Sean
“Luna?”
“I’ve no desire to talk to you, Second triumvir.”
Darby sneers the title and I sigh, trailing after her and Tessa behind the packhouse and out to the survey markers where the new addition made of more faery-friendly materials will be.
It’s been nearly three weeks since Ivan and his family left for Desert pack and I assumed his role here at Candlewood. In every other aspect, this is pretty great. But Darby’s seething resentment is wearing on me in ways I didn’t expect it would, both as the triumvir and as her mate, which I’m certain now I am—her superbloom scent is intoxicating anytime I’m around her. I’m tired of my apologies falling on deaf ears, of her cruel avoidance.
“It’s Sean. And yeah, you’ve made that clear.”
Jack So the whole threat to Darby thing really has Ian riled. And not that I don’t think what they’re contributing isn’t great, but Sean and the Desert trackers aren’t making that easier. Which means that my normally cush job, just got annoying, and it’s putting a crimp in my sex life.Between regular maintenance contracts, and now the addition to the pack house, there are all kinds of contractors and crews coming and going constantly. Getting their background checks and keeping track of them the whole time they’re in Candlewood is an exercise in irritation. I’m actually considering sending the alpha pair on a honeymoon—a long one.The team I put together to enforce the security protocols, while loyal, follows my instructions to the letter but can’t think outside
Sean I yawn, bleary-eyed, and take another sip of coffee.We’ve got patrols circling outwards from Candlewood proper to our borders, looking for any other signs of the vampire that triggered the ward. The only odd thing we’ve found so far though is one of the local nutjobs, an elderly woman named Kassandra. Jack and I found her a few miles deep in the woods behind the packhouse smudged head to foot with some silty black dust and looking for all intents like she’d been dragged through an ashtray. She was covered in cuts and scrapes from running in the pitch dark through the underbrush, and I’m waiting to hear from the pack hospital that she’s stopped her repetitive babbling and I can come and question her.Across from me, Ian’s shot and stares blankly at t
Ian “This isn’t a topic I think I can be much help with, Alpha,” Dr. Myers says gently, her eyes averted as her gloved hands examine my testicles, the final humiliating step in a medical consultation I naively requested. “My knowledge about conception in faeries is limited at best. Everything feels normal here, so you can sit up. I’ll get these samples to the lab.”Well, that was awful for my ego.Dr. Myers pulls the paper-thin hospital gown over my exposed parts and pats my knee and I wonder if this can get any more emasculating.As she takes her gloves off and washes her hands, I sit upright on the exam table feeling more violated than I ever have in my life. No wonder women hate pelvic exams and mammograms.“Shifters are easy, really. Finding a mate is enough to
Jack I hate alliance negotiations.But compared to Mom’s daily freak-outs over my mates’ ceremony at T minus three days and counting, they look like child’s play.Let me say this in her defense: she did not lie to me.Not in the least.I remember distinctly her warning at the Luna’s induction into Candlewood, that she would make my triumvir mate’s ceremony twice as large as she had for Darby, and she has lived up to that times two.Because that’s really the problem, right? I have two mates.And this triumvir mate ceremony has gone from being a downright shitshow to being a legendary downright shitshow.“We can’t change the date,
Sean Ian’s boulder arrives early the next afternoon, and lacking instruction, I have it unloaded behind the new landscaping where the courtyard will be off the packhouse addition.“What is this for, Ian?” I watch as he circles it, his arms over his chest, grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary.Before he answers, I see his eyes glaze—he’s talking to someone briefly through the link. When they clear he answers, “You’ll see in a minute. Excellent work, by the way. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”A few moments later, I hear the tinkling of female laughter and it feels like the sun emerging from behind a cloud. When did I become this masochist, yearning for these moments of agony? I turn in time to see Darby tossing Tessa’
Ian Even with the rain, the triumvir mates party is still raging in the plaza, but Sean, Jack and I, along with our mates and Anna’s family, retreat to the packhouse after Anna’s astounding reveal. Though the medicine man declines, returning to his room to meditate on the coming of a thunderbird, the rest of Anna’s family socializes in the dining and family rooms, Townsend’s staff attending to everyone’s needs unobtrusively and efficiently as usual.Sean disappears briefly after sunset, and I suspect he’s checking in with our malodorous vampire contact who has turned out to be remarkably reliable and resourceful. When he does turn up again, he avails himself immediately of my best Oban, and on the same pretense, I approach him at the wet bar, leaving Darby chatting with Anna’s sister on the sofa.
