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
I slept like the fucking dead and am full of energy when Sev wakes me up at 6 the next morning. When I come out of the living room, I find Corinda putting the food away in the cupboards while Case packs a bag of extra clothes for everyone. That worries me. Does he think that they’re going to have to shift quickly? Why would they have to do that when this is supposed to be a friendly meeting? But at the same time, I know that I’m not going to be going home today, so this isn’t going to go as well as they had planned. We leave within half an hour, stopping to get food on the road a little later. Again, I’m blindfolded, which in all honestly, is starting to get really fucking old. I know that I slept most of the day yesterday but I’m all caught up on sleep now and ready to do something. It would be nice if I could at least look at the people I’m talking to. Corinda is a bit more friendly today and Sev and Case are definitely feeling a lot better. I wonder if they were able to t
“They’re being attacked!” Zak cries. “By what?” I ask, already feeling battle plans formulate in my head. “Witches. Three of them.” Charlie’s voice is strangled with the worry that I can feel rolling off of her. Dev hurries to the cockpit. I overhear him telling the pilot to find someplace to land now. We don’t want the witches to have access to our only escape route. We’ll land here and then shift and run to the fight. “Buckle up, everyone,” the pilot says over the intercom. “We’re going to land now.” We all sit, buckling our seatbelts. I look at the other pregnant she-wolves with us. When it was just meeting with Corinda, Casen, and Severn, I was all for them coming. Now? Not so much. “Ladies - “ I start, feeling my stomach do flipflops as the plane begins descending quickly. “Don’t even think about it Arya,” Kare says, her voice flinty and her eyes like steel. “We just went through this with our mates.” “Yeah, but that was when we knew exactly where the
Severn Brandon’s friend, Devin, uses his gift to heal the abrasions, cuts, and bruises I got from fighting the witches, but also replenishes my strength. “Stick with the witch on the left!” he yells to me, Casen, and Brandon. “We’re all going to team up and split ourselves between the witches.” “Got it!” Casen yells back and the three of us take off toward our designated witch. The two guys that had been fighting her take off and join other groups. She seems surprised that we are back and able to fight. That makes two of us. “Make a circle!” Brandon calls. We surround her and Case hits her with a blast of frigid wind so strong that it knocks her back and flecks of ice start to form in the air, pelting the witch with large frost covered shards. Cuts appear on her exposed skin and in her clothing. “Blasted cur!” she screams and throws up a wall of magic, blocking the wind. I cause the earth to roll beneath her, knocking her off balance and casuing her fall to the gro
Brandon moans in the backseat as we jolt over tree roots and take hard curves around trees. Each time, Case apologizes, but there isn’t really much that he can do. We had to get the fuck out of there. Those witches showed up out of nowhere and the one sacrificing herself to call the others…there was no way to know when they would show up and when a freaking oracle tells you to get the fuck out, you make tracks as fast as you fucking can. Casen rolls the windows down. He puts his hand out the window, opening it and curling his fingers in towards the himself. The cab of the truck fills with scents from throughout the forest: elm, squirrel, oak, blood, and incense. “They’re about five miles away, but they’re gaining fast,” Casen says. “The plane’s in that clearing right there,” the oracle says, pointing to a stand of trees about a half a mile off. The closer we get, the easier it is to see that there is a clearing and a plane at one end of it. Unfortunately, the trees are
6 months later…Somewhere south of the Hoia Baciu Forest, Romania “How is she doing?” I ask as I follow the tunnel through the twisting and turning passageways. “She is much more stubborn, much more resilient than we would have thought. But, we believe that we may have turned the corner, High Priestess,” my Thane, Sybil, explains. “Oh?” This is an interesting turn of events. Morgana’s torture has been so slow, so…unsatisfying. She has been so hard to break. You see, torture has very little to do with the actual physical punishment. It is about psychologically breaking your victim, making them lose their very sense of self. And then making your victim wish they were dead, pray for death, and denying it over and over. Until they no longer breathe, no longer blink, no longer eat, without your say so. But Morgana has proven very stubborn. It’s been nine months. Nine months of us breaking her body and healing her on a daily basis. Of allowing rogues to use her however they w
