Celeste is beaten to hell. Sheâs almost unrecognizable. The only reason I did is because I could feel her power, though it is waning. Flickering with the ebb and flow of her life force. Celesteâs beautiful honey blonde hair is dirty, matted with filth, and hanging limp and stringy from her head. There are no marks on her face, but they cover every inch of skin from her chin down. Large bruises. Bite marks, both human and animal. Claw marks. Blood caked on her skin, especially between her thighs. Her brown eyes just stare, completely unseeing. Though they continue to spill unceasing tears. Sheâs obviously been raped and beaten viciously and repeatedly for several days. According to our doctors, sheâs also severely dehydrated and they doubt that sheâs been fed either. Her feet are bare, cut, and bruised, making it obvious she ran here. She also has a mauled and broken ankle, showing she was chased and nearly caught. Sheâs not talking. Not responding at all. The magical
I wake to Gregoryâs head on my shoulder, his soft snores buzzing in my ears. I pull him more into me, snuggling into his neck. I breathe in his sweet scent of magnolia, losing myself in the happiness that I feel whenever Iâm around him. âI love you,â I whisper to him, kissing him on the forehead. His arms tighten around me, seemingly a reflex in response to my movement. It cuddles his body into mine, causing the sparks to flare up even more before they start their slow fade to their usual tingle that they become when we touch for more than a few minutes. The feeling is made more potent by the fact that weâre both naked, so every inch of skin is touching. The feeling of pure pleasure that runs through my body causes me to roll my eyes as my head falls back. My entire body bows and my cock begins to thicken and lengthen. Oh, fuck. Every damn morning. Every damn night. Anytime that I feel him asleep beside me like this, my body reacts. I canât help but want him. Heâs like my
The two best days of my life were the days that I found Jenny and Jamal. The two other parts of my soul. I would have never said it to Jenny or anyone else for that matter, but I had known that I was bisexual since I was 13 years old and I saw my best friend David in his baseball pants. There was no denying it when I would have to make quick exits to the bathroom every time he came up to bat or was at my house after a game. At the same time, though, I had a huge crush on his older sister, who was 14 at the time. That summer, puberty hit her hard and she went from a twig to a full-grown she-wolf. Between the two of them, Iâm pretty sure that his parents thought that I was lactose intolerant or something with the amount time I spent in their bathroom when I was at his house. But that was forbidden in our pack. Especially with me being the next in line to be delta and David being the beta-to-be. It didnât matter what I felt for him. Or what he might have felt for me. Even aft
The trip from Bellaâs coven to the Meteoric Rise main packhouse lasts until about mid-afternoon. By that point, Iâm itching to get out. To go on the trail of the Riding Hoods. Mom insisted that I stay with her to at least help settle our covens in. I will be meeting up with the wolves and Bellaâs hunting party in the morning at Bellaâs covendom. Nissa and I will use our gifts to track these bitches down. My strongest gift is tracking. Just like Arthurâs. Itâs interesting to me that I have the same affinity that my motherâs first and truest love has, even though weâre not related. Iâm hoping that I can convince Arthur to come with us. His exploits are legendary. He took down an entire finagle of Unseelie fairies by himself. Located a herd of boggarts that was terrorizing a countryside. He even found a nuckelavee that had been terrorizing the coast of Nova Scotia. Heâs done things that no one else has been able to do. And thatâs why I wanted him with us. He has the best
Iâve been in an almost catatonic stupor since I touched that border. I know whatâs happening, but I canât respond. The pain. The shock. The guilt. And my idiocy. They all came crashing down on me. And thereâs nothing I can do to stop it. Thereâs nothing I can do to save myself. My only option is to save my people. But how? How do I make the packs and the covens trust me? How do I get them to go along with what Morgana wants? Because thatâs the only way to get my people out. To make it so theyâre safe. I have to convince Bella so that she can persuade the packs. How? How? HOW? And thatâs when I know what to do. I have to tell them the truth. Itâs the only way that theyâll believe me. Itâs the only way that theyâll help. But first I have to contact Morgana. I have to stop her from hurting my people. Lifting my foot up, I pull the coin out of my shoe. Running my fingers over the raised pattern, during the coin blue. Morganaâs voice fills my mind. âCeleste! W
Iâm in the process of a feed with Christine and Jared when my phone rings. Iâm sitting on the couch, holed up in the corner against the arm with a Boppy holding Jared up on one side and a pillow propped up on the couch arm supporting Christine. Both pups are in a football hold and feeding simultaneously, which is what Iâve found is the easiest for all of us. But, as they get bigger, itâs getting harder to do this by myself. Theyâre only two months old and I need either Brandon or Zak to help me just getting them settled in, since getting them to latch without hurting me is a two hand job. Canât imagine what itâll be like by the time we hit summer time. Looking down at my phone on the table, Zak says, âItâs Bella.â âHands a little full here, babe. Youâre gonna have to answer it,â I say. He rolls his eyes, as if to say âNo really?â, but doesnât say anything as he answers the phone, putting it on speaker. âHey, Bella! Itâs Zak, but youâre on speaker with me and Charlie. Sheâs
