Violet loses her parents as a young child and is brought up by an elderly aunt. As she approaches her 17th birthday her life is turned upside down when her Aunt tells her that the life she has built with her must end - she has to go to learn about the background of her father. Secrets have been kept and those secrets turn Violet’s life upside down! Not only does she have to accept that her father wasn’t what she thought he was, but she too, is something she didn’t even realise existed! It seems a whole plan was in place for if something happened to her parents, including learning of her background and all it means. So Violet is sent to Autumn Moon Pack where an elderly relative of her father’s still lives to give Violet chance to be surrounded by others like her. In truth, she plans to learn what she needs to and leave to live alone like her father before her. But will meeting the handsome Beta, who seems quite taken with her, change her mind?
Voir plusI sit staring out to the lake once again. Another year has flown by since they had passed. I come here to remember them as it had been one of our favourite places to visit as a family. Not that we were a family for very long. My Mum, Dad and me.
They had been together a lot longer than I had had with them, but I only got six years with them before the day of the accident. Until the day that lorry hurtled into our car on that icy night. It is still puzzling how I had survived and they hadn’t. But that is what had happened, leaving me, a young girl, parentless, an orphan. Scared and alone in a very strange world, having to accept that her parents would not be coming home. All because of some drunk truck driver having a bad day, and falling asleep at the wheel.
Nearly eleven years on and the pain when I think of it still hurts just as much. That is why I have chosen not to think about it. Simply choosing to block it out as much as I humanly could, allowing myself this one day a year to remember them properly. I was lucky to be placed with an old aunt of my Mum’s once they were gone, as bizarrely, there seemed to be no other family out there. And while Aunt Della is a little strange to say the least, she has done good by me.
I would obviously rather have had had my parents, I mean, who wouldn’t, given the chance, but Aunt Della was a pretty awesome substitute, and she made sure I felt loved and cared for. She made sure I kept my memories of my parents no matter how much they hurt.
Each year on the anniversary of the car accident I had come to the lake with Aunt Della, to lay flowers to watch them float away in the icy water, or to sit them on the frozen lake, depending on how cold the weather had been. But in the last few years, Aunt Della was struggling with moving as much, thanks to old age unfortunately, so I had begun to come alone in my remembrance ritual.
And here I was, sitting on a bench alongside the lake, watching the flowers I had brought with me gently float away on the breeze across the lake. Remembering the wonderful couple that had been my parents. It became harder as time went by to remember them, and I have to admit, that hurts me. You should not forget your parents when they are gone. But when they leave you when you are so young it is hard to maintain their memory and keep those memories fresh. So hard without help.
I miss them terribly. But I like to think somewhere in heaven, or an equivalent somewhere up in the netherworld, they are happy together still. Side by side. Smiling. Making each other laugh. Without the stresses of the world in which we live weighing heavily on their shoulders any longer. And that they are looking over me feeling proud. That is the one thing I hope I am able to do – make them proud if they are actually able to watch over me.
They had always been so in love, that is what I remember, and what I have been told. So happy. Meant to be together. I guess the way every girl dreams for a relationship to be. My Mum had found her dream guy. It just seemed cruel their lives were whipped away from them so they could not enjoy their lives together.
I feel the snow begin to fall once more, drifting down through the sky down onto my skin making me shiver. My long auburn hair is now littered with fragile, beautiful snowflakes. I love this time of year. But, I think it was time to go home, before I ended up with frostbite! I had not dressed practically when I came out, only wearing jeans and a hoodie with my converse. I was so not one for thinking practically. Though what 16 year old does?
I move back to the path and headed back toward the town again to head for home. Glad to have remembered my Mum and Dad again, despite thinking of them fleetingly every day, I liked to do this on the anniversary of their death each year. To remember them properly. Aunt Della said it was to remember them but also to celebrate that I was still here, something she tells me she was forever grateful for. She is sweet bless her. I truly don't know what I would do without her.
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Dear Diary…..
