Possible Trauma Triggers Lucas POV It’s been a week now since we brought Heather home. Most of her physical injuries have healed, but she still hasn’t woken up. She had two bruised ribs and one cracked one. Her jaw had been dislocated, and a small fracture of her eye socket. The worst was that from what Dr. Beal said it looked like she was sexually assaulted, but he’s not sure to what extent. Not that it will matter when it comes to mental trauma. Dad had played us the recording he had made of Keegan muttering in his cell. If I hadn’t grown up with him, I would have thought it was an act. It sounded as if he was arguing with someone. It wasn't the same as when I or others that I know have had disagreements with our wolves. It was weird to listen to, very strange. As Dad said, Keegan had never shown the type of natural leadership that some Alphas do, but he did show promise. He had never shown any tendencies to be cruel or cold like he had been when he was first placed in the cells.
Possible Trauma TriggersHeather POVWhen Keegan came back from getting his ‘supplies’, something was different from when he left. I could hear him arguing with someone just outside the door. I couldn’t place the voice, but it sounded familiar. The door opened but before shutting it Keegan turned and spoke one more time to whoever was outside. “And I won’t need you back here until morning.” I heard a car start in the distance, signalling that the other person was gone. When Keegan closed the door he looked pissed, throwing the bag of stuff on the floor. “Keegan?” I asked cautiously as he turned his gaze to me. I saw a whole mix of emotions pass over his face before it settled on anger.“Oh good you’re awake.” He sneered at me.Choosing my words carefully, I ask. “Could I please be allowed to use the bathroom?” He doesn’t say anything as he storms to the head of the bed, making quick work of untying my hands. I slowly lower my arms trying to work the stiffness out of them as Keegan unt
Heather POV I'm trying to open my eyes but I just don't have the energy. In my mind, the darkness starts to fade. When it had completely lifted I found myself kneeling in the garden at Grandma’s. I was pulling weeds when I heard someone approaching. Standing, I turned to see a very handsome man standing at the corner of the cottage. It doesn’t seem right. Something feels off. Everything looks familiar, but different. It's almost as if things are newer, but not modern. An older woman walked out of the cottage. She looks a lot like Grandma, but it’s not her. She starts yelling at the man to leave. “I told you to stay away from here. You are not welcome on my property. I have already told your father that I will not be entering into an agreement with the two of you over my granddaughter. I would never agree to my granddaughter marrying you. Your kind, get fated mates you don’t choose them. If she is your fated to be with you, fine, but you will not try and take her before she is eighteen
Heather POVI have been having dream after dream playing over and over again in my head. Every time they do, I get to see a little more. It wasn’t just the first three scenes that were played. There were other eras, and different people, but the scenarios that played all seemed familiar the first time I saw them. Then, as the details filled in, I started to piece things together. When they finally stopped playing, I was in the darkness again with that tiny beacon of light glowing in the distance. This time I felt that I needed to wake up. I finally felt physically rested. Now I needed to start the mental healing. Reaching the light, I feel that comforting warmth and smell those unforgettable scents. It’s just reassurance that I’m safe. How long have I been going through those dreams? I slowly opened my eyes to let them adjust to the light in the room. I carefully turned my head to each side just as I thought they were both here. I’m scanning the room trying to figure out where I am wh
Heather POV I don’t know how long I sat there before Mona and Grandma came in and got me. They didn’t say anything, they just made sure that all the soap was rinsed off. They then dried me and got me dressed. The whole time, I wasn’t much of a help. I just let them do what they needed to feel like they were helping me feel better. I didn’t want to be in bed, so I sat in one of the recliners that were in the room. A couple of minutes after I was seated, there was a knock at the door. Mona opened it to show a nervous, and maybe a bit scared, Molly standing there with a paper bag in her hand. She walked over and put the bag on the table beside me, leaned down, and hugged me. I could see the worried look on her face. She wanted to ask me something but wasn't sure if she should. Instead, she took a deep breath and pointed to the bag. “That’s from Grandma. She thought you might want something to eat but, I’m to tell you to only eat it if you want to. She won’t be offended if you don’t.” Mol
Lucas POV I knocked softly on Heather’s door, not wanting to scare her but also not wanting to wake her if she was still sleeping. Slowly opening the door, when I got no answer I peeked my head in to see where she was. I opened the door wider, letting Reed go past to put the food on the table by the chair when I saw she was still sleeping. “Should we wake her?” I asked, staring at her beautiful face. “She did say she wanted us to cuddle with her if she was still sleeping when we came back,” Reed says, staring at her also. We remove our shoes, each climbing on the bed beside her. She is lying on her right side like normal. Reed pulls her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. I lay down behind her, nuzzling my face into the base of her neck. Now this is how it is supposed to be. Even in her sleep, Heather seemed to agree by letting out a sigh of contentment. Feeling more relaxed than I have in the last week, I let the built-up exhaustion take over. I start to see
