Chapter Six

Imelda’s POV

Pack politics! It’s enough to drive a woman to drink. Not that I feel the need for an excuse, it’s always six o’clock somewhere.

This is why I was so disappointed when my daughter left our coven to join her mate in his pack. Isla had always been far too trusting, always choosing to see the best in people, regardless of whether their actions supported her unwavering loyalty.

Of all the packs I suppose I had fewest reservations about Celestial Moon, until I visited for the first time, I had only ever heard positive things about the Alpha and Luna. Then I found out who her mate was. Of all the wolves, in all the world, she was bonded to the next in line to be Alpha. That was the day I discovered my love of rum. My usual herbal teas and elixirs just weren’t cutting it, so when one of my sister witches, Rosaline, insisted on a night on the town, I threw caution to the wind and went for it.

I’ve out grown those days now, time has marched on despite the devastating losses of my