Another year without them. Did the usual remembrance procedure. In the snow too, which makes me think they were with me, because they knew how much I loved it when it snowed. Hate that Aunt D isn’t able to come do this with me anymore. Makes me feel so much more alone. Getting scared, I am close to losing her. I mean she is getting old after all. I hate that Mum and Dad aren’t here. I see my friends with their parents, and wish I still had mine. I can’t help but feel jealous of friends when they talk about their family. It makes me wonder if Mum and Dad still been around, if I would have had a better life? Had siblings? Been happier? Just don’t get why they had to be the ones that were taken away. Why both of them too? Why leave a young girl with no parents? It just seems so wrong. And what will happen if something happens to Aunt D? I will have nobody. I truly would be alone. So I just got to hope she is still around for a long time to come yet. Got to think positive, like she told me to.
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Dear Diary… Well, how can life change in the space of a year? By a crazy amount when you learn your parents lied. Or perhaps not so much lied but kept secrets from you. Secrets do nothing but make life difficult. Make life twisted and they hurt when they are finally revealed. But the secrets in the end brought me the happiness and life I was meant to have. Could the secrets have been part of the fate that led me here? Who knows? Having learned the things I have about being a werewolf, and how the beliefs are, fate plays a big part in our lives. Perhaps the path my life took was all a part of fate's plan... A path that brought me to the Autumn Moon Pack. To Tate. The handsome, mysterious Beta. The sweetest, kindest man I had ever met, that I was able to call mine. All because of a goddess I had never heard of until I learned of my heritage as a werewolf, blessing him as my fated mate. My fated mate. My love. My future. And now the father to the little one I am carrying inside my
I wake up wrapped in the warm embrace of Tate. His head is resting on my shoulder. “Good morning beautiful” he whispers. I found myself chuckling. “Good morning to you too” I whispered back. “You know I am going to have to get you up and out of bed shortly for your training.” He says with a sigh. “Euurrgghh!” I grumbled. “But the bed is so warm and comfy!” Training has been going on almost each day since we returned to pack six months ago. Lachlan was relentless. Though I can’t blame him, Azaria was just as unrelenting too in her necessity for me to refine these gifts of mine and in her need to make me as strong as she could, both physically and mentally. “Oh. You mean you don’t want to stay in bed because of your handsome mate?” Tate huffs, flipping himself, so he was suddenly on all fours, leaning over me. I find myself smirking at his playfulness. We had most definitely refined our relationship and our gifts… “Perhaps I was just coming to that…” I teased,
The doctor leads us into Damien’s room. He is not looking good. Though what would I know? I am not a doctor. But he looks like he is at death’s door. And it scares me. But he is in the right place. Tate had told me this hospital had some good doctors, and I am sure Lachlan would do what he could to make sure he got the best care possible. Pierce led the rest of the family into the room. All looking equally shocked by the state of my grandfather. I doubt the doctors would allow us all to stay in here together for long before trying to throw us out. “What has the doctor said?” Adam asks, I am surprised he is here, expecting him to be with his son, though I can only assume his mate is there, as I have not seen here since we arrived. Lachlan looks up from where he was standing by the side of the bed, his grandfather not having moved since we walked in here. His eyes not having moved from his brother in the bed. “The doctor said he is stable now. Though he is badly injured. He
I watch her. Doing whatever it was she was doing. Speaking as someone else through her body? She is unreal. How did she manage that? Her eyes shifted, to a deeper blue. She looked like she was from another world for those few moments she spoke. An aura radiating off her that gave that otherworldly glow. The voice coming from her was unrecognizable to me. But the look on my grandfather’s face changed instantly. Color draining from his skin. Eyes wide open as he looked at her, and I could see tears in his eyes. ‘What the fuck?’ I mindlink Tate. ‘Not a clue. I thought Azaria was going to talk, she can do that like most of us can. But that is not her voice. That voice is not Azaria's. I do not know who that is.’ Tate says, yet his eyes have not left his mate. He looked fearful for her, not knowing what to expect. All these gifts are new to us. We don’t know how she will be with them. During them, or after them. What effect they could have on her. But Azaria clearly felt the
