She shouldn't have tried to touch my babies! My instincts were running feral, and she backed up, almost tripping over her own tail as she tried to get away from my teeth. Pouncing on her, my teeth rip into her neck, my claws sink into her sides, and she wails loudly while thrashing.I start ripping at her neck, tearing the flesh from her bones, spraying her blood everywhere. It drenched me when I heard a whimper behind me and knew I only had moments before Nixon was on me. She bucks wildly, trying to throw me off, as her skin peels back. She would bleed out before I could go for the kill. I let go before chomping down again, only this time on the side of her neck, curling my claws under her ribs, and shaking my head. My vision turns red as her blood gets in my eyes. She rears up on her hind legs, and my claws slash down her sides as I am thrown back.I hit the ground, landing on my side, my chin hitting the concrete, and I spit the chunk of fur on the ground and skin in my jaws, her
Everly POVAnother Four weeks later."Keep your eyes closed," Valen said as I walked blindly with my hands out in front of me when I heard Macey and Zoe's voices."Is that Zoe and Macey?" I gasped, trying to lift Valen's blindfold over my eyes. He slaps my hand away, and I reach out blindly before slapping someone. "Ouch! That you Everly?" Macey asks. Valen blindfolded me before we left and refused to tell me where he was taking me. "Oops, sorry," I tell her. "Wait, are you blindfolded too?" I ask her."Yeah, and Tatum sucks with directions. I tripped over the gutter back there," Macey growls. "My bloody knee is killing," she growls. "Kids slow down and away from the paint; it's still wet!" Marcus screeches just as the sound of their voices reach my ears. A hand grips my arm. "Glad I'm not the only blind one around. I was becoming paranoid he walking me off a cliff," Zoe says, and I know it, her hand on my arm. It slides down to grip my hand and gives me a squeeze just as my hand
Everly 4 months laterIt was scorching hot today, and Macey, Ava, Zoe, and I had just left from the final dress fitting. It wasn’t my dress that needed altering, but Zoe’s this time. Her growing baby bump was getting bigger every day. “I just need to grab bread and milk. I don’t feel like stopping after getting Valarian from school,” I tell the girls as we step out of the bridal store. “I’ll come; I need to grab a few things too,” Macey says, slipping her sunglasses on. Zoe pulled the sunshade over the stroller, and we walked the short distance to the shopping center. It was easier to walk than wrangle all three girls in the car and the stroller. Walking into the shops, I sigh as the cold air conditioning sweeps over us. We walk through the shopping center when Macey shrieks, making us all nearly jump out of our skin when she takes off toward a store. “Man, this baby has more clothes than I do at this point,” Zoe whines as Macey bounces on her heels, holding up a blue Winnie The
Everly POV A year later Zoe and I sat with Valen and Marcus, as we waited for Doc to tell me how many eggs they were able to extract that were viable. “Man, I have never been so nervous in all my life!” I whisper to Zoe. “I know! My hands are shaking,” she whispers. “What if she says no?” Zoe worries as she bounces her son, Noah on her lap. Macey was not able to find a surrogate or an egg donor. Zoe had come to me and told me she wanted to offer to carry a baby for Macey, yet she wasn’t sure she was comfortable carrying a baby that was biologically hers. So after speaking with Valen and telling him what Zoe wanted to do and that we just needed an egg donor. He sighed heavily. “You want to donate your eggs?” I nodded my head. I needed his blessing, because it was a big ask for him knowing biologically the child would be mine and Tatum’s. Though I was not carrying this child and it was just eggs I had no intention of using, this was not my child but theirs and Zoe was the vessel.
Macey POV Seven eggs later and one finally stuck, the joy I felt when we found out our baby made it past what they considered the safe date was overwhelming. Zoe was devastated each time, just as devastated as I. Some part of my mind thought it just wasn’t meant to be. Carter had ruined every chance I had once he marked me, I may now be immune to Forsaken bites, but the venom of his bite had serious ramifications. The city scientists managed to scramble and find a safe vaccine, thankfully to Valen’s genetic mutation, he was an anomaly and so was Valarian, entirely immune to the effects of the venom, yet for me, the damage was done. I couldn’t even try to use my own eggs, and now every year for the rest of my life I would need the vaccine to keep from turning Forsaken myself. Things could have been worse, I could be dead, just like Emily, and those who were infected. Tatum also was subjected to yearly vaccinations too. The last year our lives were turned upside down, one thing we wer
Everly “I don’t like it,” Valen growls, pacing the living room. I sigh, trying to work through the backlog of paperwork I have been avoiding. If he paces anymore, I would need to replace the damn carpet. Valen stops next to the coffee table. “Do you hear it? Does it not bother you?” he demands, and I raise an eyebrow and shake my head, turning back to the paperwork resting on my lap when my pen suddenly disappears from my hand. Annoyed, I huff, pinning him with a glare.“Can you hear it? It’s driving me damn insane,”“Hear what?” I ask, shaking my head and holding my hand out expectantly for my pen. “Exactly!” Valen hisses, passing my pen back. “It’s so quiet,” he mutters to himself.I roll my eyes. Is he seriously still carrying on over this? “Yep, it is great! I can now scratch my ass without one of them being up it,” Valen glares at me. “I’m going to get them,” he snatches up his keys, and I groan and rest my head back on the couch. “They have been at school for not even two ho
Six months later. “Frankie, get back here with my damn shoe,” I screech, chasing the damn dog through the house. He races up the stairs, my heel in his mouth while I try to catch the little turd. His Short stumpy legs run a million miles an hour as he tries to evade me. “Frankie!” I screech as he darts into one of the kid's rooms. He peeks over his tiny shoulder, giving me a challenging look before he hides under Valarian’s bed. “Come here, puppy, puppy, give me my damn shoe, or I will make one out of you,” I growl at him. I reach for the squirming beast, gripping the heel, and it becomes a game of tug-o-war. “Give me my damn shoe!” “Should have chosen the baby,” Valen says behind me, and I jump, bumping my head. I wiggle out from under the bed. “We have a meeting, and your dog stole my heel!” I snap at him.Valen whistles, and Frankie yelps excitedly.“Now, Frankie.” Valen calls. I see his little head poke out from under the bed, my heel covered in slobber, he slinks his way
The meeting with the new Alpha went off without a hitch. He was around the same age as Valen, perhaps a few months here or there. Though not as clean-cut. The new Alpha was more of a rough around the edges type of guy.He also had a son around Valarian’s age. We learned he was a single father and had built his Pack from nothing. All on his own. He didn’t mention any family besides his son, so we took it as a sign that the man had no one who had helped him after his wife passed. His story was very similar to mine. His Pack was originally a Pack of Rogues, and his Pack that had lived in Lake City was forced out by the human council’s, who took over the City.After meeting him, we decided to invite him back home for dinner. We thought it was a nice gesture and could help us to get to know him better. Everyone knew how wrong trusting strangers was, and this guy technically was just that - a stranger, so although we were friendly and nice, we also were still slightly cautious. Until his