Novels by Bobbie

Torin's POV “Thank you,” I say, my voice quieter than I intended, and I notice the way her lashes flutter just slightly as if she did not expect it, which only makes something tighten in my chest.For a second, the room feels too still, and then I turn my gaze toward Raphael, because if there is anyone who needs to speak now, it is him, and I let my eyes harden just enough for him to understand that I am not asking.“Do you have something to say?” I ask, tilting my head slightly as I watch him.Raphael does not answer immediately, and that alone tells me more than words could, because this is a man who has never struggled to speak his mind, not even when it cost him, not even when it caused fights that nearly tore the pack apart, yet now he stands there with his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring as if he is fighting something within himself.His fingers twitch at his side, and then he exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair in a rough motion before finally looking at Ni

Nia's POV I could feel Raphael’s gaze on me long before I turned to face him fully, that sharp burning intensity that carried years of anger, years of grief, years of unanswered questions that had been left to rot without closure, and even though my chest felt tight and my body still carried the strain of everything I had endured, I did not look away.“I know you do not believe me,” I said quietly, my voice steady even as I held his gaze, watching the way his jaw tightened and his fingers curled slightly at his sides.Raphael let out a short breath that almost sounded like a scoff, his head tilting slightly as though he was trying to understand why I would even attempt to speak further.“Then why continue?” he asked, his tone edged with disbelief. “Why stand there and keep talking when everything you are saying sounds like another layer of lies?”I inhaled slowly, letting the air settle in my lungs before I spoke again, because I knew that what I was about to say would not be easy fo

Nia's POV I remained where I stood, my fingers loosely clasped in front of me even though there was a faint tremor beneath the stillness, and I kept my gaze steady on Torin while Narek moved slightly to the side, already shifting into that familiar state where his mind began mapping out strategies, routes, outcomes, and consequences.The room felt smaller than it had a few moments ago.Charged with something that had not been there before.Torin exhaled slowly, his hand resting against the table as he leaned into it just slightly, his eyes still locked on me as though he was trying to measure every word I had spoken, as though he was weighing truth against instinct.“If the third son is truly behind this,” he said, his voice steady but lower now, “then we cannot afford to wait for him to make another move.”I inclined my head slightly.“We cannot,” I agreed.Narek stepped forward, his arms crossing loosely over his chest, his gaze thoughtful.“The wolves temple is not an easy place t

Nia's POV I could feel it before I even stepped fully into the room, that subtle shift in the air that always came whenever eyes turned toward me, whenever questions lingered unspoken yet heavy, and even though my body ached beneath the layers of fabric wrapped tightly around me, I forced my lips into a gentle smile as my gaze settled on Torin.The pain sat deep, not loud enough to break through my composure, yet persistent enough that every breath carried a faint reminder of what I had done, of what I had given, and I refused to let it show.Torin’s eyes did not leave my face, and there was something in his expression that made my chest tighten just a little, something that felt like relief tangled with suspicion, like he was trying to read through me, trying to peel back the calm I had carefully placed over myself.“Nia,” he said, my name leaving his lips slower this time, as though he was testing it, as though he needed to confirm that I was truly standing in front of him and not

Torin's POV I had lost count of how many times my fingers had tapped against the armrest of the chair, yet the sound still echoed in my ears as though the room itself was mocking my impatience, and even though I forced my shoulders to remain still, there was a tightness in my chest that refused to ease, a quiet pressure that had nothing to do with the poison that had nearly taken my life and everything to do with the silence surrounding her absence.Two days.It had been over two days since I woke up, and not a single solid answer had been placed before me, not a single explanation that held weight, not a single confirmation that could settle the unease that had taken root in my mind, and the worst part of it all was that I knew something was wrong, I could feel it in the way the air moved through the pack, in the way the guards avoided holding my gaze for too long, in the way every report felt incomplete even when it was presented as thorough.Where was she?Why had she left without

Darren's POVI walked into the main hall with my shoulders squared and my expression set in a way that gave nothing away, yet beneath that calm surface there was a steady tension coiling through me, tightening with every step I took toward the long table where the High Council was already seated, their presence filling the room with a weight that was impossible to ignore.The air felt different.Charged with something unspoken.I could feel Darien beside me, his steps measured, his silence deliberate, and I did not need to look at him to know that his mind was already working through every possible angle of what this meeting could mean, just as mine was doing the same.We stopped at the head of the table.Every gaze turned to us.I let my eyes move across each of them slowly, taking in their expressions, the subtle shifts in posture, the faint tightening of lips or narrowing of eyes that spoke more than their words ever would, and then I pulled out the chair at the head of the table a

