When I arrive home Aiden isn't home. I take this as a chance to look through the book. I skim, looking for references to the Destiny Wolves. It doesn't take long to find the first passage referencing them, yet already my nerves are set on fire.
'With more power than one wolf should possess, the destiny wolves can either be the savour or destruction of the wolves as a species. The only wolves capable of beating the Lycan's, the Destiny Wolves are coveted by all packs, with even the Lycan's willing to accept them as a chosen mate' I shut the book. I can't. If I keep reading now, I will make myself fear everyone at the summit. I pack the book in the suitcase ready for Sunday. Tomorrow I need to ensure I am not only ready to go, but also prepare to face Aiden. I shower, trying to keep my mind blank as I go on robot mode, putting myself to bed. I need to be ready, and having a good sleep could only benefit. Tomorrow I need to not only be ready to go, but also explain this all to Aiden. After hours of tossing, turning and overthinking, darkness finally takes me. After a restless sleep, I drag myself out of bed. Time to face the day. It takes hours to find a dress, get my hair cut and my nails done. I don't normally care for these things but I knew it was expected. Anything less would be offensive to the royal wolves and the lycans. Offending them could mean death to my whole pack, not to mention the way it would represent the way Aiden raised me. When I arrive home, it's late. The light is on, and I feel the anxiousness coming from the house. He knows. Aiden doesn't know I sense his emotions. I sense others too but have learned to place up a barrier. Never wanting to know. I choose when to let it down, sometimes I slip but mostly I can control it. With Aiden the barrier never worked without a lot of effort. I knew it was my connection to him. I wanted to know, needed to know how he was feeling, to protect him. As I open the door, he instantly stands defensively. "No Armina" he says, Dimitri pushing at his barrier. "Did you know?" I demand, "about my parents?" I add, not letting him answer. "That I was royal?" I push, feeling his anxiety rise. His nervous. Another emotion comes through, which makes my anger rise. Guilt. "You knew?!" I scream, shocked. The table near him starts shaking. "This whole fucking time?!" Aurora growls, anger coursing through us both. "I suspected" he admits. Shame filling his emotions. Aurora just as angry and she knows how much this has always plagued me. "Your eyes, the colour, it always made me question your heritage, but I never knew for sure" he admits. "I couldn't do more research without bringing attention to us, I wanted to protect you" the words that once comforted me having the opposite effect. "Do I look like I need protecting?!" I demand, the plates on the table flying into the wall. Aiden's eyes change. An emotion I've never seen him show towards me. Fear. I calm instantly. Shame filling my body. I don't want him scared of me. "I'm sorry" I state. "Training went well then?" He asks, looking to the broken glass on the floor. "We didn't really train, just talked, I don't know about that" I say looking towards the table. "It's just becoming easier to do" I state, knowing within myself it won't take long to control. 'It's just an extension of our will' Aurora states, 'when we are angry it shows', when we want to show our power, it comes forward. 'Think what we could do; we can protect our pack Aurora, we can protect Aiden' I smile. "Does that smile mean we're okay?" Aiden asks; letting us have our moment. "I'm going Aiden, the answers I need are there" I state, looking into his worried eyes. He looks defeated. "Okay Armina, but please. Stay safe. I will be by your side the whole time" I nod. "You look beautiful by the way" he says, coming closer and touching my hair. "Leon said you're his date?" He asks. I laugh. "Only to be allowed to go, I'd never disrespect my mate that way" Aidens eyes glow. "I know my daughter, you've always had a pure heart" he smiles, leaning in to kiss my forehead. "Go have your long ass boiling hot shower; we leave early and it's late" I smile. It's after midnight. His right, I need rest. The shower does its magic, I pull on my comfy pyjamas and smile as I finish packing my bag. Tomorrow I get answers, answers I have needed my whole life. I fall asleep easily. Knowing we need our rest and exhausted from the previous night. The morning comes quick. The