I didn’t leave. I wanted to. Really, really badly. I wanted to run home, to be with my mates and my pups. But a couple of things kept me there. One – I have no idea where the fuck I am. I mean, as a wolf, I’d be able to get my bearings rather quickly, but will it be fast enough to get me away from Casen and Corinda? I have the feeling that Corinda would burn the forest down to make sure that she found me to use me against my mates. Two – Though that was some fucked up shit that just went down, I want to make sure that Sev is ok. I couldn’t give a shit about what Corinda thinks. And Casen? I’m not sure how I feel about him. I mean, dude had tried to kill me. I understand why, though. If anything like that happened with Charlie, I would have done the exact same thing. He ain’t all that bad. I gotta make sure they’re ok. Three – Selene had said that I needed to be here for a week. Why? I don’t know. But if the Goddess said I had to be here, here is where I had to be.
“Somebody give me something,” I say walking into the Alpha Council meeting room. Charlie and I had been a mess while Brandon was chained. That hour of not having contact with him was one of the worst of our lives. He trusted Severn and Casen, but Charlie and I were having a lot of trouble leaving him in the hands of someone who had tried to kill him earlier today, as well as the crazy she-wolf who had planned his kidnapping and the killing of multiple packs. Yeah, they had their reasons, but their brand of psycho near our mate was killing us. As was the knowledge that he wouldn’t be coming home with us tomorrow. The only thing keeping us from freaking out was that Brandon was currently safe and in nearly constant contact with us and that we have a project that we can focus on: finding out who The Red One is. To do that, we call in Citra, the witch that helped to escort Nathan here from Julian’s pack. “Whoa, there cowboy,” Dev says. “How’s Brandon?” I plop down in my seat at t
It’s a six hour drive to the safehouse. We decided to go with the one that was closer to Texas, to where we would meet the trios tomorrow at the Meteoric Rise packhouse. If we travel half way there today, we’ll only have about six hours to drive tomorrow. We’re about 30 minutes into the trip and no one has said anything. Brandon is lightly snoring in the back. I hear Sev playing on his phone, the soft music of Candy Crush coming from its tinny speakers. Corinda has been staring out the window the whole time, though I occasionally see her look at me in my periphery. I know that we need to talk, but I’ll be damned if I’m the first one to break the silence between us. Childish, I know, but she screwed this up. She needs to take the first step to fix it. Sev feels the same way, but he’s keeping his distance. It seems like he’s been burned one too many times by our fiery-haired beauty. He won’t extend a hand anymore. She’s got to do it herself. Both of us are really upset abou
“Wait, so why haven’t we heard of them until now?” I ask. “You would think if there were these all-powerful witches out there that hunt down werewolves, it would be a big topic of conversation.” Citra shifts uncomfortably. “That might be our fault.” “What do you mean?” Zak asks, his voice and body language tense and agitated. “Down, boy,” I whisper to him, grabbing his hand in mine and putting it on my thigh. He relaxes some, but both of us are still on edge. It’s going to be like this until Brandon gets back and it’s fucking exhausting to be honest. “Sorry,” Zak mutters. Citra nods before she continues. “The American witch community has tried really hard to ensure that what has gone on in Europe with the Riding Hoods doesn’t come over here. No witch that has any ties with their coven, no matter how remote, is allowed to enter our borders and we’ve cut all ties with the European covens. But that means that we also have limited information about them. Wolves tend to be qu
Yeah, so Casen, Sev, and Corinda thought that I was asleep while they had their little talk. They don’t realize how light you sleep when you’re a parent. The second that they started talking, I woke up. I heard everything. It was hella awkward. I really wish that Sev was part of the pack. I want to mindlink him about what just happened. He’s gotta be dying. I know I am. But after about 10 minutes of no more talking, I fall back asleep. —----------- I wake up when we stop to get something to eat. They got me a burger, fries, and a shake. Sev hands it to me, but after missing my mouth on several occasions and spilling my shake on the floor, they decide that I need to be able to see. Plus, everyone wants to get out and stretch their legs for a bit. So Casen gets me replacement food and we drive to a rest stop. They pull around the back of the building and lead me into the woods with the food. Once we’re far enough in, they take off the blindfold and I hiss as the sun
We have another three hours to drive. We stay quiet for the majority of the time, talking only occasionally. Mostly, we’re thinking about what Brandon had to say. Looking at it now, I really think that I told Case and Sevy…Sev, the truth about my feelings towards Brandon. It’s not him I’m attracted to, per say. I mean, he’s attractive, but he’s a werewolf. We’re all attractive. Shit, we don’t even get acne as teenagers. It’s part of the predatory thing that comes with being a wolf. Sleek and beautiful appearances attract better mates and put prey at ease. But that wasn’t what attracted me to Brandon. It is truly that he didn’t hold back when he called me on my shit. He didn’t treat me like I was this fragile thing. When Case tackled me in the forest, I felt the same thing, though it did go a little deeper because he was my mate. Now that I see the attraction for what it is, the agitation is gone. I just wish I hadn’t embarrassed myself like that. Likely, Brandon’s who
