All Chapters of Tag: Chasing the Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“BLAKE!” I cry out, tackling her from behind. She screams and I can’t help but dissolve in giggles. I love catching my twin off guard. Especially when she’s in the middle of training. Kennedy has been stationed Wyoming for the last several years. When we were about eight or nine, there was a huge boom in pregnancies in the Wyoming part of the pack. Seems that when some witches helped settle a new well for the wolves, one of their spells has some unintentional consequences for wolves, making them super fertile beyond the point where the birth control pill that we developed for werewolves. As these kids have grown, we’ve had to pour resources into this area. Happily, but consistently. They need more food, more clothing, more education, and a variety of other resources that we as a pack gave them. Now, it’s time for high school education before they come to Arcadia University and that is why Blake is here. She is an athlete, a runner that nearly beat Herm

It’s Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday of the year. I can’t believe that it’s something that wasn’t a part of the werewolf holiday pack until after my parents were mated and witches came to join us. We had only stuck to the holidays marked by Selene, with some passing nods to the holidays that humans celebrate. But with the inclusion of the covens into our pack has brought a wide variety of times of celebration. Christmas, Beltane, Samhair, Fourth of July. Holidays every month, sometimes multiple times each month. Feasting, presents, singing, fun, and family. It really is a good time for all involved. But, like I said, Thanksgiving is my favorite. The entire pack gets together, bringing together a potluck of foods. We eat until our hearts’ content and then the afternoon is full of games. Cornhole. Ladder golf. Tackle football. Poker. Throughout the day we wander from eating and gaming and fellowship. Other than eating a shit ton of food, there’s nothing that has to b

“Are you sure that you don’t want to come?” I ask Ciara. I’m standing with her outside of the room that she is sharing with her mom, Violet. Violet’s been getting physical therapy here at the Center from repeated breaks in her legs that weren’t allowed to heal correctly because she wasn’t allowed to shift into her wolf form. Violet’s sleeping, hence the reason Ciara and I are outside of their room.It has been a few months since I got her Mom and all the other she-wolves and pups out of that hellhole, along with Finnegan’s and Ethan’s help. They are all recuperating well, but the she-wolves had been in silver longer than Ciara had and, along with the malnutrition, dehydration, physical and sexual abuse has made it difficult for them to make progress. Fortunately they seem to be putting on weight, the silver poisoning has cleared up, and many of the women are in therapy with our counselors. At least, all of those that are in the shape to talk with us are in therapy. Th

I have no idea how long Caleb and I stand there, me crying on his shoulder. It is a mess and I really hate myself for it. Not just because I’m crying over my mate to another male, but because that male was the guy I was with for three years. The guy that asked me to be his chosen mate. Seems a bit hypocritical. The second that thought enters my head, I pull away. “I’m so sorry, Caleb. This isn’t your problem. We didn’t end on the best of terms and I know that you can’t want to hear about me finding my mate – “ I’m babbling. I know that I am, but I can’t seem to stop. I turn away from Caleb, wiping the tears from my face. Caleb grabs my arm and turns me back around. Cupping my face in his hands, he leans in and says, “We are friends, Fati. Best friends. You can tell me anything. And, yeah our last talk sucked, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t talk about this.” Tears start to flow even harder when he says that. “Caleb.” H

The shock on her face is all consuming. I can tell that she’s having trouble processing my words. Like she can hear and understand the words that I said, but her mind isn’t connecting them to their meanings. Her legs slip down from around my waist, but I keep holding her to me to make sure that she doesn’t fall. She leans her head back into the wall of the building that I had back her into but fists her hands in my shirt and pulls me towards her. It’s like she needs to pull away, but can’t stand to be away from me. I understand the feeling. The matebond is potent. Much more than I ever thought it would be. And we haven’t even felt the full effects of it yet. “What do you mean?” she asks. “We’re mates, my love,” I tell her, one hand coming up to brush some loose hair off of her head. “How…how can you know that?” she asks, her voice a whisper that I can barely hear over the rustle of the wind in the trees. “Be