Rhiannon’s POV“I think we should move in together.”I gaped at Stephen. ‘He what?’ said Tiger, her eyes boggling as she stared at him. 'No, seriously, what did he just say?'‘My thoughts exactly.’ I’d just been sat in the cold with my dead dad, crying over his lifeless body, preparing mentally for his funeral tomorrow – and Stephen, the guy who had always known exactly what I needed when I needed it, was asking me to move in with him? Now?I opened and closed my mouth a few times, struggling to find the right words. I wasn’t sure where the fuck the balance between are you stable and thanks but no thanks was.Something sharp tugged on my heartstrings. I’d longed for this moment, once. Stephen and I had discussed getting our own little cabin in the Omega Quarters, how we’d share the cooking and cleaning, how we’d always have fresh flowers on the kitchen table, how he’d dance while he mopped the floors and how I’d sing while I scrubbed the dishes. It had been a beautiful dream, before.
Rhiannon’s POVI swallowed down my nerves, steeled myself, and dipped my head respectfully. “Luna Amelia,” I greeted her, suddenly realising that I had even more to be worried about than I’d first thought.If she came in, she’d see her own shampoo bar next to the shower. She’d see raspberry tea next to the kettle, which I’d stashed there for Cin. If she looked into my eyes, I was sure she’d see my guilt.The silence swelled between us, thick and potent and cloying. She peered into my eyes, into my damn soul, like she could see everything in it laid bare for her. The Luna pursed her full lips, which enhanced the sheen of gold brushed over her cheekbones as they hit the morning light. “I just came by to give you this.” She bent down and picked up a small wicker basket, which I’d been too busy staring at her to notice. “The basket is from one of my care packages… as are the tea and biscuits inside. I know it’s not much, and it will mean nothing in the wake of your sorrow, but I wanted t
Rhiannon’s POVIt didn’t matter how many times I told Alpha Caleb to go to hell, to fuck himself, to die in a hole, to go do whatever other nasty things I could think of – we kept getting pushed together. If I was working, he was there, letting me serve him hot water. If I was sat by Dad’s grave, he was passing me on his way to or from a patrol. If I was walking down the hall, he was coming from the other way. A hundred tiny coincidences – that started to feel not so coincidental the more they kept happening.He stopped asking me to talk to him after the second day. He said he’d leave me to mourn. It was almost worse when he did, because I didn’t have anything to distract me from the pain anymore. But no matter what he’d said, it didn’t stop him from bumping into me everywhere. And I meant everywhere. Even when I’d slipped into the bathroom in the pack house to tidy up my makeup, I’d accidentally left it unlocked and who had walked in but, yep, you guessed it, Alpha Bloody Caleb. If
Rhiannon’s POVI sat frozen, waiting for the inevitable, my ears straining to hear the sounds of movement, until I couldn’t take it any longer. I wasn’t some sitting duck that just let bad things happen to me without fighting back. I stood up, wriggling my hands and toes until some feeling came back into them. The cold had seeped down into my bones and was reluctant to leave.“Is somebody there?” I snarled, my hands balling into fists.Nobody answered. I turned back and forth on the spot, trying to spy out a poison dart or arrow between the tree trunks. Alpha Caleb hadn’t exactly been forthcoming when it came to how poor Sam had been poisoned, so I had to be prepared for anything. Or maybe the poisoning was a one off, and I needed to be ready for a good old-fashioned werewolf fight.The soft pad of paws slunk over the snow.I got ready to shift. Then Tiger started to laugh. ‘Smell that?’ she said.With a frown I sniffed the air. ‘Rabbit, rodent, fox. But…’‘But no werewolf. It’s a w
Caleb’s POVI just wanted to talk to her. I thought that would scratch the damn ever-present itch in my soul. To spend five minutes gazing into her steely grey eyes, to see them soften as they met mine, to just look and nothing more, would feel like heaven compared to the hell I was living through right now.And it didn’t help that someone was playing some cosmic joke on us. Everywhere I went, Rhiannon was there. It was only painful because those moments between us were so brief – the brush of her fingertips over the back of my hand as we both reached for the same door handle; the flick of her hair as she turned away from me, which sent her scent towards me and damn near had me falling to my knees; her sharp inhale as she recognised me and the slant to her full lips as she glared at me and jerked back.It was a result of the mate bond. I knew it. I’d never heard of two wolves who’d refused the call of the bond before, not without outright rejecting it, but like the way we were drawn
Caleb’s POVMarcella was trembling all over as she took me into the medical centre. I couldn’t stand to look at her. Something really, really bad must’ve happened for it to have shaken up an Omega so badly.My eyes landed on Amelia the second I stepped inside. She was on the central cot, her face sallow and sweaty, her eyes rolling in her head and glazed whenever they fixed on anything for a second. Panic seized me – for all the wrong reasons.I would’ve cared about Amelia foremost and the treaty between our packs second, before. But now, in her dying eyes, all I saw was the start of another war. As I rushed to her bedside, my heart pounding, I was already working through damage control. This was an accident, it had nothing to do with me or my Night Wind wolves; they couldn’t start another war because their daughter had died while here, under my care… oh, fuck, they totally could. And, knowing Amelia’s parents, they totally would.“Amelia?” I breathed, cupping her cheeks between my p
Caleb’s POVWe had to wait for Amelia to recover before we could travel to the Moon Chasm pack. I spent that time getting everything into place, ready for our absence.Harley, my Beta, would step up and take charge of my pack. Not that there was much to take charge of – at least not in the usual sense. Back before all of this, it would’ve been training schedules, dealing with petty squabbles, and making sure everyone was rota’ed in to their correct areas. Warrior Wolves patrolling, Omegas serving, Medics healing, and us ensuring everyone was in their proper place. I wasn’t worried about what I was leaving behind, though. Harley and Nova were capable as hell. I was worried about what I was walking in to.I dreaded arriving at Moon Chasm constantly. Maybe I should’ve been a bit excited – there wouldn’t be summer heat there or anything, with the world beyond our borders settling into a real winter, but there would be infinitely more food than we had here. I could wake up in the morning
Caleb’s POV“Get off me,” I snarled, wrenching free of his grip.But her mother snapped her teeth at me, barely an inch from my face. I leapt back; her dad held me in place, keeping me still as his mate’s breath warmed my neck.“I didn’t hurt her!” I roared. “She’s my mate! You know I would never do anything to hurt her!”“Then why is she hurt?” he asked, his voice going deadly calm. “Even if you weren’t the one to poison her, you should never have been so lax in your approach to pack management that somebody else could.”“Dad!” Amelia screeched, hastily shoving her arms and legs into clothes by the wagon. “This isn’t Caleb’s fault!”“Maybe it’s mine.” His eyes narrowed. “Maybe I should never have let my daughter stay in that damned pack of yours, boy.”My upper lip curled back. “Boy? How dare you?” I shoved against him. “How about I call you old man, huh?”He froze.And then the son of a bitch cracked a grin. “Oh, Caleb,” he said, releasing me and scrubbing a hand through my hair. “A