Luna Mona POVI had been sitting in the den going over the research that I had. Reed and Lucas had brought the documents that Meg had been waiting for back with them from Scotland. But with everything that had happened with Heather, I hadn't gotten a chance to look them over. I have decided that I need to re-examine all the information that I have gathered over the years. I want to look at it from a different point of view, now that we know for sure that it involves the Silver River pack. I'm not sure if I should start with the new stuff or the old. The new stuff relating to the tablet and bottle may be the best starting point. I may explain what type of curse this is. Why was a protection spell used instead of just breaking the spell in the first place? I pulled out the documents about the protection spell and sat them on the couch next to me. As I was reaching over to pour another cup of tea from the pot, I got the panicked link from Lucas. I jumped, dropping the teapot on the table
Heather POV “Logically, you do understand that you have nothing to be ashamed of, right?” Mona asked. “I do, it’s just hard not to think that I did something to cause this. His obsession with me. Did I lead him on all this time? Did I make him that frustrated by not giving in to him that I drove him to it?” Mona climbed on the bed, pulling me into a hug. “No, no, no don’t ever think that. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Unfortunately, and please don’t get mad when I say this, I don’t think Keegan, the real Keegan, had a lot to say about things either.” “I know that is what makes it worse. I completely understand now how Meg was feeling after what happened with Quinn. The body of someone you trust is used to do horrible things to you. You become so scared of them that you can’t even look at them, but you know in your heart that it wasn’t them, mentally. But no matter how hard you try, the logical side can’t overpower the fear.” Mona just sat there holding me. I didn’t cry. I don’t
Heather POV The next day, Dr. Beal called me with the results of my visit. It looks like I’m going to be a Mom. I was nervous all last night and this morning. I was able to hold off the morning sickness until after Reed and Lucas left the room. I know they could pick up on my nervousness, so I’m not going to be able to keep it from them for too long. That is why I’m now pacing in front of the fireplace waiting for them to come back for the evening. I know a lot of people nowadays are doing cute little things to tell their partners that they’re pregnant, so I’ve been trying to think of a way to do it without having to do massive planning. I’m so lost in my thoughts that I jump when the door flies open and Reed and Lucas storm in. Reed walks right up to me, grabs my shoulders and spins me to face him. “Heather, what is going on? Your agitation has been driving the two of us crazy. Tell us what is going on.” Taking a deep breath, I stared at these two large gorgeous men. “OK, sit down.
Heather POV It has been a month since Reed, Lucas and I marked each other. The guys have graduated, and we have moved back to Twin Moon. The original plan was for the three of us to start learning the day-to-day operations of running the pack. Fine-tuning our knowledge, you could call it. Unfortunately, with Meg and April still missing, that has been put on hold. We are still waiting to hear from everyone overseas if there is any word about Meg. The visions have been happening more often but are not giving us any more information. April has been keeping in touch, but still won't come home or tell us what she is doing or who she is with. Reed and Lucas are planning on joining Mac and Quinn next week in the search. We need to get the two girls home. We have started doing some remodelling on a couple of the rooms on the second floor of the residential building. We are designing them into a small apartment for Mona and Shane. Mona insists that the three of us move into the Alpha apartme
Heather POV I looked down at my hands where they were resting on the guys’ hands. I moved my gaze up my arm and looked at both Reed and Lucas’ marks on their necks. It all seemed to be glowing. “That has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Rene says. “I think there is much for you and your mates to learn about... this,” Grandma says as she waves her finger around pointing at the three of us. “Yes, I say that they do,” Mona says, looking at us in wonder. “Not today, though Mom,” Reed says. “Today we just want to enjoy being together just like any other newly mated and marked wolves would. OK?” Lucas adds. Mona looks at her boys with so much love it sometimes hurts to see it and remember that it is the same way that my Mom used to look at me. “We are not going to even worry about it until you two have graduated and the three of you have moved back to Twin Moon.” She then moves her gaze to me and I see that same love there for me. “I want my daughter to have time t