We call the Alpha Council meeting an hour later, not just looping in Bella and the witches with her, but also the witches that are in Bellaâs covendom, the wolves that are flying to help with the tracking, and the alphas from the West Coast that Roman and Erick had rounded up so far. Teleconference calls were never as popular as they have been since we started a war seven months ago. Wouldnât the humans be surprised to know that their companies are doing well because of werewolves and a pack war they knew nothing about? Theyâd lose their ever-loving minds. âWe all on?â Zak asks. âYup,â Jamal says. âWeâre here,â Bella responds. âYo,â one of the West Coast guys says. Based on Sladeâs eye roll, Iâm assuming thatâs Roman. Zak gives a little chuckle. Based on what Slade has told us, Roman and Erick are going to fit in with the group perfectly. âAlright. This is the first time that all of us have gotten to talk with each other and itâll be a while before we all meet in person, b
That voice. I donât know what it is about Bellaâs voice, but I just want to talk to her all day. Itâs mesmerizing. I look over and see Gregory has a faint smile on his face, his eyes slightly dazed. I can tell he likes listening to Bella just as much as I do. Sheâs obviously a very strong and independent female, but there is also something compassionate and vulnerable there too. Something sad. Iâd love to talk to her more, but weâve got other things to worry about. Like tracking down these sadistic, psycho witches. Once weâre off the call with the big group, we have our own conference call with the witches on the ground at Bellaâs covendom and Bronwyn, Arthur, and Nissa. After a round of introductions, we quickly get down to business. âSo weâve got a total of 10 witches and 20 wolves. I think that all the wolves at least need to go to the Riding Hoodsâ encampments and to Celesteâs covendom to see if we can get the scent of the witches,â Gregory begins. Ever the planner my
The tunnels twisted and turned in an endless labyrinth beneath the Hoia Baciu Forest. The scent of damp earth mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood and decay. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows along the stone walls as I strode through the corridor, my Thane, Sybil, walking briskly beside me.âHow is she doing?â I asked without breaking my stride.âShe is much more stubborn, much more resilient than we anticipated,â Sybil admitted. âBut we believe we may have turned the corner, High Priestess.ââOh?â I arched a brow, intrigued. Morganaâs torture had beenâĶ sluggish. Less satisfying than I had hoped.Torture, after all, is not simply about the bodyâit is about breaking the mind. True suffering comes when a victim loses their very sense of self, when they beg for death, only to have it denied over and over. And yet, Morgana had proven difficult to crack.Nine months. Nine months of relentless torment. We had shattered her bones and healed them daily, forced her to endure t
The ride from Texas to our packhouse should normally take 21 hours, but weâve made it a one-week trip, sending our beta, Landry, ahead of us in our plane. He will help our people move in and settle while Brandon, our parents, and all of our pups take a little side trip for some downtime.Carl, Richard, and Lauren elected to move back to Artemis lands with us. Itâs where they lived, where Carl and Richard grew up, and where they raised their older children. Now that they had a new set of pups, they wanted to come back. My mom and Charlieâs parents were also moving back with us. It was their way to see their grandpups grow but also to honor the lives of my father and Charlie.Carl, Richard, and Lauren were a little upset that Dev, Arya, Jakey, and the twins were remaining in Texas and that they wouldnât be able to see them as much, but weâve already got a couple of trips scheduled back and forth so that all the cousins could get together and we could see our best friends.Our side trip t
The past few months have been some of the most emotionally difficult of my life. Not only am I nearing the end of my pregnancy with our little boy, but we are also leaving Texasâ all of us. Except for the old Diana pack and Arya and Devâs pack, the rest of us will be gone by tomorrow.The last three months have been consumed with finalizing pack laws, succession rules, and building the new packhouses for each territory. We've been moving everything from our old homes, figuring out pack logistics, and ensuring every wolf is accounted for. Itâs been exhausting, but necessary.We also had to choose our new betas, gammas, and deltas. In a twist of fate, Donavon asked to be our beta so that Kesha could stay close to Slade and Chloe. Rin made the same request to serve under Case, Chloe, and Sev, so their families could stay together. That means Mike and Seth will also be moving up north. But the tech squad doesnât need to be in the same room to work together, so at least that transition will
