Rhiannon’s POV
I straightened my leather jacket, touched the ring in my nose, and ran my hands down over the loose waves of my silver hair. As I stared at myself in the mirror I worried my bottom lip, watching as it started to swell.With a sigh I reached forward and plucked my liquid eyeliner off my desk. I unscrewed the cap and swiped more across my eyelids, making the existing wings darker and thicker. I felt like I was smearing my cheeks in war paint – but I looked just as unprepared as I had when I’d stumbled in here, my heart pounding a million miles a minute and tears prickling the back of my nose.
The door groaned open and Cin shuffled inside, frowning at me the second she saw my expression. “You okay, Rhi?” she asked.
My emotions were too fragile for me to speak, so I just nodded. Dropping the eyeliner back onto the pile of mess covering my desk, I sloped over to my bed and flopped backwards onto it. My room was small – we were only Omegas, after all, so our cabin wasn’t big or fancy – but it was cosy, all warm wood and thick rugs and checked bedding. I tangled my hands in the duvet at my sides, scrunching and scrunching until the lump in my throat had subsided enough for me to talk.
“Did you hear about Michael?”
Her weight made the bed dip as she settled down beside me. We both stared up at the ceiling; I watched the evening sunlight spill through the window, casting golden shapes across the logs.
“Yeah,” she rasped. “Yeah, I did.”
“It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it?”
“It was. And it’ll happen again, won’t it?”
“It will.”
We lapsed back into silence. Cin took my hand and squeezed it.
The fight had gone out of me. Michael’s limp body had brought back memories, memories I tried really damn hard to forget. I’d left Stephen downstairs, and when I’d left I’d been fuelled by misplaced rage and a desperate ache to know who my mum really was. Dad had never told me anything, and seeing Michael like that – on my birthday, when I always thought more about who Mum was than normal – had brought that question to the forefront of my mind. Was she alive? Did she know about us? Would she care if she did? But now that urge felt selfish, and I just felt sad.
Michael had been a good guy. For him to just be gone like that, over some stupid curse none of us understood…
“It’s not fair, is it?” muttered Cin, rolling over to face me.
I kept my gaze fixed on the window. “Fuck no.”
She cleared her throat. “Stephen told me you were going to confront Dad.”
I scoffed. “I’m glad my mate is such a great secret keeper,” I said, even though it hadn’t really been a secret. “I was, though.” Knowing she would ask, I added, “About Mum. I don’t know why, I just… I always wonder more on our birthday. About who she was. And seeing Michael like that… but it doesn’t matter. I was being stupid.”
“No, Rhi, I don’t think you were.” At last I rolled over to look at Cin, who had screwed up her face as she thought. “It’s the same for me, you know. And we are eighteen now. We have a right to know.”
Hope split my chest open. That nagging ache was returning, filling my limbs with restless energy. My leg started to jiggle, making the whole bed bounce. “You think?”
Cin said something, but my wolf spoke over her. ‘Are you sure this is a good idea, Rhiannon?’
‘Honestly?’ I replied through our mindlink. ‘I haven’t got a clue. But if I lie here, thinking about Michael, and… you know,’ I gulped, ‘and how hopeless this curse is, I think I’ll go mad.’
‘So this is a distraction.’ The words themselves weren’t particularly judgemental, but Tiger’s tone sure as fuck was.
‘Maybe. But is that such a bad thing?’
‘I’m just not sure if it’s such a good thing.’
I rolled my eyes. Cin slapped my arm lightly. “Why are you rolling your eyes at me? I’m agreeing with you!”
“I’m not rolling them at you,” I said pointedly. “Tiger is chipping in her with opinion.”
“Hi, Tigs!” Cin waved. “Well, if she wants to know, Dolly thinks it’s a brilliant idea.”
I couldn’t help but grin. Dolly was my sister’s wolf, though she behaved more like a Golden Retriever. She’d go along with anything Cin suggested, eager to please and always encouraging. Unlike Tiger, who could be too damn opinionated for her own good sometimes.
“Thank you, Dolly,” I said slowly, making every syllable crystal clear. And, hell, maybe this was a distraction – but I was feeling better already. Moping around about Michael wouldn’t make him any less dead. But solving a personal mystery? That would make my sister feel better, and that would make me feel better.
‘Don’t lie to yourself.’ Tiger scoffed. ‘You want to know just as badly as she does, if not more. This was your idea in the first place.’
‘Oh… shut up.’
Tiger laughed at me. ‘Great comeback.’
‘See this?’ I said.
‘What?’
‘It’s your nose. I’m giving it back – I found it in my business.’ Before she could think of a witty retort to that, I spoke aloud to Cin. “Shall we go find Dad, then?”
