Milo’s POV We had been orchestrating our plan of attack since Lady Camille came and spent most of the day speaking with Lenora and I. Delilah went in and looked at Kas’s vision of Bronx killing her. She was able to study, evaluate, and determine details that Kas would never have been able to see. Delilah worked with her mother to help explain what they believed would cause the event, when it would happen and some ideas of how we could prevent it. Lady Camille had one of the coven’s sisters conference call into the meeting... well, sort of... she used magic instead of the actual phone, but she was there. She is a fortune teller, which I was sceptical of, but I listened respectfully anyways. She explained what would happen if we didn’t step in and stop Bronx. Short story: Kas would die. Bronx would be charged with murdering the Luna Regent of the Blood River pack and high treason. He would be executed for his crimes by the High Council and we wouldn’t be able to stop it. Then she t
Marco’s POV I know we’re about to give her the antidote, but seeing Kas laying there really got to me. I can feel a lump in my throat as I listen for her heartbeat. I already know she doesn’t have one. I start giving her chest compressions. A million memories of her hit me all at once. I feel a bit emotional as I continue to try to revive her. I watch Beta Milo, Gamma Reggie, James, and Tyree lead the Alpha out of the room. As soon as we know they are in the hallway, Beta Lenora pushes me to the side, giving Delilah room. Delilah pulls out a small bottle full of pink shimmery liquid. She squeezes Kas’s cheeks a little, making her blue lips pucker, then carefully pours the liquid in her mouth. “Go ahead, Marco,” she motions to me, “continue with the compressions. It will help move the antidote through her body.” I move back over and start CPR again. It feels like it’s taking forever. “Vámonos, Kas. You don’t get to go out like this. Not in this lifetime anyway. And definitely not o
Bronx’s POV For the first time in months, Saint is at peace. Quiet and settled. It’s a relief to not have to constantly be battling him for control. Not being influenced by his rage. After speaking with my therapist and several doctors, I decide to willingly stay in the hospital wing for a week for intensive treatment and to start medication to keep him stable. Kas has forgiven me. She is still upset with Saint, but she still loves him. She is willing to work on rebuilding their relationship. I don’t know how she does it, but I can feel she genuinely means it. It’s going to take a lot longer for me to forgive myself. Kas comes every morning for a therapy session with me. She brings homemade croissants and coffee with her. She holds my hand and listens intently to my darkest secrets. Things that I would never imagine telling her before. Things I have done that live in the darkest corners of my soul. She tells me what she needs from me and I tell her what I need from her in return.
Lenora’s POV My precious baby, Codi, is almost a month old and Milo and I are so in love with her. I can’t even remember what life was like before. I have never been a picture-taking person, but I’m pretty sure my phone storage is almost full of her and her with Milo. He has been snapping pics of his own too. “MILO! I have my boob out. Could you please not take a picture right now?” I laugh. “Sorry, Sugar. That one is just for me though, it’s beautiful.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. There’s a knock on the door, I put a cloth over my shoulder to cover myself up while he answers it. Bronx and Kas walk in holding hands with big smiles. “Hi Lenora! Where is Codi?” Kas asks, with an excited smile. “Under the blanket. She’s almost done eating. We’ll let Uncle Bronx burp her when she’s done.” Bronx freezes and his eye goes wide. Kas and I laugh at his reaction as I feel Codi unlatch. I pull her out from under the cloth and adjust my shirt. “Don’t worry Bronx, Milo will show
Bronx’s POV I don’t know how she did it, but Kas has flown through the first semester of her senior year classes. She wakes up with me so she can meet the tutor early while I am training with the pack warriors, then stays up late to get her homework done, except for essays. She saves those for our lazy day - Sundays. Her tutor tells me she has straight A’s except for History. Lex keeps telling her the books are wrong and convincing her to change the answers to be accurate. I mean, chances are, she was there, so how can anyone be mad at her? English on the other hand is her best subject. One of her projects is to write a poetry collection. She refuses to show it to me and tells me she doesn’t want me to criticize her work. I leave it alone but the tutor tells me it is inspiring. He wants to put them in a booklet to share with the high schoolers if he can get her to agree. “Kas, you don’t have to show me, but Mr. Ankers says he would like to publish it for the pack high school. That's
Kas's POV It's my birthday. It's Summer Solstice. It's also my freaking wedding day. I can't believe it. "One year together with you, Kas! It's been an exciting one!" Lex sings in my head. "Tell me about it. I'm so glad you're you, Lex." I smile at her. "I'm glad you're you too, Kas.” She purrs. “What do you think today will be like, Lex? I’ve never celebrated my birthday before. I’ve never gotten married before either." I wonder. “Well, I imagine people will be wishing you a happy birthday all day. You will probably get gifts too. It will be rude to decline them, so just smile and say thank you.” She advises. “Now that you're eighteen, your scent is going to be stronger. To Bronx and to other wolves. Bronx may be a little more protective, but he is also going to fall so much more in love with you too.” “Oh yeah, I remember them teaching us about that in health class.” I recall. I look out the living room window and see the hustle and bustle of the lawn being transformed for th
Bronx's POV Instead of an actual training, we have a class scheduled for other packs to understand our training programs. We do a ten-mile warm-up for those who want to participate, then we move onto the presentation. We have a few pack warriors who will be doing some demonstrations while I walk through our programs. I'm explaining the benefits of rest days where there is only light cardio and stretching when I feel a whisper on my neck. I flinch and look to the right, fully expecting to have to chastise Kas for leaving the packhouse without a guard, but she's not there. I smile to myself as I look at my watch. It's her meditation hour. She just reached out and touched me. My heart thumps a little harder knowing she is thinking about me. “Okay, now can we go see our mate? She wants to see us.” Saint begs. He doesn’t understand why we have to spend a full day apart when she is inside our apartment. “No, Saint. Later this evening. You and Lex will get to spend time together, then Kas
My heart clenches in my chest. I can feel tears in my eye as I put my hand over my mouth. The guests all gasp and whisper as they admire my mate and bow while she comes down the aisle. As they should. If I didn’t know it was Kas, I would have thought the Moon Goddess herself was making her way to the platform toward me. “That’s our mate?” Saint asks in awe. “Yeah, that’s our mate.” “She’s out of your league, man.” “Shut up, Saint. Just enjoy her beauty in silence.” Kas’s dress is long white and flowy with pleats to make it look more structured. There’s a belt that looks like a little rope wrapped around her waist. The shoulders of the dress are silver olive leaves that match the ones on my eyepatch. There is even more flowy material attached at the back of her shoulders that flows down and trails behind her like a train. She is wearing a wreath on her head that’s made of silver olive branches that makes her hair look even more sparkly. I look into her eyes, the vibrant violet of