All Chapters of Trios: Beginning: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Gael and I have to leave extremely early in the morning to reach the Artemis pack by a decent hour. Ugh, I hate early mornings.“Come on, Tesoro. We have to get up. We have things to do, people to see,” Gael whispers softly, gently shaking my shoulder. “Tenemos que irnos. (We have to go.)”I groan into the pillow, reluctant to move. But then he adds something that instantly snaps me awake.“I think nuestra loba is there,” he says casually.My eyes shoot open, heart pounding. “How do you know?”He shrugs, as if this were no big deal. “No lo sé. Es sólo algo que siento. Toma. (I don't know. It's just something I feel. Here.)” He places a hand over his heart.My own heart starts racing. I leap out of bed, wide awake now. “Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let me shower quick, and we can grab breakfast on the way.”I’m halfway to the bathroom when Gael grabs my wrist, pulling me back to him. “Espera, Tesoro. (Wait, Treasure.)” His voice drops low and sultry, sending a shiver straight

Age 7“That’s it! Good job, Charlie! Keep your arm up, Devin! Just a little higher, Zak! Perfect! Brandon, I could drive a car through that hole in your defense. You're supposed to block your face, not just look pretty!” Delta Alistar calls to us.On the training field, I have to call him "Delta." I'm not allowed to call him Uncle Allie here.He's running us through defensive poses, making us hold each position until our muscles burn. “Your muscles need to remember these moves instinctively,” Delta Alistar always says. “You can't pause to think when rogues attack the pack.”I get his point, but come on! Every day, the first thirty minutes of training is just posing. I'd rather hit something or run laps—heck, even burpees. And I HATE burpees. The only thing as bad as burpees are tuck jumps...and these stupid defensive drills.“Step through! Front stance, high punch!” Delta Alistar shouts.We borrow heavily from martial arts. Gamma Richard says using leverage and blocking means saving yo

Age 13“Race you to the orchard post!” I shout over my shoulder to Dev.“You’re on!” he calls back, and we both take off.It’s a rare Saturday off for Dev and me. Our dads are away visiting an allied pack along with Brandon, Zak, and Alpha Jared, leaving Beta Carl in charge here. They’ll be back tomorrow morning, so this freedom won’t last long. Still, it’s nice to spend some time with Dev that doesn’t involve training.Our dads did leave us a list of things they wanted completed, though, so I guess it’s not a completely free day. Nothing major—just a ten-mile run through the woods for stamina and an hour in the gym for strength training. Honestly, compared to our usual workload, that’s nothing. We’ll have it done before lunch, leaving the rest of the day to chill. Plus, we’ve already finished our weekend homework. It’ll be awesome not having to think about anything at all.The orchard post marks the halfway point on our run—a spot where Dev and I always stop to stretch after we've loo

16 years old… Hearing Gus call Charlie a bitch, not once, but twice, AND seeing him hit her nearly had my wolf surging out of my body. It was all that Gamma Richard could do to keep me back with his aura. My wolf was clawing at my insides, scrambling to get out as we watched the fucker attempt to hit her over and over again. That is, until she got inside his reach and started beating the shit out of him. Jabs, right hooks, even a fucking round house kick where she jumped at least three feet off of the ground. His nose was broken, blood pouring from cuts on his cheeks and a busted lip, and bruises showing up all around his ribs. The fact that he wouldn’t concede actually fed into my wolf’s need to beat the shit out of him and watching Charlie knock him the fuck out was extremely satisfying. Until I saw Charlie running out of the locker room, naked and crying before she shifted. Dev and Brandon were calling after her, but I immediately shifted, not even bothering to take off my

Age 18…I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this.These words repeat in my head as I sit in the client room at The Sanctuary, staring at the checklist Dom Adam gave me. A week has passed since my eighteenth birthday, officially making me an adult in the human and paranormal worlds alike. My birthday gift to myself is a membership at The Sanctuary, a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom, and I’m desperately trying to hold myself together.As a werewolf, I've always had a high sex drive, but once my wolf emerged at sixteen, my resolution to save myself for my mate went out the window. I’m not as strong-willed as I hoped, especially since I’m in love with two of my three best friends, who are constantly in states of undress due to shifting and training. And there's only so much relief toys can offer.I’ve experimented with a few warriors-in-training from other packs and some local humans, discovering I like