“Where’s my… Léonel ?” Leo asked cocking their head, still unsure how to address him.
“I’m right here.” Léonel greeted, patting Auðr’s shoulder. “It’s going to be fine, uncle. It’s just a bunch of wolves.” I heard him whisper “Hello. I’m Hale Shelton. Welcome to our house.” Dad greeted as Mom moved to his side. “You’ve met my mate and already know River and Leo. This is my son Austin and his mate Suzanne Walterson.” He gestured to my older brother and his mate. “It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for inviting us. I know it’s all a bit awkward.” Léonel said. “I’m Léonel Darby, and this is my great great uncle Auðr.” He introduced. “My mate.” I proudly declared, squeezing his hand. “So you’ve mentioned.” Hale smiled fondly at me. The dude has always accepted how crazy River and I can be. That’s why we love him and so easily call him dad. He’s the best dad either of us could ask for. I’m thankful every day he’s in our lives. And tonight, I hope his easily accepting and calming presence will help Auðr see a life with me can work. “About a billion times since you got home last night.” Austin rolled his eyes. “Don’t be rude.” Suzie nudged his side, making him double over like it hurt. I giggled because I love Suzie. She’s fucking awesome, and her strength is off the charts. I love how she can so easily hurt someone. She’s like Spider-man, always having to hold back her full strength. That kind of control is crazy. I don’t think I could manage it. I barely manage to control Eclipse’s power. ‘I control my power, thank you very much.’ Eclipse snorted. “Control, babe. Play hitting requires a lighter touch.” Austin said, rubbing his side. Suzie rolled her eyes but gently rubbed Austin’s back and kissed his cheek to soothe his pain and likely ego. I’d feel bad for my brother, but he’s the one mated to the chick with super strength. He needs to toughen up. “I see the Gibson strength has carried on.” Léonel smiled. “The Gibson strength? You know my mom’s family?” Suzie blinked as her attention turned to Léonel. “Yes, we’re distant cousins. My grandmother, Bethany Gibson, is Christopher Gibson’s sister. Making your grandfather Stephen Gibson my first cousin once removed and your mother my second cousin.” Léonel explained. “Whoa, that’s kind of cool. I knew Mom was from les Ombres Sanctifiées. I didn’t realize we were cousins of the Darby family. That means… Leo, we’re cousins and in-laws. And I’m related to Shikoba and Shannon.” Suzie smiled at this revelation. “Hell yeah!” Leo held their hand up for a high five that Suzie gently returned. “N-E-Way.” I smiled, squeezing Auðr’s hand again. “Now that you’ve met, Auðr and I are going to my room to talk.” “Right ‘talk’.” River chuckled. “River, knock it off.” Mom scolded. “That’s fine, Sage. Come back outside when you’re done talking. You still need to eat dinner, and we’d like a chance to talk with Auðr.” Hale said. “Great. We’ll be back later.” I waved and tugged Auðr to follow. “See you later, Uncle Auðr. Do try and behave.” Léonel taunted, earning him a middle finger from Auðr as we returned inside. “You really didn’t want to meet my family, huh?” I asked, letting his hand go as soon as we were out of eyesight. “Sage, I’m over a hundred years old. Meeting the parents isn’t a thing I do.” Auðr sighed. “I agreed to come here so we could talk. That’s all. And I mean talking, not what your win was implying.” “Okay.” I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. “Come on, my room’s in the basement.” I waved for him to follow me as I headed for the stairs. “Why do you have a room in the basement? I’d think this house has enough rooms upstairs, and you and River would have your rooms and still have a room for your parents.” Auðr commented as he followed me. “Maybe if Austin and Suzie didn’t live here too.” I shrugged. “River and I were sharing a room. Then Leo moved in, and I took the basement that Dad finished as a bedroom with a full bath. I didn’t want to sleep in a room with a couple on either side of me.” “That makes sense,” Auðr said. I nervously opened my bedroom door and led him in. I’d taken down any of the posts of him I had up. I left the band posts that were just their ankh symbol. He knows I’m a fan, so there’s no reason to hide that. I sat on the bed and gestured for him to sit, too. “You can sit on the bed too, or if you want the space, I have my desk chair.” I offered. Auðr ran a hand over his face but sat on the bed. Maybe there is hope for our mating after all. “Sage, you need to see this from my perspective. I’m not trying to come off as a dick or rude. I’m an old and very gay vampire in a fairly famous band.” He gestured to the poster on my wall. “And I’m an eighteen-year-old non-binary demisexual hybrid werewolf who likes dick and tends to dress more femme despite having a dick. So what? I don’t see how any of that changes that we’re mates.” I countered. “The same point I’ve been making this whole time. Vampires do not have fated mates. And there’s never been a case of a werewolf having a vampire or any