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 had raised their older children. Now that they had a new set of pups on their own, 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 are remaining in Texas and that they won’t be able to see them as much, but we’ve already got a couple trips scheduled back and forth so that all the cousins could get together and we could see our best friend
3 months later… This has probably been some of the most emotionally difficult months for me. Not only am I nearing the end of my pregnancy with our little male, 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 are leaving tomorrow. The past three months have been about coming to a consensus about pack laws and succession rules, building the packhouses for each of the seats, moving all the things from everyone’s old homes to wherever they are going, and figuring out who is where in terms of pack members and how we will keep track of them. We also had to figure out who would be our betas, gammas, and deltas. In a surprise twist of fate, Donavon asked if he could be our beta so that Kesha would be close to Slade and Chloe. Rin also asked to be beta for Case, Chloe and Sev, so they could all be together. This means that Mike and Seth will also be moving up north. But the cool thing about the tech squad is that they
1 month later… “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 Hood’s on American soil,” Hawk says. We’re in one of our combined council meetings, 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. We also have 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 all of those groups, like the Riding Hoods. We’re hoping that we can make it a global thing. Sort of like a U.N. of supernatural beings. Right now, we’ve got to prove to the fae that it can work. They are more than willing to make the U.S. the guinea pig for the experiment. We’re trying to get some of the other shifters to participate, but they are proving to be fair
After the ceremony, Gregory and I help Jamal back to our cabin. Every time that I see him in this fucking wheelchair, I get livid all over again. Those stupid bitches. I can’t believe that Locasta and Morgana got the drop on Jamal. He freely admits that he was distracted, having gotten a phone call from Seth and Mike about incoming witches. Turns out it was just the Crone coven sweeping up like they said they would. Apparently no one had gotten in touch with our techies about that part of the plan. Likewise, no one but Jamal had their phone turned on. Morgana had woken up shortly before Jamal had taken the call. While he was distracted, she directed Locasta to get a knife out of her boot. It was silver and coated in wolfsbane. Once they cut themselves free, they stabbed Jamal in the back of his neck, severing part of his spinal cord. He can’t walk. The wolfsbane had rendered him unconscious and the silver cauterized the two ends of his spinal column. For a while, he co
Zak and I have been in a fog since Charlie’s death yesterday. The one and only thing that has brought us any solace are 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, both of their chins coming to more of a point, their cheeks seeming to hollow some showing high sculpted cheekbones. Granted, it could have all just been wishful thinking, but many of our pack and those that saw the pups commented on it. Our families are around us and friends keep coming in and out of our cabin. All of our mothers, Lauren, Danielle, and Clara, busy themselves with the pups and cooking. People bustle around us, but I don’t really remember. The only things that really make impressions on me are Zak’s hand in mine, a sloppy kiss on the cheek from Christy, or the heat from Jerry’s body as he lays on my chest. I know I ate. I showered. I dre
So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that I’ve been training how to empty myself of other people’s feelings. If not, I would be drowning in these feelings and rocking in the corner with my thumb in my mouth. Despair. Pain. Rage. Dread. Determination. All of them flood over me like a tidal wave. Using the imagery that Meredith taught me, I let the feelings wash over my body and flow back out, like a wave on the beach. I have to keep my head on straight throughout all of this. I’m obviously going to need to help my friends deal with their pain at the loss of their mate, putting their pain to the back of their minds, cooling their anger to rational levels, calming their desperation so that they can focus on the task at hand. And get out of here alive and back to their pups. Right now, I know it’s not what they want, but it’s what they need. I can feel Dev’s pain, too. It’s nearly as deep as the pain that Zak and Brandon feel. Understandably so. Charlie was like a
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 surprise her, giving Jamal the time to walk into the room after his mate. His power fills the room, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within 100 feet (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 quite satisfying. Unfortunately for
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 have read every version that I could find of the story 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