She jumped off the bed and nodded. “Let’s go.”
* * *
By the time we’d found Dad, I had my emotions back in check. I was right – all we’d needed was a distraction. I felt bad about Michael, and a bit guilty that I wasn’t sat sobbing over the loss of him, but we hadn’t been that close. And it wasn’t like he was the first person I’d lost.
My muscles pulled taut at the memories trying to drag me away, but I held myself firm. I clenched my hand into a fist under the table, images of the war flashing through my mind’s eye. It had been bloody and underhanded, devastating on both sides, and…
No. No, no, no. Don’t think about it, Rhi, I told myself sternly.
My gaze drifted to Cin, to the scar slitting the left side of her lips, and my stomach turned over. I had to steel myself yet again as Dad poured four cups of hot water.
We’d run out of tea and coffee a long time ago, so now we just drank heated water and pretended it filled that hole. “Thanks,” I muttered, cupping the chipped mug between my hands.
“Well, girls,” Dad said, sitting down heavily in the chair opposite me. We were back in the kitchen, but this felt more like an interrogation than a celebration. The remnants of our birthday cake had gone goddess only knew where, and with Michael’s death and our planned confrontation hanging in the air between us, the warm light of the kitchen seemed purposefully dim and the hard-backed wooden chairs extra uncomfortable. The table itself was a barrier, keeping Dad and Stephen on the defending side while Cin and I took up arms, ready to attack.
Under the table, Stephen hooked his foot around my ankle. It made me feel maybe one percent better.
But it also made me think of Alpha Caleb, which I just couldn’t do. He had a mate, and so did I. My heart – and the stupid bloody mate bond – were making it out to be the most pressing issue in my life right now, even though the Eternal Winter and Michael’s death were currently sitting at the very top of that list in reality.
And Mum. Whoever she was.
“What a birthday this has been,” Dad went on, fiddling with his own mug but not drinking from it. “I can’t believe… poor Michael.” He paused, shifting uncomfortably. “I’m sorry I haven’t got you a present–”
I cut him off. “Please don’t worry about it. We understand why.” I nudged Cin, who’d been sulking, and she nodded reluctantly.
Silence swelled. Awkward, spine-tingling silence.
I glanced at Cin. She kept her eyes locked on the gnarled wood of the table. Fat lot of help she’d be, then.
“But…” I started, looking up at Stephen for reassurance. He gave me what I thought was meant to be an encouraging smile, though it came out as more of a grimace.
“But what, sweetheart?” asked Dad, his blue-grey eyes going wide with concern.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, holding his gaze as I tried to word what I wanted to say. My eyes brushed over his gaunt cheeks – cheeks I always remembered being rounded, uplifted with smiles and laughter and just chubby enough to soften the edges of his face – and the stubble lining his jaw. Stubble he was scratching. Dad always scratched his stubble when he was nervous about something. Did he know what I was going to ask?
I bit the bullet and blurted out, “I thought maybe you could give us some information as a gift this year. Information about Mum.”
His shoulders sagged. “Rhiannon…”
“Why won’t you ever tell us?” Cin asked wetly, blinking back tears. “It’s not that we need anyone other than you. We just want to know who she is. Like, okay – why are we so huge in our wolf forms if we’re just Omegas? Mum had to be a Luna, didn’t she? And is that why she didn’t stay with you? Did she have to go and be with some hoity-toity Alpha mate somewhere?”
“Cin,” I murmured, catching her hand in mine.
She gasped around a sob. Her nails dug into my palm. “Sorry,” she rasped.
In the quiet that followed, I glanced up at Stephen. His hands were clasped on the table, and he looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “You don’t have to stay,” I said softly.
He looked at my Dad, who patted him on the shoulder. “You’re part of this family now, son. You’re welcome to stay. And the girls are right. They should know this; I’ve kept it a secret for far too long.” He sighed, scrubbing a hand into his blonde hair.
It slithered back down to his jaw. Scratch, scratch, scratch.
“You’re right, Hyacinth,” he said, after what felt like an eternity. “Your mum was a Luna. A very powerful Luna. And we were in love.” His face twisted. “But we… after she… when you girls were born, she told me to run away with you and never look back. It wasn’t that she didn’t love you. She did. More than anything else in the whole world.”
Cin was still crying softly, so I swallowed the serrated lump in my own throat and spoke up. “Why did she want you to take us away, then?”
“Because you were my daughters, but if we’d stayed, the pack’s Alpha would have claimed you as his own.” His throat bobbed. His nails scraped over his stubble. “We weren’t really together. We were having an affair. The Alpha thought she was pregnant with his pups, not some Omega’s. She told him you’d both died during the birth, and I ran.”
