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