I stood watching Lachlan walking away from me. My skin turning cold hearing my brother’s name echoing through my mind. How can they seriously expect me to want to help him? He killed our mother. Kidnapped her. Then tortured her to the point of her death. No. Have they lost their damn minds? I look to Pierce. His eyes are dark, but he is watching me. A sad smile on his face. He knew of this? I find myself struggling to speak. No. Have they lost their damn minds? I can hear voices surrounding me, but they are not registering in my mind. This is madness. This made no sense. They had brought my brother back here. To the pack we had him exiled from. What the hell was Lachlan thinking? Was he even fit to be an Alpha of our great pack? Does he not know what this man was capable of? Suddenly, a hand is on my shoulder, snapping out of my angry mind wandering. I realize there are many more unfamiliar faces surrounding me now. Unfamiliar. But yet they have a hint of familiarit
I stand waiting within the pack hospital as requested by my grandson. Things seem so hectic in the pack. My son dashing off here and there. I hate being old and not quite so able to help anymore. That used to be part of the role of Alpha I loved the most, the drama… the action. And I have to say it was something I missed as I got older, as I handed down the role to my son. Lachlan’s call was unclear. The signal was not good, and the reasoning behind him wanting me at the hospital was not quite explained. He just asked me to be here, saying I would be the best candidate for a blood donor if needed. I am not going to decline that, if somebody needs my help, it is there, no matter how old I am. I may feel like an old and decrepit man most days, but if I am still capable of helping, if it is needed, then I will be there. I may not be able to do much as a former Alpha and I miss that role and all that came with it, but if I can help, then they could rely on me. I had got here as quic
I watch as they drive away with my grandfather in the back of the truck. Fear is filling me. He looked dead. I was pushing toward him, trying to get to him, wanting to try to heal him. But Tate was mindlinking me, telling me to stand back, to not try this for the first time on him, not to risk his life further when I am not sure of what I am doing. Lachlan is taking charge. The voices are just a blur to me. I hear Adam saying that my grandfather’s wolf is dead. How can that be? He has been suffering, and nobody seemed to know other than his son. How much pain had this man had to endure? “Violet, come on now, we need to go.” Tate is leading me to a waiting car. I can only assume we are heading back to Autumn Moon. Azaria seems to have retreated once more. She is meant to be a gifted wolf yet seems to spend most of her time hiding in the outer edges of my mind. Though my lack of experience of how to deal with her maybe doesn’t help. My body was in a daze. Nothing around me reg
I feel my wolf pushing through and shifting once more, my body adjusting and altering of its own accord, turning into Rye, the dark gray form of my wolf. He seems to have pushed me right to the back. I can sense his anger. I don’t know what happens, but he is suddenly moving toward the two wolves still fighting alongside us, and before I know it, and because they are so engrossed in attacking one another, Rye pounces… Bringing his jaw down on the neck of the Alpha, clamping his teeth into the neck and sinking them in before twisting. The Alpha realizes what is happening and tries to fight back, but the grip Rye has is too tight and the way in which the Alpha is moving is only making the situation worse for himself, as I hear a galling snap as his neck breaks, and he falls from the grip of Rye before Lachlans’s wolf takes him and attacks him once more, making sure he is dead. Aggressively dropping him to the floor once he is done with him, before his human form is suddenly pu
I check on little Alfie. He is still snoozing, his little eyes tightly shut as he is swaddled in his blankets tightly to protect him from the outside elements, as well as having been in the protective embrace of his parents as we have alternated in carrying him since leaving the hospital. He has slept so soundly since we left, and I am glad. Hopefully, he will stay that way until we reach this new pack. I did not expect all of this, but deep down I have to say I am glad. Our pack never offered us much, and the hospital did not have much in the way of options for our little one. We feared we would lose him. Hopefully, our new pack may be able to give us hope for a future for me and my family. My mate and our little one. The pain of losing our firstborn tore us down, but we worked through it and decided to try again. We were overjoyed to discover we were expecting another pup. Our beautiful child. The creation of our love and happiness of being mates. Only to discover he too had th
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