LOGINUh oh! Is Luke going to follow her?
~Six Months Later~~Luc’s Point of View~“Who is this male again? What’s his talent,” I question, as Tate waves me off. I hate waiting, especially for something this important. Sometimes not having the vampire side of my body is still foreign, something I can’t grasp. I should be able to know this, to tell. A taste of Harlow’s blood would normally reveal all to me.I see a very large male off in the distance, he looks a lot like the Greek warlock everyone fawns over, but more dangerous. More deadly. Not someone you’d want to cross certainly or be in a fight with. Is he more than just a warlock? I hate involving outsiders in our family matters.“It is what it is, maybe we just wait like normal people would do and tell them we changed our minds,” Harlow says, coming to stand in front of me and cupping my face. I feel sweaty and anxious, unlike myself.*I can’t wait!! Tell her we aren’t waiting,* Dante insists.The very second Harlow said she was ready to try for another baby and get off
~Six Months Later~~Rowan’s Point of View~“My heart is so full,” I whisper, dipping my head to kiss Riot, our youngest baby. Tyson beams down at his pup, and runs his thumb over the tiniest patch of hair.“The way Riot came out just screaming, I thought he might be a wild one, hence the name. But he’s surprisingly calm and chill. The name might prove to be more when he gets older though,” he says, his face full of love.While he’s never made Luc or I feel like we’re not also 100% Riot’s father, my heart keeps demanding that we have one of our own. But our poor mate needs a break, and we’ve been trialing a birth control made for she-wolves. Considering we all still fuck her daily, it must be working.“You coming out,” Luc asks, coming up behind me and kissing my arm. I turn to see him in a dark swimsuit, sunglasses on and a backwards black baseball hat. Mouth fucking watering. Now that he doesn’t have to deal with the Shadows on a daily basis, he’s really coming into his own. His own
~Harlow’s Point of View~~Somewhere in a haze~“Follow the light Harlow, it’s okay,” I hear, from a soft and soothing voice.“Hmm, my head hurts,” I whine, feeling around in the dark for something, anything. I carefully put one foot in front of the other, and move toward a weird blue glow.“Hello,” I say, timidly. “Just a bit more Harlow,” the voice says again. I make a face at that, and try to figure out who it is, but come up with nothing. I can’t even really tell if it's a male or a female, it's almost just… childlike.I hold my hand out toward the glow and it's warm, inviting like a hot bath. I search my brain for my wolf but when I don’t sense her, I step back. It’s a trick. I don’t know how or why but this isn’t normal. What was I doing before this? Am… I dead?“You’re not dead Harlow, just a pain in the ass,” the voice says, with a small giggle. It’s a woman, for sure! I narrow my eyes at whoever this female is and put my hands on my hips. She can hear my thoughts! My hands
~Harlow’s Point of View~~The Next Evening~“Should he really be doing that,” I question, as I watch my father chasing around Hudson’s pups like he wasn’t just at death’s door yesterday. Their laughter warms me even though it's freezing out here. I’ve got on a heavy jacket that could keep three people warm but I still feel the cold on my face. I raise my gloved hands to my cheeks.We’re at the pack that’s been housing my father since he got his freedom, and I have to admit… it’s cute. My heart thumps just thinking about Dark Thunder. I certainly don’t miss school but the pack had its charms. I make a mental note to call and speak to Ginny soon, I can’t let her think I’ve already forgotten her.Tate wraps his arms around me from behind, and I lean into him. He nibbles my ear and I press my lips together. Goddess it doesn’t take much, I’m an absolute fool for my mates!“It’s a miracle. Not only his transformation but that he isn’t pissed about what we did,” he whispers, then moves to nu
~Two Weeks Later~~Hudson’s Point of View~*Calm down, you’re stressing me out,* Harlan whines, as we pace.I ball and un-ball my fists, trying not to go crazy. I called my family, but I don’t think they understood the severity here. I have to see him, I have to tell him--“Dad,” I say, when a nurse finally opens the door. The word should be common enough, but on my tongue it's still so foreign. I haven’t been the best to him since we found each other, but in all fairness it's been a heavy time. My entire world is spinning, sometimes out of control.“He’s sedated,” the nurse whispers. I run my hand through my hair and grind my teeth. I haven’t anywhere near enough time. My kids… they need their grandfather. He already loves them so much and I haven’t done enough to give them time.“What the hell happened,” I whisper, falling into the chair next to him and putting my hand on his arm. He looks so damn weak. He doesn’t look like himself at all. Though he hasn’t. The nurse sighs and fidd
~Rowan’s Point of View~“She drank it. You’ll have to at least tie me up and make it look real.” I read, looking at a text message that makes me smile. I quickly reply, “Thanks hun, keep your door open and leave this burner cell out where I can take it.” I pass out little cards I made, a map of the property and everyone studies them for a few minutes.“Who’s place is this exactly,” Tate asks, in a whisper. Luc’s warm hand takes mine, and threads our fingers together. “The last person I’m going to get on my revenge list. My father is gone, The Meadows is no more. But this bitch here…” I trail off, turning back toward the opulent mansion. It sits like a beacon in the dark, all lit up to show off. It’s a cold night, and one Bridget Flanagan is home alone. Well, her housekeeper is home but currently fucking my brother Colin a few nights a week. She’s been extremely helpful in my little quest.Especially since old man Flanagan stiffed her of her usual Christmas bonus. I was more than happ