drive is long. Aiden, Ethan & Leon are quiet, only occasionally discussing pack business that needs to be brought before the summit. Additions to the pack hospital; shortages in resources and negotiations for safe passage with our neighbouring packs. We don't mention Eclipse. Knowing that Aiden is always especially sensitive. Their new alphas the twins; Tristan and Nathanial are expected to attend, having overthrown their cruel father Caleb. Caleb was the reason for the death of half of our pack, including Elena. He slit her throat as retribution for Aiden's refusal to transfer to their pack. Not before attempting to rape her. She wouldn't allow it, fighting back against him until he killed her out of frustration. All in front of Aiden, as several Eclipse pack members injected him with wolvesbane and forced him to watch on Caleb's orders. Aiden never recovered. He killed every member who held him down but by the time he regained his strength Caleb was gone. They hadn't seen each other since. Aiden had wanted war, but our pack would have never survived, Ethan refusing and trying to make him see sense. I hold Aidens hand, knowing that seeing Caleb's sons would be painfully on his mind. This is the first year Eclipse leaders will be attending in many years, as Caleb never wanted to attend. He refused to bow to anyone, which would have resulted in the lycans and royals ending his pathetic life. Too bad. I catch Leon watching me a lot on the drive. Out of curiosity I let my barrier down, letting myself feel his feelings. I instantly regret it. A feeling of lust and longing fill me; along with confusion. I shut him back out. Choosing to look out the window. I've never left the pack grounds, it's beautiful out here, the thickness of the trees, the openness of the fields. All of it reminding me there is a world outside of Blood Moon. Leon continues to watch me but I ignore him, I can't let myself feel for Leon. His not my mate and never will be. It's easy to tell when we reach the royal Lycan grounds, the flowers; expensive water features, perfectly landscaped surroundings. It is beautiful. That and the sense of power coming off everything in waves. The house comes into view and I gasp. The house is exquisite, a mansion spanning over blocks. The house must easily have 50 bedrooms, housing the most elite lycans. As the car comes to a stop, people wait in suits to take our bags. The moment I step out of the car, the wind surrounds me as Aurora starts yapping. 'What's going on?' I ask, confused. 'I think our mate is here' She says. I look around. I can't sense anyone. 'Are you sure?' 'His close Armina, I promise' a smile fills my face. His here. My mate, the other half of us. Aiden tenses beside me as I search. I feel his anxiety coming off in waves which distracts me from our mate search. I hold his hand. "I'm here for you Aiden" I state. He smiles tensely. "I know," he says in return. Suddenly a strong smell surrounds me. It smells like rain and fresh soil, a rainforest, a waterfall and all of the nature that has always been my escape in one. My mouth waters as I feel Aidens anxiety reach its peak. "There here" he states as a male voice that sounds like music fills my ears "MATE"..Armina's perspective: My body aches, but his words send fire over my skin, needing to experience whatever his mind had planned in that moment. We basically run back, neither of us wanting to wait even a minute longer. I'm basically praying no one is awake yet, that we don't have to wait. Luckily luck is one our side, we manage to sneak in like teenagers, anticipation almost torture as Tristan locks his door; her eyes blazing orange as he turns to me. "Want to try those toys we ordered?" He smirks, shit. I'd almost forgotten about that. We'd all picked them out, one of the few nights we all got to spend together. I nod, nervous. "Strip" he growls, I don't hesitate, taking the dress off instantly. He watches me closely, his eyes moving across my skin hungrily. "Don't move" he orders. When he returns, his holding the few ties he owns. "Lay down on the bed" his alpha voice has me clenchin
