My eyes fall shut easily, after such a long day. But I don’t sleep very deeply. Instead, I get caught up in a long, complex dream.In the dream, I’m back in the celestial realm, standing in the same dungeon cage that Coello used to keep me in. Sterling is there, too, walking up to me with those piercing gray eyes and that familiar smile. “Hello,” he says. He leans in to kiss me, and I think that the bars will prevent him from being able to, but he just passes right through. I feel his hands on my face, his lips on mine, and he kisses me for a long time.When I open my eyes after the kiss, I’m no longer in the cage. Now, Sterling and I are standing on top of the massive tower where we found him, high up above the rest of the celestial realm. But when I look out, I don’t see the rolling, starlit darkness of the celestial realm. I see the golden yellow plains of Montana, the valley that stretches out around Serpent’s Creek.“Where are we?” I ask, feeling strangely dizzy.
Damian is a healthy baby, well loved, and by the time he’s a few months old, it’s obvious that Jasper and I don’t need to stick around in Serpent’s Creek. The mansion is nearly full to bursting with wolf and bear shifters excited to be part of this new family and to dote on the precious baby whose existence symbolizes a fresh start for everyone.Jasper mentions going home to Santa Cruz a few times before I’m happy about it, though. I tell him that Orsina could still use my help, or that there’s still some magic I want to learn from Clara. He sees right through my excuses, though. “Are you nervous and going back to live somewhere with those guys in the basement?” Jasper asks me one evening, sliding his hands around my waist to nibble at my earlobes as he asks. “Maybe,” I say. “Now that he’s not a rabbit anymore, and he’s seen me and spoken to me, and he’s already gotten out once -”“He didn’t get out,” Jasper reminds me. “We let him think he escaped.”“I know, but he th
It’s my first day at Ponderosa High. I head toward my locker, trying to keep my head down and just make it through the day. I tug my green knit beanie down farther over my head, hoping to hide my short cropped hairstyle.Around here, all the girls have long, beautiful hair. Golden blonde, shimmering honey-brown, jet black, all in bouncing ponytails or gorgeous waves. Except for me. At my last school, some kids threw gum in my hair, and I had to chop it all off. The hairstylist tried to tell me that it was a cool new style, but I hate it. Every time I look in the mirror, I see a lonely, bullied girl who doesn’t fit in anywhere.No wonder our old pack sent us away. Our Alpha decided we needed to come out to Flagstaff and join the pack here, as some kind of trade deal with their Alpha. I haven’t met any of the shifters here, but all I can hope is that they accept me more than my last pack.In the hallway, everyone is shouting and jostling. It’s the middle of the school ye
I just have to get to class, I think. If I can make it through the hallways to my first class, I should be okay. I shove my beanie into my pocket and try to push my way through the crowd. Most people just ignore me, but as I round the corner, I see Miranda and her friends, a gaggle of tall, gorgeous, well dressed shifter girls.“Well, well, well,” Miranda says, walking over to me as her friends look on. “If it isn’t little Baldy.”I’m not bald, I just have...a temporary lack of hair. And it isn’t even my fault - some girls (who, to be honest, looked and talked and acted just like Miranda and her friends) ruined it for me. Of course, I don’t say any of that. I just give a shy little wave. “Hi, Miranda.”“Oooh, she knows your name!” One of Miranda’s friends shrieks.“Did you make a new friend, Miranda?”“Shut up, guys!” I’ve clearly made a mistake. Miranda’s yellow eyes are nearly glowing with rage. “This stupid Omega is not my friend.”“I have to get to
Hot tears slide down my face and I angrily wipe them away, splashing some water on my face from the sink before taking a few deep breaths and telling myself to calm down.Carefully, I spread out my schedule, squinting at the damaged paper. Apparently, my first period class is English with a teacher called Mrs. Longan. It’s in room 208, I think. With no other options, I turn my shirt backwards, so now the hole Miranda made is between my shoulderblades rather than in the middle of my front. Maybe if I keep my back pressed against my seat, no one will notice.The hallways are empty, and I know I’ll have to enter class late. Yet another embarrassment piled on top of an already horrible morning.At least now it’s easy to find Room 208, without a bunch of other kids crowding and jostling around. I steel myself and pull open the door, trying to slip unnoticed into the classroom.“You’re late.” The teacher’s stern voice is the first thing that greets me. A few kids giggle.“
My parents were thrilled when I told them that I had gotten invited to a party on my very first day at the new school. Of course, I didn’t tell them any other details - like the fact that no actual students at Ponderosa High seemed to want me there, or that I was only going because the pack Alpha, who was a year or so older than me, had told me to come.When my dad drops me off, I make sure he leaves me at the bottom of the road. I’ll hike up to Badger Lodge myself. The last thing I need is everyone seeing my lame Omega parents taking me to a party. I start walking up the long drive, keeping my eyes on the twinkling lights up ahead. The Badger Lodge is high up on a mountainside overlooking the town, and it’s a nice enough walk through the tall pine trees.I’m halfway up the drive when I hear the sound of a car behind me. It’s not the first time a car full of shifter kids has passed me on their way up to the lodge, laughing and yelling. Most of them didn’t even notice me. I
I slip out of the lodge through a side door, letting the noise and chaos of the party disappear into the background as I find a quiet place in the woods to take the phone call.“Hi, Mom.”“Hello, sweetheart! Do you know what time it is?”I check my watch. It’s 11:56. I’ll turn eighteen in exactly four minutes. “Almost midnight,” I answer.“I bet you’re excited,” my mom says. “I know how badly you’ve been waiting for your first shift.”Most shifters have their first shift before their eighteenth birthday, but if it doesn’t happen naturally before then, we shift as soon as we turn eighteen. My mom isn’t wrong - I’ve been desperate to find my wolf and get to know her - but if she’s weak enough that she couldn’t even reveal herself without being forced, I’m not getting my hopes up.“Yeah,” I say. “But also nervous.”“That’s normal,” my mom reassures me. “I was terrified for my first shift. I could hardly sleep the night before I turned eighteen, I was so anxious.”
I consider just leaving entirely, but something pulls me back to the party. If I’m honest with myself, it’s because I want to see Caleb.Even if he can’t possibly be my mate. Even if he’s likely to be just as disgusted with me as everyone else. He’ll regret the kiss, deny me, kick me out of the pack - everything an Alpha is supposed to do in this situation.Still. This might be my last chance to see him. I need to.So I push the doors open to the Badger Lodge, only to face a wall of jeering, mocking faces.“Useless!”“Pathetic!”“I heard she can’t even shift!”“Worse than a regular Omega.”“Why did they even send her?”Tears well in my eyes as I shrink away from the attention, trying to find Caleb in the crowd. But someone grabs the back of my shirt and yanks me into the center of a circle, where Malcolm and Miranda and all their friends poke and prod me.“Not even a fang? A claw? A whisker?”“Nothing. Basically a human.”“Gross!”Malcolm puts his