Jack Jack? It’s Darby’s voice, soft and quiet, reluctant to disturb.I struggle out of the vestiges of sleep, glancing at the illuminated dial of the clock. 4AM. What is it, Luna? What’s wrong?Ian’s gone. He’s been gone for hours and doesn’t answer through the link.Shit. I’ll be right there.Extracting myself, careful not to wake either Anna or Lili, I throw on some clothes and pad out into the darkened hallway, heading for the alpha addition to the packhouse. Darby’s waiting for me outside the door.“Did he come to bed with you?” Of course he did. I can smell him on her—she smells strongly of sex. “Nevermind. Did Tessa go to bed with
Sean For as small as this town is, I have to hand it to the medical personnel and non-medical allied health staff in Candlewood. They take patient privacy and protected health information seriously. Not a peep, or a rumor or a whisper anywhere in town gets back to me about Ian and Darby visiting Dr. Myers for a fertility consultation. In fact, by the time I start wondering about Darby’s recurring atypical headaches and mood swings, and the subtle but potent change to her scent, then use Big SIS to hack into the hospital’s information system again, she’s been taking the medication for over two weeks.It’s an estrogen blocker Darby’s taking, a drug to stimulate ovulation. “I should have known,” I whisper to myself in my office. After Ian’s medical visit, it was only a matter of time.
IanStanding at the bare office window in the temporary building housing me, Sean and our assistants, I stare unblinking even against the brightness, noting the construction crews’ progress clearing and rebuilding the Candlewood shops along the destroyed plaza. With the framing complete for the shops in the small notch where Suzanne’s boutique once stood, the contractors have started installing the building’s major systems, including plumbing pipes, electrical wiring and heating and cooling ducts. I cross my arms over my chest, pleased overall.Further around the plaza, crews are working on a new façade— the forties style diner storefront Darla and Joe have always wanted—and the Main street government offices like mine and Seans and Jack’s Security building will be restored to look as they did before. On the opposite side of the plaza, I see Charlie, dresse
JackLili? Anna?We’re good here, lover. Anna took care of the vamps—did you know she can see when they port in?—and ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago, the zombies all evaporated in this reddish mist. The packhouse is brimming with people though. Townsend’s working his way around with first aid. What happened? Is it over?I think you could say that. Stooping, I pull a dazed and wobbly Leo to his feet. I’ll give you the details when we get home. “Fucking Christ!” Leo wipes a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes, and surveys the destruction of the plaza. “What the hell happened? We get hit with an intercontinental ballistic missile?”“Kinda.” Turning him towards the shallow depression where Darby still clings to Ian, Tessa sittin
CarsonWhen you’ve planned something out to the tiniest of details—using a fold, one the weres mistakenly failed to close, to march a massive contingent of hungry ferocious vampires into the snowy sleeping midst of your rival’s territory and cursing their own raised dead to send battling against them, then drink the blood of a god, becoming one yourself so you can take captive your rival’s reigning queen—to suddenly find yourself spectacularly upstaged after all that damn work, well, it grates on you.A lot.It was irritating enough when the Candlewood alpha made his grand entrance to my plaza mayhem by fucking dropping out of goddamned nowhere, pulverizing an entire building to absolute rubble, complete with rolling thunder and a superhero pose. But when he stands up buck naked, flaming like Lugh of the Long Arms himself, and strikes d
Carson“Oh-ho-ho, yeah!” I chuckle-growl wickedly, stretching and looking from one hand to the other. Not that I needed to see it. I can definitely feel the power of a fae god pulsing inside me. There’ll be no wiping this smile off my face, that’s for sure. “Well, on to bigger things.”Reaching inside my leather duster, I draw out one of the iron cuff bracelets I’d used before on my lovely little princess. Nudging her father’s limp form with a toe, I roll him over and stooping, slip the iron cuff over his wrist, loving the sound of his weak groan. “You just wait right here, Dad, while I take care of your daughter.”I glance around the wrecked plaza as I make my way to the front steps of the hotel. The entire host—undead and were—have stopped what they’re doing and stare wide-eyed at me. Ex
