LOGINMy heart is pounding hard in my chest as I pace the floor of my tiny bedroom. I'm sure if there were any werewolves around, they would be able to hear it. Right now I assume all of the occupants of the pack house are at the burning moon gathering.
I have most of my stuff already packed in an old suitcase that belonged to my Nana. I don't have a lot, mostly my clothing, old pictures, a few books, and a couple little things I picked from Nana's old house for keepsakes. I fill up my backpack with everything else, like the disposable cellphone Corbin gave me, money, important documents, toiletries, a book for the bus ride, a change of clothing and oh, my swear jar and Winston. Can't leave without my swear jar and Winston. Corbin told me that he'll come to my room tonight to take all my stuff to his car. He will then drive his car past the border inspection post where they don't usually check for anything other than the occupants of the car. I have to make my way on foot to where Corbin will be waiting just outside the border about a mile and a half from here. He is driving me to a little bus station in the next town over where nobody will recognize me. Corbin promised me that he'd be here at 9 pm. It's already 9.15 and I'm getting worried. What if they found out what we're planning to do? Nervously, I begin to tug and wrap my fingers around my braided hair. I have my jeans and a pair of sneakers on. It's a bit chilly tonight, so I've pulled on a dark grey sweater that used to belong to my Nana over my dark blue t-shirt. Her sweater will also be able to cover my scent a little when I'm in Corbin's car. Nana's faint but familiar scent helps to calm me a bit. I still jump when I hear a soft knock on my door. I think my eyes bugged out as soon as I see Corbin at my door with Wes standing next to him. It's bad enough that I have Corbin involved, I don't want Wes to be sucked into this as well. God knows what they'll do to us if we get caught. "Change of plans," says Corbin. "I needed him to cover for me but he wants to come with us. Don't waste time arguing with him. He's just as stubborn as you." Without waiting for my response, Corbin grabs my suitcase while Wes hoists my backpack onto his shoulder. Both of them look wary and pensive. Corbin goes first, carrying my suitcase with him. Wes turns to look at me. His eyes roam over my face for a while. "Freya, I--" he says. I look up at him expectantly but then he shakes his head and closes his mouth. Corbin and Wes have been friends forever. A little over a year ago, Wes confessed his feelings for me and we started dating. He was my first kiss. He was my first everything...until he found his mate, Elise, five months ago. I knew that would happen so I was prepared. It still hurt, I can't lie, but I'm happy for him. At least his mate, Elise is a nice girl. It's not like we're friends or anything, but she's not one of those girls who bully me. She mainly stays away and keeps things to herself. Wes is a nice guy and I believe he truly did care for me before he met his mate. He deserves a good mate and to be happy. "I'm going to miss you," he whispers finally before he too disappears with my backpack down the dark hallway. After ten minutes, and when I think they're off, I walk out of my bedroom. The whole house is dimly lit and eerily quiet. I try to walk casually so as not to arouse suspicion if anybody saw me. My heart refused to calm down even after I make it outside the pack house without encountering anyone. It seems that everyone is at the gathering. The former Luna was well loved. It's dark and windy outside. The moon is half covered by black heavy clouds. I start towards the driveway but then I change course when I see some movements not too far away. Patrolmen on duty. I start jogging towards the clearing where the burning moon gathering is being held. "I'm going to the burning moon gathering," I tell them without being asked. Darn it, Freya! Keep your mouth shut! I knew it! I know I won't make a good spy agent. Fortunately, they don't really care about one stupid human in the pack. One of them nods his head while another one just ignores me. They don't seem at all interested to know where I'm going. As soon as they're gone, I look casually around before I turn my direction towards the border on the Northside and pick up speed. I'm hoping that I won't be running into any more patrolmen from now on. Even though I can't turn into a wolf, I'm very fast. Almost as fast as a werewolf who already phased. That's something that only Corbin and Nana knew. The wind is whooshing in my ears and I'm straining my eyes in the darkness so as not to run into trees or stumble on anything. I wish the moon is brighter. I approach the road and increase my speed as soon as I see the tail lights of Corbin's waiting car. He starts moving as soon as I jump in the back. "You okay?" he asks me. "Yup, I'm good. I think we're good." The pack house is surrounded by acres of forest. The small road that connects the rest of the world to the pack house is long, narrow, and flanked by tall trees. As we pull out of the dirt road into the paved deserted country road, I hear the long mournful howling of the wolves into the crisp night air. My heartbeat starts to settle down as the car takes me further and further away. I can't wait to be among humans though I wish I didn't have to leave Corbin behind. Only when the bus pulls out of the station and onto the highway do I feel my shoulders start to relax. This is it. I'm doing this! I'm really doing this! I'm finally going to be free of werewolves. I will have nothing to do with their kind anymore except for my cousin Caleb because...well, because Caleb is family just like Corbin. I'll be a normal human among other normal humans. I’m going to be so overwhelmingly normal that average people look wild by comparison. They’ll bow down and crown me Queen of Normalcy.My mate, meanwhile, is still in