~Imogene~I continue to attack her with my phantom wolves, making sure they bite everywhere, ripping her skin apart. I can feel the power flowing through me, and I love it. I flex my fingers, watching the blue spark on my fingertips. I point to a rock and watch it float in the air. I move it over her head and let it drop. It didn’t hit her as much as I wanted; the edge clipped her. I will take what I can get. I glide over to her body and kick at her side. She doesn’t move or groan. Her body is covered in cuts, some deeper than others. The wound on her head is deep. I can see white in the center, so I’m guessing that might be skull showing through. All the cuts are leaking profusely, and I’m glad about that. The blood is pooling beneath her, the puddle getting bigger and bigger. I set my feet on the ground and turn, walking back through the woods. I take my time to get back to the party. Just as I figured, everything is as I left it. I walk to the back of the packhouse, standing in t
~Nikki~Have you ever had a dream where you are on the edge of something, a building or cliff, and you fall off? My body is falling; it feels like the wind is flashing by me. It makes me think of that movie, you know the one. That guy was wearing that stylish black jacket throughout. Something about a red pill and a blue pill: he could fly through the air, and he was often doing that or jumping off of things. I swear I’m bad with movie names.Well, anyway, it’s like that. I remember watching that movie and wondering what flying would feel like. I wondered what it would feel like to have that wind rushing over me like that. This is like that, but only……only it’s very different. It’s pitch black here, with no lights and no sounds. There’s no color, no grey areas, just black. I keep reaching out, trying to grab hold of something, anything to stop my falling, but there’s nothing. There’s no rope, no fabric, no branches….nothing. I keep expecting to come crashing down onto a surface, but
I take a step back and look at my work. Everything looks to be in place; the grass is vividly green, the trees and bushes are lush, and tranquility has settled across everything. The only thing missing is my child. I sit on a big rock overlooking the river and wait. I don’t know how this will go, but I’m optimistic. I know there may be anger and animosity toward me; I’m used to it. Many times, they don’t understand the restraints we have on us. As a deity, there are things I simply can’t do. I have my own limitations that I have to abide by.Honestly, things wouldn’t be interesting if we could run everything. We would have everyone acting the same way and doing the same thing. There would be no individuality, and that would be tragic. I always hope that my children care for each other, but I know I can’t force them to do so. As hard as it is to watch, when they go against the grain, against what’s right, all I can do is sit back and watch. There is no time here, no night and day. Ev
~Stuart~I wipe her brow again; the sweat keeps coming. I lean in close and hold my breath. I can hear her breathing, so that’s a good sign. I just wish she would wake up.I may have been an asshole to Nikki while we were together, but I paid attention to her and learned a few things. Once I picked Nikki up from the borders, I brought her back to my place. The clinic would have been good, but I can’t be on packlands, and they would have thought that I was the one that put her in that position. I cleaned up her wounds and applied first aid. That is what I learned from Nikki: how to keep someone alive as best as possible. I have no idea what Nikki went through, but I had to do everything I could to keep her alive. I owe her so much that this is just a tiny task. We’ve been here for four days; Nikki has been like this for four days. I was able to get a former doctor to see her. He said I cleaned her up well, and there should be no worry about infections. He gave her some stitches and d
I’m up early, still sore from what happened. I suspect I will be sore for another day, at least. I jump in the shower, going over my visit with the Moon Goddess as I soap up. It’s hard to wrap my head around what she told me: Imogene is not Paul’s fated mate, but I am. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be fated to such a man. I knew this thing between Paul and me would be temporary, and if it did last, it would be because he chose me. I never thought the Moon Goddess would actually pair us together. As selfish as it sounds, I want that; I want what the Moon Goddess has blessed me with. I let my fated mate go so long ago because I’d already created a life with my chosen mate. I never considered a second chance mate, and now I have one that is from a dream.Paul is smart, kind, considerate, sexy, and just, all of the above. I don’t know what I did in my life to get so lucky, but I’m genuinely grateful. Now, I need to focus on getting Paul and the pack free from Imogene
~Imogene~Things are progressing quite nicely if I do say so myself. This wasn’t my initial plan, but I’m nothing if not innovative. I call it innovation, whereas others would call it opportunistic. I don’t really care what it’s called, but it is what it is. The idea struck me out of nowhere. I looked at the celebrity status I was thrust into and all that came with it. Tie that with my magical prowess, and I knew I could have whatever I wanted. I figure, why not go for broke? Tia and the twins will step down, letting Paul and I take over. Of course, when I say Paul and me, I really mean me. I will take over and run this pack. I will do whatever I want, and no one will be able to stop me. I scroll through my phone, looking for the contacts that can get me what I need. If I’m going to expand this spell across the pack, I need more supplies. I will also need a catalyst, and I know just the one. Once I get in contact with my guy, I will set everything in motion. I have two days until ou
~Stuart~I didn’t expect to walk in here and see Kimberly gone. Yes, I rejected her, but she was still my fated mate, and we stayed attached for more than two decades. We may not have lived together and created a family, but we took the time to get to know each other. Kimberly and I would meet up sometimes just to talk. We would discuss our families, our hurts, our states of happiness, and anything we felt we could share with each other. I was probably more intimate with Kimberly than I was with Nikki once we found out we were mates—just something else to be deeply apologetic for.I don’t know how long I sat here, holding Kimberly’s body. My heart hurt when I set eyes on her, and I just wanted to hold her a bit before her body is taken away. I let Kimberly go and stand up. I look down and see remnants of blood on my clothes, but I don’t care. I look around the room, but nothing stands out to me besides the open door.I hate that Kimberly had to die alone and at such a young age. She
~Imogene~I look at my phone again and let out an exasperated sigh. I absolutely HATE waiting on people. I feel like all things should be immediate when dealing with me. Let’s face facts: I’m a super important woman and don’t have time to wait for others to drag their feet. I would tell him to go fuck himself if I didn’t need these items. I could always send him a magical bomb…..I always love seeing those explode. I need to strengthen my spell and get it to cast wider, and I can’t do that without the ingredients. As it is, I snuck off packlands early this morning. My ceremony is later today, and I need the ingredients to sit for a while if I want to be able to cast the spell tonight.A car pulls up, and I start to tap my foot. The car door opens, and he walks out. Always with a hoodie on and the hood on his head; I swear I get so tired of this cloak-and-dagger shit. “What the fuck took you so long?” He doesn’t come close but tosses the bag, which lands a few feet from me.“Here’s you