Tristan's perspective: I can't help but watch her as her breathing slows, sleep taking his over as she snuggles into my chest. The feeling of her skin on mine offering the comfort I didn't even realise I've needed this whole time. She is truly amazing. The image of her head thrown back, screaming my name having my manhood somehow growing again. I can never get enough of this woman. Not wanting to disturb her, I gently lift her head from my shoulder, replacing it gently with a pillow. As I stand I find myself watching my mate. The redness on her hips from our passion, the swollen lips. She looks like she's straight out of a history book, a true goddess reborn. Her blonde wavy hair frames her face, she looks so peaceful. I smile, she's mine. She's actually mine. If I've somehow been blessed with her as my mate, then clearly I've done something right in this life. Knowing I won't be able to sleep after my earlier nig
Armina's perspective: His tongue is relentless, claiming every part of my mouth. As he pulls back, I see the same need and passion I feel reflected back at me. "This mouth" he smiles, his fingers gently pulling on my bottom lip. His finger gently entering my mouth. I tease him, sucking on his finger hard, before gently nibbling on him. His eyes blaze, watching me closely as he moves it in and out of my mouth. I keep my eyes on his, feeling powerful as I see his control slip. "Now you going to be a good girl?" he whispers, "Yes" I whisper around his finger. He smirks, the smirk that has made my knees weak since the moment I laid eyes on him. "I want to fuck this perfect mouth" he whispers; his mouth moving to my ear as he nibbles on my lobe, "I want it" I moan under his touch, craving the taste of his pleasure. "If it gets too much, you tell me" he whispers, his tongue moving along my ear. I nod, lost. I want it. I
Armina perspective: We sleep for a while, I feel Tristan move in his sleep, my eyes opening as I see the frown on his features. "Nathanial, NO!" He suddenly yells. Fuck. His having a nightmare. "Tristan, hey wake up" I try gently, shaking his arm. "NATHANIAL!" He screams louder. "Tristan!" I shake him harder. "Armina, no please, stay back" his body jerks, like his fighting someone in his sleep. "TRISTAN WAKE UP!" I yell, losing all gentleness. His eyes shoot open, recognition coming into affect as he looks around the cave. "Armina?" His voice is horse, gently sitting up as he rubs his eyes. "It was a dream Tristan" I reassure him, rubbing his back gently. His body moves quickly, his mouth smashing against mine. His tongue pushing into my mouth as I feel his desire coursing through him, into me. His hands move down my body, gently squeezing my hips as he pulls my roughly onto his lap. The daze of sleep forgotton as his mouth moves down, taking my nipple into his mouth as his hands
Tristan's perspective: When I woke up from that dream, the small amount of sleep I had managed to get I was ashamed. I had been so busy lost in my self, my failure, I didn't realise how bad I was messing everything up. Feeling how easily Armima forgives me, the way her body comes alive under my touch I feel beyond grateful for this incredible human being. "Don't ever leave me" the words escape, my thoughts deciding they needed to be heard. I watch her eyes go wide, the sadness and grief matching my own as she pulls my head into her neck, her hands in my hair. "I will never leave you" her voice cracking. "I plan on spending many decades right here where I belong" I promise feeling his chest heaves as he cries softly against me. I hold onto my man. The man who has tried for too long to be strong for everyone else. Letting his own pain and suffering come last to everyone else. "I'm here Tristan, I'm always going to be here" I whisper, letting him let out his pain. "I love you Trista
Armina's perspective: As I kiss Tristan with all I'm worth I can't help but feel a sense of guilt, feeling this kind of happiness so soon to losing part of my soul. But then there is this other voice in my head; telling me this is what Nathanial would have wanted. He wouldn't want us to spend our lives sad, lost in the grief that was so close to crushing us alive. 'Live for me' His voice is clear in my mind, as if he is standing right beside me whispering in my head. My tongue moves with Tristan's. The slow feeling of desire building within me until my body feels the overwhelming need to feel my mate. "Tristan" I moan as he lips make their way to my neck, kissing me gently as my body tingles, my legs clenching together to hold in the scent of my desire. "Come with me?" He suddenly whispers, pulling back and offering me his hand. I don't think, instead just taking his hand and letting him guide me. As we reach the rocks; I know where he is taking me. To the place we conne