the doghouse, though keeping him there is hard work. Fair or not, I'm hurt, and I'm punishing him for whatever I might have to deal with in Germany. The more I try to ignore him, the more he insists on keeping me close. Some people might call it charming. I call it annoying. Right now he's force-feeding me breakfast while explaining each dish. "Come on, open up, my love. I know you'll like this one," he says, holding a forkful of something called Sharlotka, a kind of apple cake, up to my mouth. He's already fed me blini (something between a pancake and a crepe, served with butter, sour cream, jam, and caviar) and semolina porridge, plus the usual fried egg, sausage, yogurt, and fresh fruit. It was all delicious, and I'm already full, but I can't tell him that because I'm not talking to him, see? This is all part of his plan to make me speak. This is our battle. He's so stubborn and sneaky and obnoxious. I'm tempted to punch him in the throat. If I did
By the time we step out of the shower, all our luggage has been carried downstairs by luggage fairies. Okay, not really. But it's all gone. I'm nearly ready when he emerges from the walk-in closet. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and he leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, watching me twist my hair into a French braid. He looks sharp and flawless... and regal. His jaw is smooth, and his golden hair gleams, swept back from his face. He's wearing a navy cable-knit V-neck over a white shirt with a blue silk tie, dark grey trousers, and polished black leather boots. "You look beautiful however you wear your hair," he says, pushing off the doorframe to stand behind me. His warm, hard body presses against my back, and he slides his long, elegant fingers through my hair, then winds the braid around his hand like a rope. "But I much prefer it down." He kisses the curve of my neck, his eyes holding mine in the mirror. "Wild, and wrapped around my fingers." "I know," I whispe
Warm, rich male scent, a soft duvet, and a hard, warm body draped over mine all feel like heaven. The shrieking alarm does not. I groan and order it to shut up. It ignores me. Stubborn thing. I wriggle one arm free and stretch toward the phone on the nightstand, but my arm falls short. My mate grumbles and hauls me back against him. Why is it going off so early? It's still dark. The sun isn't even up. Stupid alarm. Seriously, so stupid... Wait. Alarm. Holy mackerel. Airport. Germany. We have a plane waiting. "Julian!" I pull my arm out again and grab his shoulder. "Julian!" I shake him. "Wake up! We have to get up." "Mmm... shhh... sleep..." he mumbles, burying his face deeper into the hollow of my neck. My mate is not a morning person. He's the one who set that alarm last night, and somehow I'm the one stuck waking him. "Julian, get up!" I shove at his weight. It's like pushing a boulder. "Julian!" He groans, wedges a knee between my legs, and the hand curled around my breast
"Caleb!" I throw my arms around my cousin, even though I know he hates hugs... or maybe precisely because I know he hates hugs. I'm pretty sure he's fighting an eye roll at my theatrics. It's only been two days, and I'm carrying on like I haven't seen him in years. He gives me a stiff little pat while trying to slyly push me off. Oh, Caleb. He's basically Oscar the Grouch. Such a sweetheart. I'll need to work harder at annoying him. "Lilith!" I hug Lilith next, and she giggles and squeezes back. Finally, someone glad to see me. "So good to see you again, Freya!" she says. Jacob stands behind Lilith near the couch, smiling widely. "Hey, Jacob!" I barely manage a step before something jerks me back by my jacket collar. I scowl at Julian, but he isn't even looking at me. He's too busy shooting Jacob an icy glare. Jacob's grin evaporates. "Good to see you, Freya. I'm just going to... uh, go fold laundry. Bye!" In seconds he's vanished behind his bedroom door. Yep, Jacob is very
Everything looks a little different today, and I know the change is in me. I'm still changing. My senses are sharper, yes, but it goes deeper than that. Something inside has shifted how I see the world. Seated in the auditorium between Livana and Julian, the room feels both ordinary and completely foreign. Strangers with familiar faces fill the seats around us. I don't know any of them, but I've passed them so often that they've worn a groove in my memory. Right in front of us sit the three girls I privately dubbed "The Sundress Squad," though no sundresses today. We've only ever interacted once: they mocked me and my hobo hoodie on my first day, and I flipped them off. As for everyone else, we've never exchanged a word, yet I feel like I know them. There was a time I felt like one of them, or maybe I just ached to be. Now I feel distant, like a lion standing in a herd of zebras. I don't want to hurt them, but they seem so breakable. I've never felt more certain that I don't belong t
I'm itching to get back to normal today. Well… somewhat normal-ish. I want to leave the house and forget our troubles, just for a day. The weather is still a little chilly. After a shower, I put on my new red plaid miniskirt, a cream off-the-shoulder cable-knit sweater, black over-the-knee socks, and black boots. When I'm ready, I walk out of our bedroom, and my steps falter at the sight of Julian leaning against the wall beside the entertainment center in our suite, waiting for me. He looks hot in jeans that hug his legs, hips, and trim waist. The simple light blue henley stretches tight across his muscled chest, and even his grey jacket is molded to his wide shoulders and arms. Seriously hot. His gaze travels down my body, and by the time it climbs back to my eyes, he looks ready to devour me. He pushes off the wall and growls, "Are you seriously going out in that? What are you trying to do to me, woman?" "What?" "That." He gestures at my body. "I'll be murdering pricks left an