"Reports have been consistent from all of our sources. Other than one of the fae discovering what was left of Locastaâs body in the bayou, there hasnât been a single sighting of any Riding Hoods on American soil,â Hawk says.Weâre in one of our combined council meetings, with all the alphas from every pack in the U.S., as well as the heads and representatives of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens for Hecate. Thereâs also a representative from the Seelie Fairy Court and an ambassador from the Unseelie Fairy Court. The sooner we can get all of us on the same side, the better weâll be protected from groups like the Riding Hoods. Weâre hoping to expand this into a global allianceâa kind of supernatural U.N.For now, the fae are willing to let the U.S. be the test subject. Convincing the other shifter groups, however, has been difficult. Many remain elusive or outright resistant to the idea. Zakâs presence would have helpedâhis Goddess gifts have a way of swaying even the most stubborn mi
After the ceremony, Gregory and I help Jamal back to our cabin. Every time I see him in that damn wheelchair, I get livid all over again. Those witches. I canât believe Locasta and Morgana got the drop on him.He freely admits he was distractedâhe had taken a call from Seth and Mike about incoming witches. It turned out to be nothing, just the Crone coven sweeping through like they promised. Apparently, no one had thought to inform our tech team of that part of the plan. And no one but Jamal had their phone turned on.Morgana had woken up just before the call. While Jamal was preoccupied, she directed Locasta to retrieve a knife from her bootâsilver and coated in wolfsbane. They cut themselves free, then stabbed Jamal in the back of the neck, severing part of his spinal cord. He collapsed immediately. The wolfsbane knocked him out, and the silver cauterized the damage. For a time, he couldnât see, couldnât hear, couldnât even breathe on his own.Arya and Dev managed to purge the wolfsb
Zak and I have been in a fog since Charlieâs death yesterday. The one and only thing that has brought us any solace is our pups. It seems like, overnight, they began looking more and more like their mother. Though both of them have always had Charlieâs gray, raincloud eyes, their faces and bodies seem to have gotten leaner, their chins more pointed, their cheeks hollowing slightly to reveal high, sculpted cheekbones. Maybe itâs just wishful thinking, but others in the pack have noticed it, too.Our families are around us. Friends come in and out of our cabin. All of our mothersâLauren, Danielle, and Claraâbusy themselves with the pups, cooking, keeping things moving as if that will help. The house bustles with people, but I barely register them.The only things that ground me are Zakâs hand in mine, the weight of Christyâs sloppy kisses on my cheek, the warmth of Jerryâs small body as he curls into my chest.I know I eat. I shower. I dress. I might even respond to people. But itâs all
So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that Iâve been training on how to empty myself of other peopleâs feelings. If not, Iâd be drowning in them, rocking in a corner with my thumb in my mouth. Despair. Pain. Rage. Dread. Determination. They flood over me like a tidal wave, crashing against my mental defenses. But using the techniques Meredith taught me, I let them wash over me and drain away, like waves receding from the shore.I have to keep my head on straight. My job is twofold. First, I need to help my friends process their grief without letting it consume them. Zak and Brandonâs pain is like a living thing, a force that threatens to unravel everything if I donât keep it contained. I push their suffering to the back of their minds, tempering their anger to something useful. They donât want thisâbut they need it.Then thereâs Dev. His grief is just as raw, just as deep, but thereâs a difference. Beneath his devastation, thereâs acceptance. A flicker of hope. He knows that heâl
Zak and Brandon push through the door, Brandon almost immediately shoving Zak to the floor as a ball of lightning rushes through the air toward them. It slams into the door just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway.Gregoryâs ability to mimic Morganaâs powers surprises her, giving Jamal the time to step into the room after his mate. His power fills the space, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within a 100-foot radius (we checked). That includes all the witchesâ powers. The only ones that wonât be affected by Jamalâs power are Arya and me. Our gifts arenât Goddess-given but Goddess-like. He canât take away what is part of the Goddess.The look on Morganaâs face as she drops like a fucking stone is almost enough to make me smile. Her scream echoes through the stairwell, the resounding thud as she lands and the breath whooshes out of her is immensely satisfying. Unfortunately, o
I donât know what gave me the idea of the salt trail. Honestly, I havenât been able to think of much since Iâve been here. The thought of us being so close to freedom seems unreal. I never thought that I would escape the Riding Hoods alive. It makes the frustration that Charlie is feeling about us going around in circles barely register to me. Iâm still finding it hard to believe that weâre going to get out of here.But the salt sparks a memory of my favorite childhood fairytale. My mother hated it, the way that the witch was portrayed, but I loved the thought of children being able to outsmart an adult like that. I read every version I could find and acted it out with my toys all the time. I even made Mom, Dad, and Bella call me Gretel for about a year.So, I really shouldnât be surprised that my old favorite story came to me in a time of need. The whole scenario was made better by the fact that Charlie called me Gretel. I feel like Iâm getting some of me back. Like Iâm starting to wa