6 years later…"Mayor! No!" I all but cried as my 3 year old ran past my door, the tip of an expo marker placed against my wall while doing so.I dropped my sandwich and ran after the giggling child, who wasn't hard to find because all I had to do was follow the long blue line going down my walls.I rounded the corner that led to the kitchen, it was way to quite.I felt my heart stop when I realized the blue line ended at the pantry door... oh god.I quickly swung the door open to reveal a 'winter' wonder land in my own pantry.My daughter was sitting in the middle of the floor, the flour bag was right next to her in tatters. I let out a sigh of defeat as I picked up my kid.As if the Goddess knew I needed help, the sound of the front door opening and closing made my heart soar.I smelt them before I saw them.Asher and our 6 year old son, Greyson—James, rounded the corner. In my opinion he resembles Asher much more than he ever could me. The only trait he has that are mine is my eyes. Eve

I sat in the black love seat Asher had in his Office. Asher sat at his desk, he ran his hands through his brown hair, sitting back in his seat.The room was silent, all you could hear was the ticking of a clock. Tick tick tick.Finally a loud knock came from the door. I sat up, forcing my head to pay attention."Come in," Asher's deep voice traveled across the room.An older man with a small blond accompanying him walked into the room. He smelt like embers dying out on a beach... spice, smoke, and salt. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, reminded me of summer."Young Alpha!" The man boomed as he walked in, a smirk playing on his lips. I watched as he approached Asher's desk. They both reached out to inlock in a firm handshake. The blond stood beside the man, not making a peep.I stood up and flashed him a brilliant smile."Good evening, my name is April, Luna of the Luminescent pack." I reached my hand out for her to take, her eyebrows furrowed before she reached her own out to me. That confu

April's POV:I kept my eyes closed not because I was scared, but because I was in pure bliss.Ashers' arm's were arms wrapped around my waist securely. His face was tucked in the crook of my neck, his breath hitting my mark with every exhale. The house was silent, the only sound was a low click click click of the clock that hangs over our couch.I pressed my lips together as thoughts of small feet padding through the halls flooded my head. A child's chant, giggle and cry echoed. I was merely a child myself, in the human "world," that is. In the werewolf "world," I was of age to govern an entire pack. Birth and mother many pups. Take on responsibilities beyond my skills and knowledge. Be the perfect Luna. Be the perfect women...Don't get me wrong, I love my life. I was born to be Luna of the Luminescent Pack. I was born to be mates with Asher. Our upbringing is horrible, I'm not going to lie... I thought the Moon Goddess had lost her shit for a second.I felt Ashers face move away from

The second my foot hit the wood line I took off. The wind felt amazing, the air smelt amazing... everything felt amazing. I jumped and dodged dead trees as I soared throughout the woods. I always felt alive when I run. My blood pushing through my body rapidly, in sync with my heart. This is what living was all about, these simple pleasures. It didn't take me long to arrive at headquarters, though I wasn't expecting Richard to already be there. His car travailing down the long dirt driveway. I stopped moving and stood still, watching him. As the car turned off, the drivers side door was thrown open and he stepped out. His blond hair seemingly glowing as the sun hit it. My hand traveled to my own hair, twigs and leafs filled my golden locks making me internally cringe. Great. I still have yet to formally meet him... I knew it was my fault for avoiding him while we were still at the luminescent pack, but I just wasn't ready to speak to him. I still wasn't ready, but it looks like I re

It was a long road trip back to our home pack. My speed demons were all scrunched up in one van and I refused to ride with Isaac so that I could ride with them.We were all quiet. Mourning our mission and loss of two of our pack members again. We missed April and Asher more than we thought we would. I would, of course, visit more now that she is expecting. I can't have my own niece or nephew not knowing who I am. Lacey sat next to me, her head was against my shoulder. Isaac's car followed suit behind us. I laid my head on top of Laceys head and allowed myself to rest.I woke up to Isaac nudging my shoulder. I cracked my eyes open to peer into those beautiful green eyes of his."We're home my love," his smile was bright, warm, and inviting... Definitely one of my favorite things about him. His hand reached up to caress my cheek. The feeling of his skin touching mine made shivers run down my spine. I definitely loved this boy.I stretched out my arms, feeling my muscles relax."God, I'd r

Callie's POV:I couldn't help but admire Asher and April as they held each other. April hadn't stopped crying since we arrived back at the pack house, and Asher wouldn't let her go. They truly loved each other. My speed demons gathered together in a group. Smiles pressed against their lips due to a successful mission. I sucked my teeth and avoided them. I didn't want to associate with them right now. I was in the middle of waiting for Issac to return, and although my duties is of a speed demon... my mind was somewhere else.I pressed my back against the wall sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. I pressed my lips together and watched everybody talk and buzz with excitement. Their alpha was back and they were ecstatic. My third in command was not back, and I had never been this worried. I had fought grown wolves, and still... worry never flickered through my body. It was something I was not used too. I had not felt anything throughout my battle, but this didn't mean Issac was