Tears gleamed in his eyes. I reached for him. “Dad…”
“It’s all right.” He smiled blearily, daubing at his damp lashes. “It was a long time ago, now. And I got you girls. That’s always been more than enough for me.”
* * *
“What is it, Rhi?”
I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom. Stephen was sat on the end of my bed, his chin propped up on his clasped hands.
“I don’t believe him,” I said. “It was too easy. He’s kept that secret for eighteen years, and all of a sudden he just gives in and tells us?”
“Rhi–”
“And did you see his eyes? They were darting all over the place.”
“Rhiannon–”
“And the way he was scratching his stubble! He only does that when he’s nervous, lying, or doesn’t want to answer a question.”
Stephen stood up, his hands snaking out to grab me. I stilled, glaring up at him. “What?”
“Maybe this isn’t what you want to hear right now, but does it really matter? If he’s keeping her identity from you, he probably has a good reason for doing so. You’ve got him. Isn’t that enough?”
A muscle pulsed in my jaw.
I saw Michael. I saw blood. I saw that last battle, the one I’d lost her to…
“I need this,” I rasped. “I have to know.”
“No,” he murmured, “you don’t.” He pulled me down onto his lap. I went with him stiffly. “Do you want to talk about Michael?”
“No,” I snapped. “Not really. Talking about him won’t bring him back.”
“But it might help us process it–”
I stood up. “I’m going out. I just need to be by myself for a bit.”
Stephen eyed me worriedly. “Are you sure you should be alone right now?”
I jerked a nod at him.
“I can go, this is your room…”
“Stay.” I shrugged. “Or go. I don’t mind. I want to go for a walk anyway. I need to clear my head.”
He nibbled at his bottom lip, but he didn’t argue. “Maybe that would do you some good. Make sure you wrap up warm.”
As I dug through my closet, ripping out layers of knitted jumpers and scarves and hats, all from his mum, I mouthed his words back to myself. “Make sure you wrap up warm,” I scoffed silently.
‘Be nice,’ Tiger chastised me.
‘Remember when I asked for your opinion? Yeah, me neither.’
Without another word, shoving on clothes as I went, I stormed outside.
And walked headfirst into Alpha Caleb’s chest.
Rhiannon’s POV I reared back, hurriedly wiping tears from my cheeks. I hadn’t realised I’d been crying until the cold air outside had chilled them upon my burning skin. “You,” I spat. His face crumpled, but he slid his cool mask back into place so quickly I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen the flash of hurt there. His throat bobbed. He opened and closed his mouth. Then: “Can we just… not do this?” His green eyes, bright as summer sunshine cast through leaves, even in the dark, grazed over my swollen lips and puffy eyelids. “You don’t have to hide with me.” “Yes,” I snarled, taking another step back, “I do.” “Look.” His shoulders sagged, and he ran a hand through his tousled dark hair. Most of it was stuck to the side, but a single strand fell in a jagged wave down over his forehead. He blew a puff of air at it; I lost myself in his lips, pursed almost as if in a kiss. His shoulders were broad, too muscular to belong to anyone but an Alpha. I was tall, especially for a she-wolf, bu
Caleb’s POVAmelia was reading in bed, a frown marring her perfect face. The lamplight warmed her dark brown skin, glinting off the shimmering gold she wore across her high cheekbones and the metal beads dotting her cornrows.She was beautiful. I wouldn’t be able to find a single flaw on her perfect face even if someone was holding a gun to my head. I’d grown to care for her, to rely on her, to love her over these past three years. She was the right choice. The only choice. I couldn’t be stupid enough to risk what we had for a feeling.But I had the horrible feeling I was going to do just that. Even as I sat on the bed beside her, her warmth spreading into me as she leant against my side, I couldn’t dredge up a single bit of emotion towards her. I was thinking about Rhiannon.I chewed on my bottom lip. Everything in me wanted to go to her. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on Amelia. She turned a page, huffed, then grinned. My gaze darted to the cover.Alpha Enzo, the tit
Hyacinth’s POVI tugged on the moonstone stud in my ear and chewed on my bottom lip. I’d heard bits and pieces of Rhiannon and Stephen’s conversation, and my heart ached for them both.If I were being honest, though? It hurt more for my twin sister’s boyfriend than it did for her. Rhi had a short fuse and a smart mouth. Stephen was kind, and thoughtful, and sweet. And I had loved him for as long as I’d known him.Sighing, I dropped my hands to my sides and started drifting listlessly around my room. It was the same size and shape as Rhi’s, but where her room was cosy and cottage-y, mine was bright and pink and downright girly. A fire crackled in the hearth, under a mantelpiece draped in burned-down candles and empty vases that had once housed flowers. Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page.Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared bac
