Doctor Wood’s POVOur Luna is nothing short of a medical miracle.She has been poisoned with silver and drugged with wolfsbane for the last four years. Endured beatings, that would bring a grown man crumpling to his knees, for almost a decade. She has witnessed the most atrocious acts of depravity, yet she remains a bright and beaming beacon of hope for us all.There is no conceivable way any typical werewolf could survive such a history of physical and mental abuse and neglect, never mind coming out the other end remarkably unscathed. Of course her time as Kendrick’s captive has had it effects, but by rights she should be dead. We can work on her body and her mind, help her heal and become whole again, but there is something I just couldn’t fathom for the life of me.How?How did she survive? Yes, she is Celestial, and they are known to be the closest descendants of the Moon Goddess, but that cannot mean they have godlike immortality, if that were the case, her pack would not have b
Liberty’s POVWith a few deft strokes, I carefully wipe away the cold, sticky gel from my tummy and quickly adjust my shirt and jeans, all the while taking one last glance at the beautiful image that is now frozen on the monitor. Doctor Wood gently hands me a long strip of printed pictures and I become only vaguely aware of Christian and Zander guiding me back towards the Doctor's office, my mind full of wonder and apprehension as I take in this miraculous moment.There is no denying it now, twins, we are having twins! I wish I could say that I am overjoyed about the news but to be honest, I am feeling a bit numb. After spending this last week preparing myself for the worst, like being told that everything was in my head or that I couldn't have pups at all, it's hard to fully take in this momentous news and feel the pure joy a mother is surely meant to experience.It's truly becoming a reality, which means my vision of the woman feeding from Marcel could potentially be me in the futur
Gabriel’s POV“I’m headed to The Rocks. I wouldn’t put it past Kendrick to consider this storm an advantage and attempt a beachfront assault. How is it going with you guys? Have you got the outliers to the high street and pack house?” Zander links me as he makes his way towards the rocky outcropping, where a hand-picked group of my men, along with a select few from The Old Guard, are keeping vigilant watch. Often times, experience and wisdom triumph over youth and enthusiasm, and the members of The Old Guard have an immense amount of both, that cannot be denied.“Uriel and Chris are running the last two groups back to the pack house now, we are almost done securing the properties then I’ll head over to you. This storm is no joke, I see now why the Luna has been so adamant about preparing for it.” I quickly fill him in on our progress, despite the fact that I'm utterly drenched from the torrential rain. I desperately wipe my face with a soaked hand, but it does nothing to stem the tide
Zander’s POV My skin feels stretched and tight, and it stings and burns with the pricks of a million needles that seem to painfully ripple all over my body. This must be what death by a thousand cuts feels like. The metallic taste of blood coats my mouth and tongue like I've taken an almighty punch to the face. Nothing is clear, no sound, no light, just a hollow darkness that creeps ever closer, menacingly enveloping me in its eerie embrace. I'm aware of an invisible force that is tugging on me, coaxing me to open my eyes, to feel something other than pain and dispair. The sensation intensifies with every passing moment, radiating up my spine and yet I remain powerless to respond to its call. The thick, heavy blanket of darkness that surrounds me won't let go of its hold on me, and something tells me that I'm not going to be able to break free any time soon. I can't see anything, but I don't need to. The feeling of the pull is enough for me, it's a familiar sensation, comforting, li
Christian’s POVI feel like I’m in the middle of the world’s most relentless clusterfuck. In the last twenty four hours my brother has died and been brought back with the help of vampyre blood, the biggest and most ferocious storm in at least three generations threatens to tear our pack lands apart, and Liberty, Zander and I have been told that we are to be the parents of twins, but not just any twins, no, possibly hybirds. I have absolutely nothing against hybrids, but we aren’t talking wolf/witch or wolf/human hybrids, no fucking chance. The Goddess certainly likes to push the boundaries with how much three people can take, our pups could be vampire hybrids. What the fuck do we know about wolf/vampire hybrids? I’ll tell you. Jack shit, and that is what has been going through my head ever since Doc Wood uttered the ‘H’ word.There is nothing we can do about the storm, we have been preparing for over a week, the entire pack is hunkered down in the safest places they can be. All we can
Liberty’s POV Justice has been there for me through everything, ever since the first words she spoke to me gave me a feint light in the depths of my despair, she has never been far. Her encouragement and unwavering faith in my ability to reach Zander is what kept me going, even when it seemed like all hope was lost. I felt the moment his energy and mine connected. The overwhelming emotion was too much for my body to contain and I could have burst at the seams when his groggy voice filled my head. The only thing that contained me was the need to hold onto him until I knew he was back with me, safe and sound. “I’m here baby girl, I’m home, you can sleep now.” For a moment I thought my exhausted mind was playing tricks on me, then his fingers gently grazed the exposed skin at the base of my spine where my top had ridden up from my restless fidgeting. That was when I knew it was real and he would be okay. I laid my heavy head in the crook of his neck and drifted off into a deep sleep, w
Hunter’s POVI don’t think anyone has slept in the last forty eight hours, at least none of the inner circle has. The Old Guard and Elite Warriors are on rotating twelve hour shifts, but most of them are working overtime to help at the hospital and organise supplies. There are also being roped into other things which we had overlooked, like security in the ballroom, where we have set up the emergency accommodation for the storm. Tempers are getting frayed amongst the pack members, it’s not easy having so many people packed into such a small space and people have been butting heads left and right.Anyway, I’m fucking shattered and just about ready to hit the hay, when Liberty drops a bombshell. She has another power, or gift, whatever she calls them, I guess they are both. Projection, she called it when she gave me a short but sweet debrief. So now I’m trying to round up a dozen men who have actually rested in the last two days, to be security for her most recent revelation and impendi
Liberty’s POVSomething moving quickly draws my eye to the left and that is when I see her, stumbling in the mud, the drenched ground eating away at her progress. She is so close to us I can feel her panic, but the wolves behind her are gaining fast.I stand motionless and watch, with my heart pulsating rapidly in my throat, as Gerald and half of the men I brought with me unbuckle their armour and let it fall to the ground before racing towards her on all fours. A blur of grey, sable, black and tan, rushes past with lightning speed. I know they can easily eliminate the threat that Kendrick’s men would pose to us, but can they reach Melissa in time to save her.The clouds above part, casting a silver glow from the moon onto the scene playing out before me. The rain and wind almost stop, and everything seems to move in slow motion. It’s like the Goddess swept the storm aside to see events unfold for herself.Gerald has broken out, ahead of the pack and he can’t be more than fifty yards