other species beyond a human as a fated mate that I know of.” Auðr said. “Hold on.” I jumped off the bed and grabbed the big Firewolf mating book at my desk. “This is an ancient book on all werewolf mating. It’s been maintained by Luna Aurelia’s birth pack for centuries. Dad asked the keeper, Mr. Tracey, to borrow it.” I explained as I returned and opened the book. “Okay. And what’s it say about vampires?” Auðr asked, leaning closer to look. “Well…” I frowned, turning to the section about vampires. “There is zero chance of a werewolf being mated to a vampire. Due to the species’ longstanding dislike for each other, chosen mating between them is exceptionally rare. As such, the chances of a lupire, the hybrid offspring of a female werewolf and male vampire, are extremely low. In the species’ history, only five confirmed lupires have been born. Only one confirmed lupire had a wolf spirit.” Auðr read the paragraph. “Just because there haven’t been documented matings doesn’t mean it’s impossible. I know what I feel, Auðr. My wolf knows what he feels. We could be the first vampire and werewolf fated mates. And look...” I pointed to the page. “There is still documentation on the mating between a werewolf and vampire couple. They wouldn’t know this if it hadn’t happened, even if they know it because of those rare chosen matings.” I said. “Sage…” Auðr sighed but didn’t argue like I thought he would. “Should a werewolf take a vampire mate, their mating must occur during a blood moon to ensure the survival of both parties.” I read, pointing to the line. “See, werewolves and vampires can be mates, even if this book doesn’t have a documented example of a fated couple like us.” “Great. From entertainment and music magazines to being in a dusty werewolf book.” Auðr rolled his eyes. “You might call it a dusty werewolf book, but being put in this book means we’re werewolf history. Generations of werewolves will know about us long after we’re gone.” I chuckled and nudged his side. “I still haven’t decided this is something I’d want. No offense to you, Sage, but I’ve never wanted to be married or after I became a vampire mated.” Auðr said. I took a deep breath and closed the book. I was trying to prepare myself for what was coming. I didn’t want to be rejected, but I can’t make Auðr want to be with me. I can’t make him take a chance and accept the gift the Goddess has given us. “If you’re going to reject me, just be quick about it. Then I suggest getting as far away as possible. Cause I don’t know what my family will want to do to you in the aftermath.” I warned. “Sage… I’m not…” Auðr sighed. “I don’t know what I want, alright. I’m attracted to you and deny that as much as I like being around you, especially touching you, it sends sparks through me.” “Then what are we going to do? Eclipse and I want to be with our mate. We want this. We want you.” I asked, trying to understand. “I’m not entirely sure. I have three more shows this month before we get a month off. After those shows, if you want to meet and see where this could go, I’m okay with that.” Auðr offered. “And what about between now and then? Are we in relationship limbo?” I asked. “We can still talk since I’ll be on the road, and I can’t exactly bring you with me. And not because of Rune or any others in the band. All of our expenses are covered by the label and paid for. Adding a person adds expense, adds additional need for security, and draws attention from fans and the media.” Auðr explained. “Yeah, your fans… like the ones you hook up with?” I asked, remembering the guy from last night. “Are you really going to sit here and slut shame me?” Auðr asked, arching his brow. “Sorry. Jealousy is a bitch, and there was a guy at the club last night who pissed Eclipse and me off, saying he was your hook up in San Fransisco.” I admitted. “Ahh. I won’t say I’m sorry because I don’t control people. And I can’t say you won’t run into people I’ve slept with if this becomes something.” Auðr sighed. “Will I run into NEW people you’ve slept with? Like people you’ve fucked since meeting me?” I asked, terrified and pissed at the very idea. “What? No.” Auðr shook his head. “If we agree in seeing where this goes, I wouldn’t be fucking other people. I may never have tried monogamy, but I know how it works.” I grinned and, without thinking, threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kissed him. I couldn’t help him. He was going to give us a chance. He wasn’t accepting me as his mate and offering to mark me at the next blood moon. But it wasn’t a rejection, and that’s all I could ask for. Our make-out session, however, wasn’t long-lived, as I heard Dad in our link. ‘Sage, I don’t want to interrupt, but you and Auðr must come upstairs immediately. Alpha Logan and some elders from Steelcrest are here looking for you.’ Dad said. Alpha Logan? Here? Looking for me? Steelcrest? Why did that name sound familiar and ominous? I guess I was going to find out.Ooo Auðr just agreed to give their relationship a shot. But what could Logan and Steelcrest elders want?
