Drew I pressed my nose to the ground as I walked through the pack grounds in my wolf form, the slight breeze rustling over my fur and tickling my sensitive ears. The incline of the foothills on the edge of the territory could be a deterrent to lesser wolves. But with my beta blood and my magic and newfound fairy protector powers, it was easy peasy lemon squeezy for me. Except for the fact that I couldn’t fucking find June. We were supposed to be training together, but she had disappeared. She portaled herself away from us as soon as her dad had turned his back to talk to Myles for one second. Fucking fairies, I thought to myself as I tried to catch her scent. Ever since Luke left yesterday, she’d been sulking and moping, and all of our attempts to cheer her up had fallen flat. Not even Thor had provided an adequate distraction. I felt her through the bond, felt her slight melancholy and worry, and then I finally found her scent. My wolf’s tail wagged, and I bounded off into the

Juniper Lukas’s ceremony was in two days, and the packhouse was looking like a warehouse for party decorations. The linens and centerpieces — minus the flowers — had been delivered, and we were spending the morning in the dining room, going through it all to make sure everything was there, and nothing was forgotten. The next day, we would start setting everything up outside in the courtyard, and the day after, the flowers would be delivered and set up as well for the ceremony that evening. To say I was a little stressed would be an understatement. I was EXCEEDINGLY stressed. I did not understand how Luna Claire could look so calm and composed about everything that needed to get done in time, when I was wound up on the inside. I felt as though even the tiniest bit of added stress would cause me to snap. As excited as I was about Lukas’s ceremony, I also couldn’t wait for it to all be over. Although, that also meant I would become luna soon, which meant I would do things like this by

Finn I was pissed. I was so fucking pissed at that fucker. I was going to kill him. I was about ready to march over to the packhouse and demand to find out what sort of game he was playing with his mate. I knew firsthand the damage that kind of rejection could do. I wished I didn’t, but I did. At least with my mate, there hadn’t been another woman in the picture. Just a misunderstanding. I wasn’t sure what was going on with him and that Bianca bitch. Drew and I had both tried to link him when he introduced her, but he blocked us out faster than I could blink. I wanted to trust him, trust that he wasn’t completely fucking up his life, trust that he had something up his sleeve with this whole situation, but fuck, it was hard to have faith in him with how it affected June. Her reaction in the driveway was heartbreaking. To see her being so strong when he was outside, to then watch her break down once he was gone — it was awful. It pissed off both my dragon and me. We had both become e

Juniper “Mate…” I gasped out slowly. Lukas’s eyes were still locked on mine, and as soon as the word was out of my mouth, his lips twitched into a smile, and he nodded his head to me, a silent confirmation that he was, in fact, my mate. My real mate. Not just a chosen bond, but a true bond. A fated bond. “What?!” Drew exclaimed. “You can feel it now?” “I can see it,” I told him, looking down at the gold thread connecting me to Lukas. I brushed my hand through it, and although it looked solid, it was not tangible. It was clearly something that only I could see. “I don’t understand,” I muttered. “Why am I only just now feeling this?” I asked him. “I turned 19 weeks ago.” “I don’t know, Princess,” Drew answered as he glanced at Lukas. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation, that your parents will tell us when—” “Wait, what did you mean when you said, ‘you can feel it now’?” I asked him, my shocked brain finally registering his words. “I… uh — well, you see—” He looked over a

Juniper We escaped a world of chaos in one realm, and entered a completely different type of chaos in another. The clearing we landed in was filled with fairies of various types — although they were mainly Fae — and the Midnight Moon pack members. The real pack members, not the ones from the illusion planted in the courtyard by my mother’s strong Fae trickery magic. My birth mother, that is. They were chatting and talking, and the pack children were running around and playing, completely carefree and without a worry about what was happening back on their pack lands. The volume of the gathered people slowly diminished as they saw us, and saw Myles bleeding in his mate’s arms. The dull roar became dead silence, broken only by one shrill scream. “My baby!” my mom — Sofia — cried out, tears streaming down her face as she ran towards us to see her injured son. Leo growled slightly as she reached out to touch him, pulling Myles closer to his chest. She snarled and raised her gaze to h