Stephen’s POVI still wasn’t sure why I’d gone to Hyacinth’s bedroom. Something had called me in there, some urge knotting my heart and tugging me towards her. I’d written it off as loneliness, a need to discuss our shared pain, but there was a lurking feeling in the back of my head that told me otherwise.Guilt gnawed away at me for the way I’d reacted when I’d first seen her, wearing those tiny pyjamas and that see-through robe over them. My throat had bobbed, and a hundred indecent thoughts had burned through my brain as I’d gaped at her. I’d never looked at Cin like that before. She was Rhi’s sister, which meant she was like a sister to me, too. But tonight… holy moly guacamole, she looked beautiful. Even the way her hair had brushed the tips of her shoulders had me in a chokehold. She smelled of strawberries and vanilla ice cream and she looked even sweeter. Her blonde eyebrows arched over wide, pale blue eyes, which had held my gaze with an intensity I rarely saw in her. With h
Rhiannon’s POVWhat. The. Fuck?Was I dreaming? Or having some kind of delusion? Because I could have sworn that Alpha Caleb had convinced me to let my guard down, to let him in, and now he was walking – wait, no, the bastard was actually running – away from me.My back stiffened. I’d betrayed Stephen tonight. And for what? For a few mind-blowing, stolen moments? For a few hot-as-fuck kisses that had my lips still tingling? I gritted my teeth, glaring at his rapidly retreating back.“Prick,” I hissed. It eased my rage a little, but not enough. Curling my hands into fists, I marched after him. He couldn’t play with me like that. He knew I had a mate; he knew what he’d been asking me for, and that it ran way deeper than a quickie in the garden. For a minute, I’d…I’d believed in him. In us. As his hands had gripped my waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises, I’d forgotten all about Stephen, all about Michael, all about my mysterious-ass mum, and even all about the damned Eternal
Rhiannon’s POVAfter I’d finally managed to escape, I’d spent the night in my wolf form. I hadn’t been able to go home and face anyone, least of all Stephen; I knew he wouldn’t have left, not while I was still outside somewhere. That was the problem: he was a good man, and an even better mate. He wouldn’t have followed me, knowing that I needed some time alone to process things, but he wouldn’t have gone home until he was sure I was safe, either.“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, clenching one hand into a fist. Then, slowly, I unfurled my fingers. None of this was his fault.And I’d…I gulped. “Not now,” I whispered to myself, hovering on the doorstep of our family’s little cabin. The night’s events had left me disgruntled as fuck, quite frankly, and all I wanted now was a burning hot shower and a power nap. I had to be in the pack house for a lunch shift in the kitchen, so I had to sort myself out before then. If I saw the Alpha or Luna there, I needed to have schooled my reactions into
Rhiannon’s POVSomeone cleared their throat just as I knocked. “Excuse me?”I twisted around, searching the hallway for the voice, scanning over stooped bookshelves and polished wood and cream paint, my eyebrows pulling together. “Yeah?”Alpha Caleb’s Gamma, Nova, stepped out of a meeting room. She was a few years older than us and one of Caleb’s most well-respected warriors. Everyone knew her, not just because of her status within the pack, but because she was one of only three transgender members of Night Wind. She’d chosen a new name for herself and announced it to us – an announcement that had been followed by a party that had lasted all night. Her coming out had encouraged the others, and Alpha Caleb had given her the Chalice of Bravery that year at the annual Pack Awards.She had a chiselled jaw and a sharp nose, with wide, pretty brown eyes that were fringed with long, thick eyelashes. Her smile always looked genuine, even now, when she was clearly confused by the presence of
Rhiannon’s POVCaleb’s hand closed around my neck. He squeezed tightly, a sneer tugging at his mouth – only for his face to soften a moment later. He released his grip, wincing sympathetically, and shook out his fingers. He didn’t apologise, though; his eyes turned cold as he appraised me. “What are you doing in here?” he asked flatly.I clenched my trembling hands into fists and tried to ignore the pulsing pain in my neck. I could be meek and remorseful – or I could front this out. “None of your business,” I said, arching an eyebrow at him.“You’re snooping around in my kitchen, Omega. That makes it my business.” He raised an eyebrow right back. I scoffed. “I’m not snooping. And don’t act like you don’t know my name.”He shrugged. “Maybe I don’t. I don’t make a habit of getting friendly with liars and thieves.”“Liars and thieves?” I scoffed again, shaking my head.He ticked off his fingers. “You just lied about not snooping, and the only logical conclusion I can draw is that you’re