We drive through the night to the safehouse. I end up driving the whole way, feeling more agitated than tired. I still want to talk to Sev about what I heard him and Brandon talking about. I’m also worried about how he’s taking everything. He was so cold when we were talking to Corinda earlier and he barely said a word when we got back into the truck after talking with Brandon. He’s even closed down the link, putting up a mental barrier that stays in place even when he’s asleep. He’s starting to shut himself off from me the same way that Corinda has and I’m floundering. I feel so lost without him. I didn’t realize how much I’d come to depend on his comforting touch, physically and in my mind. I love him so much and I can’t stand the thought of him becoming this cold, unfeeling person. The only one that he seems to want to interact with is Brandon. I’m extremely jealous, but I can’t say that I don’t understand it. Brandon has only tried to help him the entire time that he
Jacob has a fretful night; almost as if he knows that Arya and I are on edge about meeting with CCS and Brandon tomorrow. “Shhh, Jakey. I know. I know. Ma and Pop are worried and you are, too. It’s ok, buddy.” I’m rocking him in the chair by the window. It typically works, but tonight seems to be the exception. We agonized over what we would have Jacob call us for the entire week before we went to visit Xander the first time. We knew that we would see Lacey and Isaac then and we were afraid of their reaction if we took to calling ourselves Jacob’s Mom and Dad. But they had thought of a solution when we came to see them. Jake would call Arya “Ma,” which is the Afrikaans word for “Mom.” I would be “Pop,” the name that both Isaac and I had called one of each of our grandfather’s. And when we spoke of Lacey and Isaac, they would be Mommy and Daddy. “What do you think is going on with him?” Arya asks, pitching her voice over Jacob’s thin whine. “I don’t know, Angel. I think
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.“How is she doing?” I asked without breaking my stride.“She is much more stubborn, much more resilient than we anticipated,” Sybil admitted. “But we believe we may have turned the corner, High Priestess.”“Oh?” I arched a brow, intrigued. Morgana’s torture had been… sluggish. Less satisfying than I had hoped.Torture, after all, is not simply about the body—it 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 we’ve 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. It’s 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 Charlie’s 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 wouldn’t be able to see them as much, but we’ve 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 Texas— all of us. Except for the old Diana pack and Arya and Dev’s 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. It’s 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 doesn’t 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 Locasta’s body in the bayou, there hasn’t been a single sighting of any Riding Hoods on American soil,” Hawk says.We’re 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. There’s 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 we’ll be protected from groups like the Riding Hoods. We’re hoping to expand this into a global alliance—a 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. Zak’s presence would have helped—his 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 can’t believe Locasta and Morgana got the drop on him.He freely admits he was distracted—he 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 boot—silver 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 couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t even breathe on his own.Arya and Dev managed to purge the wolfsb
Zak and I have been in a fog since Charlie’s 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 Charlie’s 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 it’s 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 mothers—Lauren, Danielle, and Clara—busy 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 Zak’s hand in mine, the weight of Christy’s sloppy kisses on my cheek, the warmth of Jerry’s small body as he curls into my chest.I know I eat. I shower. I dress. I might even respond to people. But it’s all
So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that I’ve been training on how to empty myself of other people’s feelings. If not, I’d 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 Brandon’s pain is like a living thing, a force that threatens to unravel everything if I don’t keep it contained. I push their suffering to the back of their minds, tempering their anger to something useful. They don’t want this—but they need it.Then there’s Dev. His grief is just as raw, just as deep, but there’s a difference. Beneath his devastation, there’s acceptance. A flicker of hope. He knows that he’l
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.Gregory’s ability to mimic Morgana’s 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 witches’ powers. The only ones that won’t be affected by Jamal’s power are Arya and me. Our gifts aren’t Goddess-given but Goddess-like. He can’t take away what is part of the Goddess.The look on Morgana’s 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 don’t know what gave me the idea of the salt trail. Honestly, I haven’t been able to think of much since I’ve 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. I’m still finding it hard to believe that we’re 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 shouldn’t 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 I’m getting some of me back. Like I’m starting to wa