Something was different.The moment that August walked into the house, Mercy could tell that something had changed. The weight in his eyes was unsettling, and when he looked at her, she felt like she needed to sit down.She felt like she needed to melt into the floorboards.“What is it?” she asked. “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”“Nothing is wrong,” his mouth told her, but his eyes still said differently. “But we need to talk.”“Did… something happen?” she asked.August shook his head and came to her where she stood at the kitchen counter. She’d been cooking. Not that it was something she was good at, but she’d been trying. She had to wonder if she’d ever even done it before, but she knew how to read, so she could follow a recipe, or at least she thought she could.“Can you go to the living room, or is there something in the oven?” he asked her.Mercy’s eyes went to the counter. Half of the ingredients for a cake were in a bowl. The oven was preheating. She turned it off “
August sat in his office, staring at his phone, wondering if he should keep his promise to Mercy and not make the calls he had planned on making or go ahead and call her home pack and Great Moon as he had planned. He understood that she said she didn’t care about her past anymore, but he had to wonder if she would ever be truly safe here as long as those other packs were out there wondering what had become of her.Once they found out that she was there, with him, would they come for her? Should he arrange to make some sort of trade for her? Clearly, she was valuable. Her powers must’ve meant something to them. But then, he didn’t want Mercy to think that he was trying to buy her.He didn’t think that Silent Moon would come to her. They had been compensated for her already by Alpha Rider. It was already clear that Alpha Rider intended to come for her eventually. He had to know that she was there, that she was just across the river. The only reason he hadn’t come yet was because he was
Lying in bed next to August was comforting in a way Mercy couldn’t quite put into words, despite the fact that she was unsettled deep within her soul. She knew that she would be until something happened between herself and Alpha Rider. August felt responsible for her like it was his battle to fight for her. But Mercy didn’t feel that way. She knew she’d have to face him herself, and when she did, she’d have to put the matter to rest once and for all.August’s arm was around her waist, and he had her pulled tight against his chest. Even facing away from him, his manly scent was strong, and she was reminded of the ocean, despite the fact that she had no idea if she’d ever actually been there or not. Coming to grips with the fact that she didn’t have to remember what had happened to her before or where she’d come from had given her a sort of freedom she hadn’t expected before, but at moments like this, she wished she knew if the images of the ocean and the beach that filled her mind were
Aletha didn’t look familiar to Mercy at all. In a way, she was a little relieved when she walked into the cafe to find the woman and didn’t recognize her. Aletha waved her over to her table, greeting her with a smile, and Mercy said hello back, shaking the hand that was offered to her, but the face she was staring at may as well have belonged to someone she’d never met before in her life. Just like every other face she’d seen since she arrived here.“So… where are your kids?” Mercy asked as they both sipped the drinks the waiter brought to them.“Alpha August got them settled in school this morning,” Aletha explained. “It’s different here than it was in the old pack. I don’t have to teach them myself.” Aletha smiled and took a sip of her coffee.Mercy smiled and nodded as if she knew the difference, but she didn’t. She didn’t have kids herself, so she hadn’t really done much to investigate how school worked here, and she had no idea how it had worked at their old pack. “Do they like i
Waiting for an attack wasn’t fun. August would’ve much rather have launched one himself. But he had no reason to do so. Not yet anyway. Not according to pack rules. While August could argue that Rider had committed atrocities against pack members, all August had as proof was the word of a couple of ex-pack members. And one of them had amnesia.On the other hand, not only did Alpha Rider have cause to attack his pack, he was likely to do it at any time. August had already started taking precautions and preparing. He had his Omegas preparing, practicing over time. He also had increased patrols and set up some other lines of defense around the perimeter of the village.August walked around outside and saw that the trainers were taking a group of Omegas through their paces, getting them ready to fight, not just in case Rider attacked but just because it was something all Omegas needed to be able to do. In fact, in August’s pack, even Gammas had to learn how to fight just in case. From the
Walking through the pack, Mercy began to realize that people were recognizing her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. At first, it was odd having people she didn’t know greet her by name. But when weeks turned to months, and she began to learn who a few of the people in the village were as well, it became nice to know some of the villagers.“Good morning, Mercy,” Bill, the man who ran the post office said one morning as Mercy went to town to grab some coffee. She found that walking to the coffee shop each morning gave her something to do. Since August still didn’t want her to work, she had to find something to keep herself busy. By now, her hair had grown out, and it was almost all blonde. She’d cut the black off as it got longer, and now it was a little past her shoulders, and only the last few inches were black.“Good morning, Bill,” she called back. “It’s a nice spring day. I bet that will be nice for your delivery routes.”“It will be,” he said. “As long as it doesn’t rain t
Something seemed to be bothering Mercy. August wasn’t sure what it was, but all evening, ever since he’d come home from work, and they’d sat down to dinner, he’d noticed there was something weighing on her mind.Recently, his mother had taken to working the evening shifts at the healing center. At first, August had told Patricia that wasn’t necessary, but now that he had evenings to himself to share with Mercy, he was sort of glad to have the house to themselves. It was almost as if they were a married couple. Sometimes August almost forgot that they weren’t married–that he hadn’t even told her how much she truly meant to him yet.As they finished up their pork chops, which his staff had so excellently prepared for them, he began to wonder if perhaps that was part of the problem. She’d been in his home for so many months now, sharing his bed for a couple of those. Was she beginning to wonder exactly what the nature of their relationship was, or was August reading too much into her exp
Mercy problem shouldn’t have said anything. For the next few days, August was acting strange, and she knew he was probably trying to figure out how to get her out of his house. After all, she had all but insinuated that she thought she was supposed to be his Luna just because she’d been staying with him.And sharing his bed.She felt really silly, though. For all she knew, August slept with all sorts of women in the pack, and she was just the newest of the women he’d invited into his home–and into his bed.One afternoon, a few days after the conversation she’d had with him, she was in the kitchen, cleaning up, when Patricia came in. “Oh, hi there, Mercy,” she said. “August just called. He said that he has something he’d like to talk to you about. Would you mind meeting him at the restaurant downtown?”Mercy stared at her for a moment. It seemed so strange that August’s mother would be giving her such a message. “The restaurant?” she said. “Okay.” The cook had already asked if they’d