Dear readers. Updates will be four or five days a week going forward as I am working on the third book of this trilogy and Marcel's story. I hope you will all understand that in order to give you the story you deserve, I can't spread myself too thin. Writing is what I love, and all of your positive feedback really spurs me on. I hope you continue to enjoy my book. As always, thank you for your support and happy reading. VB xx
Liberty’s POVIt’s been an emotionally taxing few days, but out of everything that has happened here and at Pine Ridge, the thing that had got to me the most was Isobel.I knew that having another Vampyre and humans on pack land was going to cause a bit of a stir. It’s in our nature to be protective of our territory, and the sheer amount of newcomers has us all on high alert. But that woman is something else entirely.The way she followed Marcel around like a lost little puppy, always after his attention, her skimpy outfits leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, I couln’t help cringing at her blatant desperation.Marcel has ignored her for the most part. Until last night anyway. When she strolled into the main hall to join the pack for dinner, she walked right up to him, bold as anything, and sat right in his lap at the table. The looks that passed between us all were badly hidden and the vein in Claudel's temple must have tripled in size.I wish I could describe the look of sho
Esme’s POVWhen they say the grass isn’t always greener on the other side, they weren’t kidding.I knew there would be a rough road ahead before we could settle into some semblance of a normal life, but I was not prepared for the dirt we dug up under the abandoned school house. My visions have been blinkered recently. Before they were broad and I could see how everyone’s paths were intertwined. Now I only see myself, Hunter and Pine Ridge.Before Hunter made his decision, I had visions of many possible futures, this was not one of them. Hunter is constantly stressed and easily agitated. I’m not saying I blame him, he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. The day he took his place as Alpha, he ended six lives, Kendrick and the five men who challenged him.In the almost couple of weeks since then, there have been half a dozen more challenges and half a dozen more deaths. The people aren’t adjusting to our ways as easily as I had foolishly hoped. Change is hard, I know that, we b
Christian’s POV Yesterday evening I made the grave mistake of mentioning out loud how well everything is going here and at Pine Ridge. Hunter and Esme have found a way to engage their entire pack. They now have a ruling council, overseen by the two of them. It couldn’t have worked out better really, the council members were elected by the people, and they seem to be placated, for now at least. Democracy among wolf packs is rare, but then so is a pack with two very distinct and opposing communities, if that is what works for them, I fully support and respect Hunter’s decision.The women and children we took in have settled in nicely. Most of the women have found mates among our warriors and after Liberty’s little speech, they are embracing the safety and security of the mate bond and our pack. There has been far more going on behind the scenes, counselling, medical treatments, conditioning and training. Liberty and Lottie have worked tirelessly to integrate the refugees into our pack
Zander’s POVWatching Liberty use her own body as a shield snapped me out of it sharpish. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. You know when someone says ‘it was like everything happened in slow motion’? well, I never understood that until right now.Max bubbles to the surface and boils over as the realisation of what Liberty is telling us hits Christian. Caleb’s reaction is stunned silence, which is for the best in this very moment. As usual, I set my own feelings aside to manage my brother and his wolf.His temper has vastly improved, but this is two dozen steps to far for him.I watch for a moment, frozen to the spot as I process what is happening. There is a flash of Obsidian fur and Liberty stands her ground intercepting Max's, would be, assault on Marcel. Seeing my mate and pups in the line of fire releases the hold the ground has on my feet and I jump into the fray.Caleb rushes forward, as I leap over the coffee table to restrain my brother. He and I both know that Caleb may be m
Lottie’s POVI was sat with Imelda and Esme when Christian’s message rang out over the link. We had been excitedly discussing Rosaline’s impending arrival and what that means for the magic circle they want me to join and complete. I’ve been on the fence since they asked me, even under their guidance, I don’t feel like I have enough of a grasp on my magic to do the circle justice.Literally thirty seconds after Christian’s link, Liberty comes puffing through the double doors and running over to our table in the main hall.The three of us were already on our feet and about to go and look for her and find out what on earth is going on. When she reached us, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. The pups are growing quickly and taking up more room inside her tiny frame every day. Pregnancy does not look comfortable, or as blissful as so many people make out. Then again, twins is bound to be harder on your body than a single pup, I hope. I wonder if little dragon halflings would be
Imelda’s POVThese women think they can hide their condition from me. Me, really? I have seen and helped more pregnant women than they have had hot dinners. Esme knows I’m on to her, the look of understanding when I told her and Liberty to talk, said it all. Her secret is out, she might aswel find comfort in those around her who can sympathise with her complicated situation.Lottie only suspects that I know about her. Truth be told, I probably knew before she did. It doesn’t sit well with me, taking her into this fight knowing she is carrying such rare and precious cargo, and had there been any other choice I would have taken it but desperate times call for desperate measures.She shouldn’t shift, but her magic will remain unaffected for now. All I need her to do is get close enough to one of the Katasan to draw blood with the Athamè. She has proven herself to be a formidable fighter, and as long as she gets in and out quickly, she will be fine. I can use the blood to locate whomever
Gabe’s POV “Gabe, no.” distorted cries fill the air and I watch as the dark grey clouds move across the sky. The moon is rising, and the air is frigid but the sand beneath me is warm and comforting. I had debated whether or not to ask Lottie if she is carrying my child before I left for my perimeter run. I should have, but I lost my nerve, what if I’m wrong? I should have taken every opportunity to show her what she means to me, what our child would mean to me. Instead, I put it off. I thought I would have more time, that she would come to me and tell me when she is ready. It is Zeke who put the idea in my head, he made an off the cuff comment, and now I can think of nothing else, apart from why she wouldn’t tell me. I’m told that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Well, I’m waiting, but the flashes aren’t coming. ‘I have died many times, each time has been different.’ Zeke calmly and softly distracts me from the pain in my chest. The dagger lodged between my ribs
Liberty’s POV “Do you think you can get something off this?” Imelda asks as she hands me a dagger. The blade is sticky and coated in drying blood and I’m taken aback by her request and the object she hastily thrusts in my direction. “Where did you get this?” I hesitantly take hold of the handle and turn it to get a good look, its not one of ours, nor is it the dragon glass blade she had Lottie retrieve from her room earlier. I have never seen such an intricately carved handle on a weapon. All of the weapons here are purely just that, tools to keep the pace and defend the pack, but this dagger looks like an ornament. The ripples in the Damascus steel are the only feature I immediately recognise, and that is only because the Old Guard are very proud of their own Damascus blades. “It was in Gabriel when Lottie and I found him on the beach.” She sounds so monotone but I can feel her pain merging with my own. None of us expected today to be the day the fight came to us and our losses hav