All Chapters of The Accidental Werewolf: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Edric's POV: The day was an absolute disaster. Maya was out of sorts the whole time, but I wanted to get to know the wolves here a little better and had no better cover than my shopping excuse. I sent Stephen into the city this morning with a shopping list because I knew there was no way we’d get everything we needed in the little village. It started out fine. We found a few pieces of clothing for Deimos, and a handful of maternity outfits for Maya, but while we were having a quick lunch in the only diner in town, it started raining and it did not stop. Within minutes, the whole village was flooded. The Alpha, Owen, ordered their wolves to bring us up to the pack house. The Beta, Neil, was nervous though, and Maya picked up on it right away. She argued with me all the way to the small pack house. I tried to reassure her by telling her that as soon as the rain abated, the roads would clear up, but she was restless and nothing I said or did could calm her. It wasn’t until Beta Neil f

I don’t think. I storm from the house, into the pouring rain, running in what I think is the direction of our palace. Edric comes tearing after me, catching up from behind and grabbing me around the chest, pulling me tightly against his solid body. “Where are you going?” He has to raise his voice to be heard over the rain. “To find my baby.” “Stephen will find him.” “No. I have to get him.” “Maya, stop,” he says sternly. “We can’t leave. There’s no way out. You’ll drown.” “Then I drown!” “And take our other child with you? Is that what you want?” I sweep my wet hair out of my face, giving Edric the deadliest look I can muster. “This is your fault. You told me to leave him behind. If something happens to him, I’ll never forgive you.” I am being unfair. Neither of us could have predicted anything that happened since yesterday, but I’m so afraid and I don’t know what to do with these emotions. “If we didn’t leave him with Marjory, the pack would have taken him and hidden him from

Edric’s POV: I wake with the sun in my eyes, and Maya lodged between me and the backrest of the couch, her tiny frame curled tightly against me. We hadn’t talked about our little spat in the swamp two days ago, and I don’t plan on talking about it now. We are about as far removed from each other as two bonded wolves can be, and it hurts like hell, so I don’t want to make it worse. I wonder if she feels it as deeply as I do. I nudge her. “Maya, wake up.” Her eyes fly open. “What? What’s wrong? Deimos?” “No. It stopped raining.” Gasping and smiling at the same time, she clambers over me and runs for the front door. “Woah, slow your roll there, queen.” “Why? We can go home.” “Do you plan on walking there?” “If I must.” I chuckle softly. “Don’t you think it will be faster if I tell Stephen to come pick us up? We can meet him by the stream.” She sags a little. “Yeah, I guess.” “Gives us some time to, I don’t know, pee, eat, wash…that kind of thing.” “Fine.” She is reluctant to w

Edric's POV When I get back to Maya’s hospital room, Cedric’s sitting next to her, talking up a storm, telling her everything Deimos got up to while we were gone. Deimos lies cradled in her limp arm, completely still, like he knows she can’t catch him if he falls. “Anything?” I ask when I walk up to them. “Nothing. What happened to her? Winston won’t tell me.” “I don’t know. She was fine this morning. A little weak, but I thought it was because she didn’t eat properly for a few days. I went to the toilet and when I came back, she was like this. I thought she was asleep.” “I’ve never seen anything like it.” “Neither have I. Doc thinks it’s because our bond has been weakened by the whole Abbadon thing.” Cedric stares at me, a small frown between his eyes. “Stephen thinks so too, but I’m not convinced.” “Then what else can it be?” “I don’t know,” Cedric gets up and stretches. “I wish I did. I hate seeing her like this. Let me know when I have to come get him.” “Sure,” I say dist

I should be afraid. Somehow, five, no nearly six, years of my life have been erased from my memory, I woke up in a strange place surrounded by strangers, and I’m not frightened. I’m just amused and curious. At first, I really thought I was hallucinating or something. The doctor did tell me I suffered some kind of head injury, so it made sense, but then the man, Edric, the one that smells so damn good, changed into a werewolf right in front of my eyes, and hallucinations can’t pinch you. Can’t hurt you physically. I keep touching everything, trying to reassure myself that it’s real. I can feel, smell, touch, taste. Those things don’t happen in hallucinations. After a wild fit of hysterical crying, then a spell of maniacal laughter, I quickly accept my reality. There’s no point in dwelling. I’ve always been like this, even when I question everything, I’ve always accepted what I can’t change. ~ Why did you do that? ~ a voice asks in my head. * Do what? * I reply without even thinking