CarsonI’d have preferred launching a rapid assault into Candlewood to capture my lovely fae Luna while she was still in her grove. But if she and these filthy weres are going to make it difficult, then I can certainly adjust.I’m flexible and obliging that way.In fact, it might even be better. Because if I’ve got to march a vampire contingent through that boring little dump town to get her, I’m letting them loose to wreak havoc and tear it apart at the seams. Wipe those hairy were bastards off the face of the planet like that stupid slacker Cordelion was supposed to.Since it’s a land attack, I don’t have to contend with whatever that scary as hell sea monster thing was and Madame Soublet’s doing an admirable job keeping my snowy-haired necromancer kitten and her vampire-devouring smoke phantasm busy here in New Orleans.True, I’ve no real counters for the bird woman, or the nifty fiery fox the weres brought to Cordelion’s reservoir slaughter. Absent intelligence otherwise, I have to
JackAn anxious looking Dr. Myers is waiting outside Darby’s door when Sean and I arrive.“Good morning, Dr. Myers.”“Good morning, triumvirs.” She glances, nodding, to each of us in turn. “I assume you’re here to talk to the Luna as you’d previously mentioned.”“If we can.” There’s a faint hint of concern in Sean’s voice. “Is there something wrong?”“Not really, no.” Dr. Myers inhales deeply, then continues slowly. “The hospital’s staff psychologist has been in this morning already. It’s only been a few days and based on the Luna’s responses this morning, I don’t think we’re at therapeutic dose on the antidepressant yet. If you’re going to talk to her, I would ask that you do so gent
JackSo when’d you figure out you’re fae too, Tess? I blur along with her, about two seconds behind Leo with Darby, and with Sandy and Sean somewhere behind, undoubtedly arguing about why she went and did what she wanted after he told her not to. I’m sure I’ll get an earful for encouraging her later.What else can I do? Not like I could have stopped her.When you shouted that our Luna was walking out over the water. I thought to shift and break the window to escape the closed office. The thought was what broke the glass. And this—this—travel? You thought and it happened too?No. I could see how the lady triumvir did it when she carried you to the reservoir. So I followed. Fae are somewhat strange, are they not, triumvir? Wolves are much simpler.
CarsonIf I thought it sucked clawing and dragging my blackened flesh out of the scraping clinging earth, I was sorely mistaken.Compared to the blinding screaming pain of crumpling every severely damaged nerve against every inch of edgy crisped flesh into the smallest iota of space, then twisting and squeezing it through a port, crawling over frozen coarse loam and grit to lay in the snow was child’s play.When I come to, I have no clue how long I’ve been draped like a wet towel over the back of a Queen Anne wingback chair in the downstairs parlor. Just that the scratchy cotton-polyester upholstery I spent a small fortune for during the renovations here feels like I’m lying on ground glass.Ahhh, home.The scent of garden violas drifts on the mercifully warm moist air and from somewhere in the distance, the
Anna Jack’s arm tightens around me reflexively as I try to leave the bed. “Roll over, lover,” I whisper, pushing against him, and obliging even in his sleep, he does as he’s asked. His hand unconsciously seeks Lili as my replacement and he pulls her against him on the other side, allowing me to slip out. I kiss his temple, then hers.It doesn’t make any sense. I pad quietly to the French door that leads to the courtyard, ruminating. Then again, neither does what I’m about to do. I don’t know why, but it’s all I can think of since Ian’s funeral. Now that all the strangers have departed for their home territories, there’s time for me to pursue it.The bitter cold raises fierce gooseflesh over my entire body as I soon as I step outside and I shiver. Fighting th