The bathroom mirror reflected Evie and me standing side by side, and for a moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at how surreal everything felt. My soft pink lace dress hugged my figure, the delicate floral appliqués shimmering faintly under the warm bathroom light. The fitted bodice gave way to a flowing A-line skirt, and the soft curls of my hair framed my face, half pinned up at Evie’s suggestion. It was rare that I felt this beautiful, but tonight wasn’t just any night—it was Valentine’s Day, and for the first time, I had someone to share it with. Evie adjusted the sweetheart neckline of her lavender mermaid gown, and I turned to watch her. The dress hugged her figure like it was made just for her, the appliquéd beads catching the light with every slight movement. Her brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, soft waves framing her glowing amber eyes. She caught me staring and smirked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re staring again, you know.” “Can you blame me?” I teased, step
It was well into the evening when persistent knocking pulled me from blissful sleep. My body felt heavy, and I blinked in confusion, slowly realizing that Sophie’s bare back lay beneath my hand. Memories of our bond flooded back—her teeth at my neck, the thrill of becoming mates. The knocking came again, sharper this time. As I lifted my head, I noticed Sophie sleeping peacefully, her dark hair splayed around her. I almost ignored the sound to stay curled around her warmth, but my wolf, Noria, grew annoyed. My phone lay dead on the sofa; I had missed any calls. Reluctantly, I slipped from her side, pulling on some clothes and tying my messy hair into a ponytail. I glanced at my reflection—happy but tired. I shut the bedroom door quietly and moved to the front door, where the knocking continued urgently. I peered through the peephole and recognized my parents, Andrew and Roxanne. A wave of unease washed over me. My parents rarely showed up unannounced. Taking a deep breath, I open
Evie placed her hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. My heart fluttered, filled with anticipation. Her gaze dropped to my lips, the questions swirling in her mind. Before she could speak, I gripped her sweater and pulled her closer, our torsos bumping together. A soft gasp escaped her, and our restraint snapped. We kissed hungrily, with a fervor that bordered on desperation. All the pent-up longing, the nights I’d lain awake in France, imagining my mate and our first night together, now guided every motion. The taste of her lips intoxicated me, and I sighed against her mouth, letting her slip her arms around my waist. A strangled moan escaped my throat when her fingers skated under my sweater, brushing the warm skin beneath. Between kisses, we shed more layers. First, my sweater, then hers, tossed onto the floor. A flush heated my skin when I realized I was standing here in my bra and pants. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt self-conscious, but E
I stood in the doorway of my apartment, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure Sophie could hear it. The overhead lamp cast a warm light across the living room, illuminating the scattered evidence of my messy lifestyle—music sheets, guitar cables, and a precariously tilted cello case. She and I had come all this way—quite literally, on her part—and the reality that she was truly here, in my space, felt surreal. Sophie’s breath fanned across my cheek as she leaned in, and the tension in the air crackled with electric anticipation. My pulse raced, every inch of me straining toward her. The fresh scent of her skin—warm and a little sweet—curled around my senses, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. Her gray-blue eyes searched my face, and I realized she was waiting for me to close the final gap between us. I whispered her name, unable to control the tremor in my voice. The corner of her mouth quirked with the slightest hint of a smile, and I felt a surge of daring race th
Standing in my childhood bedroom in Paris, I considered canceling my flight for a Valentine’s Day mate gathering in Silverclaw. My father insisted I wouldn’t meet my mate if I stayed in Les Hurleurs Sanctifiés, the pack I grew up in. At twenty-one, I was well past the age when many wolves find their mates; friends had found theirs by eighteen or nineteen. My mother encouraged me, saying the bond was worth the effort. So, as Valentine’s Day approached, I gave in and booked my flight to Portland, Oregon, the nearest major airport to the Silverclaw Pack in Washington. It all made sense on paper: attend the mate gathering, meet wolves from other packs, and perhaps walk away with the partner fate had promised me since birth. In my heart, though, I was nervous. What if it turned out the same as all the other mate gatherings? What if I left, still feeling that lonely ache in my chest? I pushed away the thought as best I could. The flight was long—from Paris to Amsterdam and then to Portland
Winters in Bloodmoon have always been beautiful, but it’s the kind of beauty best shared with someone else. I had no someone else. I was alone in my tiny apartment, in that awkward in-between place where my wolf demanded companionship I still hadn’t found. I’m eighteen, living on my own for the first time, enrolled at the University of Portland for music…and mateless. It was lonely in ways I couldn’t describe to my friends. At university, my classmates saw a seemingly normal freshman, a girl with a bright smile, wavy brown hair, and a knack for the cello. They didn’t see how my wolf, Noria, prowled inside me, restless and craving that fabled mate bond. It was a Friday night, one I should have spent partying or doing anything with friends. Instead, I planned an evening of tragic solitude. I’d just flopped onto my sofa, halfheartedly scrolling through N*****x. My reflection in the dark TV screen caught my eye first: hair tumbling past my shoulders in loose brown waves, warm-toned skin w