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ANDREW The smell of fried bacon is wafting through the house. Lyra is following her nose like she is looking for her mate. James and I exchange an amused look knowing exactly what is happening. Lyra may not be willing to eat meat, but it seems like the baby is craving it. Bolting down the stairs, Lyra heads straight for the kitchen, and presses herself up against Abigale to see what she is cooking. Lyra rests her head on Abigale’s shoulder and breathe in deeply, letting out a moan at the smell of the bacon frying on the pan. Poor Abigale, she is amused but clearly uncomfortable with the close proximity with her Luna. A frustrated growl leaves Lyra’s chest when she realizes that she was drawn to the smell of meat. She quickly backs away from Abigale and begins to mutter something about being a vegetarian. I start to chuckle, and James cannot help but join in. From the moment we found out that Lyra was a vegetarian we both thought it was absurd. Wolves are carnivores

LYRAFeeling like I have been asleep forever, the urge to pee stirs me awake. Rolling over, I groan, cursing my pregnant bladder, but the new position only makes the urge to go worse. Giving into the need, I stretch my arms open wide, and my arms hit nothing but empty sheets. Sitting up in a panic I notice that both of my mates are gone. We always get up together, it is what we do every morning. Fumbling with my phone, I light up the screen, and it is almost 10:00 AM. Crap! Why did they let me sleep so late?Jumping too my feet I notice that my stomach feels overly heavy. Rushing to the bathroom to relieve myself, as I sit on the toilet it feels like my stomach is larger than it was yesterday. I shake the thoughts to the back of my mind, there is no way that I am already showing. Even by werewolf standards that would be obscene. I look longingly at the shower knowing that I do not have time for one because I slept too late. Grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of shor

LYRA Lugging all of the books into the library, I drop them on the table with a thud. Chase brought me so much more than what I had asked for. While we were growing up, I avoided him like the plague. He was immature, had no respect for rules, and would bully me quite often. Now that I look back on my life at the Silver Wolf pack it is clear that my father pitted us against each other. My father knew that if he let us get close his evil plan would never come to light. “Jokes on him,” River chuckles in my head. “He died at Chase’s hands anyway.” Emotions flood my mind that I am not expecting. My father was an evil person and a terrible father. But he always treated me like a princess, up until Andrew showed up at the pack. I know that I should hate him, but I cannot ignore the pain in my heart whenever I think about him. Pushing my feelings to the back of my mind, I know I need to focus on the books in front of me. “Want some help?” I look up and see Ab

JAMES     As soon as she lowers her hood and the perfect blonde curls flow down her back, I did not need her to get any closer to know who she is.  My body tenses as her blue eyes pierce into mine.  I try to remind myself that I am not a little boy anymore, but that does not help the painful memories that flow through my brain.  Instinct makes me pull Lyra in closer and tighten my grip around her. “Hello James,” she sings through the night.  The inflection in her voice feels like she is taunting me like she did when I was a child. Suppressing the growl that is threatening to burst through my chest, I just nod in her direction.  “Lilith,” her name rolls off my tongue leaving a sour taste in my mouth.  “Oh come now,” Lilith says as she approaches me.  “Is that anyway to greet your mother?” A menacing growl erupts from my chest, as I push Lyra behind me.  The urge to protect Lyra against my m

LYRAAs soon as I step through the doorway into the tearoom, the door slams behind me.  My eyes flash to Grace and she is just shaking her head in disappointment.  Grabbing the doorknob, I yank on the door, and it will not budge.  My hands immediately bang against the heavy wood of the door trying to force it open. “Andrew! James!” I scream as I fall against the wood. I step back as I hear my mates trying to break down the door from the other side and then it is just silent.  Trying the doorknob one more time, it twists easily in my hand.  Opening the door just a crack, I peek out of the tearoom only to realize that it no longer leads to the round entryway.  I open the door wider to reveal a tiny cottage.  Without a second thought, I step into the cottage and breathe in my surroundings.I wipe the tears from my eyes, as I look around the cottage.  It is exactly what you would expect a witch&r