Heather POV I woke up a few times to make love with my mates, and I did exactly what Lucas once told me that their mate would be able to do. I made love with one of them, then rolled across the bed to the other. I hate to say, even though we had been spending weekends together I was still worried about what they were going to think. But now there are no worries. The bond that I had formed with Reed and Lucas had always been strong and scary when we were younger. Being able to pick up on some of their feelings even when I shouldn’t have been able to, felt wrong, but now it’s even stronger than before and nowhere near half as scary if that makes any sense. The strength of it now... wow. The love that I feel pouring off of these two is something else. The only other love that was this strong was my parents. I spent a lazy morning in bed with my mates showing me many ways that they love me, then a long shower where they showed me some more. It was almost noon when we made our way up to
Lucas POV I woke to the sun shining through the small gap that was in the curtains. It was casting a glow across the face of the beautiful woman who was using my bicep as a pillow. I can see Reed’s mark because of the way that she is sleeping, but I know that mine, the mirror image, is just as prominent on her other side. I’ve never heard of markings like the ones we have. They are very unusual and beautiful. I have heard about when witches mark their partners, but it’s still different from this from what I understand. So I don’t know if it’s because Reed and I are twins. I don’t know if a double-mate mark is different from a single-mate mark. But I think that it has something to do with the fact that Heather is the first of her kind. This would also explain why Reed’s and mine are so different from others we’ve seen. I keep thinking of all the things that led us to this point. Heather has been through hell ever since she met me and Reed. The stuff with Keegan and finding out about h
Possible Trauma Triggers Keegan POV Carter had ended up having to sedate Sophie. The bastard had taken over her body and tried to convince the guards to open the door, then went on to demand it. Then, when begging and pleading to let her go and see her daughter didn’t work, he tried to use Sophie’s wolf’s claw to slit her wrist. The guard that had been assigned to watch her acted quickly, using the tranquillizer gun and sedating her before any real damage was done. I had a feeling that this bastard would consider Sophie expendable. After that, Carter decided that it was best to just sedate us in case next time the guard wasn’t able to react as quickly. I rolled over, reaching for my phone that I had set on the stool that was beside the bed. I feel the drowsiness of the drugs that are still in my system and a wave of dizziness hits me as I sit up. Glancing at the phone, I see it’s just before three in the morning. I was just about to stand when I was hit with an immense pain that sho
Heather POV Reed, Lucas and I started towards the cabin. I slowed, allowing the guys to get a little ahead of me. I wanted to talk to them about what they had been discussing earlier. It may not be common nowadays, but I do know that in our culture it is more accepted. I’m thinking that I would like to take Mona’s approach. If it happens, it happens. Reed and Lucas turn as they reach the door, noticing that I wasn’t right behind them. “Is everything OK M’eudail?” Reed asks before opening the door and holding it for me. I walked in and stood in the middle of the room. “Do you not want to do this? Because we will wait if that is what you want, Mo leannan.” Lucas adds. I smiled at them and shook my head. “No, I don’t want to wait.” They both walked towards me, taking my hands and holding them to their chests. “I heard what the two of you were talking about earlier in the clearing just after I shifted. I don’t want to worry about protection either. “Are you sure M’eudail?” Reed asks, k
Heather POV Slowly the pain reseeded and I could hear Indigo calling me. ‘Heather it’s over.’ I could smell... fire, wood smoke. It reminded me of the campfires that I used to have with my family where I would sit and drink mint hot chocolate. ‘Mates’ Indigo said quietly. ‘Was that the other scent I was picking up on from the guys?’ I asked her. ‘Yes, our mates’ scents. They smell...’ ‘Like home.’ I finished for her. I could feel tingles spreading from behind Indigo’s ear as Lucas sat with her head in his lap. “If Heather agrees, I don't want to worry about protection.” He suddenly says. I feel tingles along my neck as Reed runs his fingers through Indigo’s fur. “Are you sure?” He asks. “Because I was thinking the same thing.” I was just about to ask Indigo what she thought when she suddenly jumped up. I watched through Indigo’s eyes as Reed and Lucas stood and walked towards us. “Are you ready for a run, Beautiful, because we have two very impatient wolves who want to be with y
Reed POV While Mom and the rest of the women went to talk to Heather, Lucas and I stayed with Dad, Gavin, and Alpha Sean. I was nervous, I didn’t know if Heather’s shift was going to be the same as ours or different because of being a hybrid. I was pacing along the edge of the path that led to the clearing we were going to later. Then the question that Lucas asked about us being ready to be parents, was going through my mind too. Was I ready at twenty to be a Dad? Was Heather ready to be a Mom at eighteen? What happens if she’s not ready, and we forget, are we going to spend the rest of our lives together with her resenting us? I felt a hand land on my shoulder and I looked to see Dad staring at me with worry. “What is going around in that head of yours, you look like you’re about to spill your guts, and I don’t mean verbally.” I walked over and sat on the log at the side of the path. Letting out an exhausted sigh, I confided in Dad. “I'm scared that something is going to go wrong.”