MasukRose's POVDamon went to his office and left me to my book. I so badly want to follow him, but I don't want to do something I may regret later. He told me soon, and I need to respect that. He told me when I am stronger, so he doesn't hurt me. That I can respect. I am trying to stay occupied with this book so I don't think about our recent encounter. I can't get back into the book now, so I go to take another shower. I'm hoping it will help take my mind off what I really want.He is our mate. We will have him soon."Who's there?" I say out loud.I hear a laugh. I am your wolf. My name is Storme."What do you mean you are my wolf? I thought I would never get a wolf." I know I look silly talking to the air, but I don't care right now.I hear her laugh even harder. Rose, close your eyes and look inside your mind. I am here. I have always been here. I just could not come forward until now.I do what she says. I close my eyes and start to search my mind. It isn't long before I am face-to-fa
Rose's POVWaking up, I realize Damon must have moved me from where I fell asleep snuggling with him on the couch and brought me to bed. I swear his bed swallows me up, it’s so big. I stretch and yawn before climbing out of bed and heading for the bathroom. When I finish, I return to the bedroom and find Damon waiting for me.“Good morning, Little Star. I trust you slept well?”I give him my best smile. “I did, thank you. I need a shower, though,” I tell him while searching for something to wear.“I had Maria go out and get you some training outfits for when Dr. Cross clears you,” he says with a glimmer in his eye.I look at him suspiciously, wondering what he is up to now.“I also called Alpha Kane, and as soon as you are feeling up to it, he and Morgan will be making the trip here.” My breath catches in my throat at the mention of her name. Damon is across the room in a flash, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s okay, Little Star. She will not be allowed to hurt you or disrespect you
Rose’s POVOver the next few weeks, I have become accustomed to my living quarters. Damon spends time with me in the morning before he starts his work for the day. He has dinner with me in the evening, and then sometimes he watches TV with me. I have fallen asleep on him quite a few times, but he never seems to mind. When he leaves, I start to really miss him, his scent, his warmth, snuggling into him. He really makes me feel safe.I am also starting to find my way around the pack house without feeling like I need someone to show me where to go. I spend more time downstairs instead of staying in my room, and I am getting to know more of the wolves around the pack house. Sometimes I find Maria and talk with her while she is working, and other times I just walk around and take everything in. There is still so much about Crescent Moon that I don't know, but I am starting to feel like I have all the time in the world to learn it.Damon never seems bothered when I show up looking for him e
Spurn’s POVCrescent Moon Pack sat deep in the Colorado mountains, tucked between dark pine forests and silver ridges that caught the last light of evening. From the runway, the pack house rose in the distance like something out of a world I had only ever read about: wide stone steps, tall windows glowing warm gold, and balconies wrapped in dark wood. It did not look like Moon Howlers. It did not feel like Moon Howlers. There was no bleach in the air. No damp concrete. No sharp voices waiting behind closed doors. Only pine, cold mountain wind, and the strange, impossible quiet of a place that had not learned to hate me yet.Damon walked beside me with my hand tucked safely in his. Jacob stayed close to Tessa, and Dr. Cross followed with his medical bag held against his side. No crowd waited at the bottom of the stairs. No pack members rushed forward to stare. A few wolves stood near the entrance, but they kept their distance, their heads bowed respectfully before their eyes moved away
Spurn’s POVI did not know what going home was supposed to feel like.The black SUV carried us away from Moon Howlers, and every mile felt too quiet. I kept waiting for someone to shout for the driver to stop. I kept waiting for Blake’s hand to close around my arm, for Morgan’s voice to snap my name, for Alpha Amos to order everyone to drag me back inside because slaves did not leave. The pack house disappeared behind us, then the gate, then the road that had marked the edge of everything I had ever known. Still, I could not make myself breathe like it was over.Damon sat beside me with his hand wrapped gently around mine. His thumb moved in slow circles over my skin, soft and steady, like he was trying to teach my body a rhythm other than fear. Dr. Cross rode with us, his medical bag close, quiet but watchful in the way he had always been when he was worried about me. Tessa sat beside Jacob in the row ahead, her shoulders tense, her fingers twisted together in her lap. No one spoke m
Alpha Damon’s POVIt was barely light when I opened my eyes, though I doubted I had truly slept at all. I sat in the chair beside the bed and watched Spurn sleep. In sleep, some of the fear loosened from her face. She looked younger. Softer. Almost peaceful. The sight should have comforted me, but it only made the ache in my chest worse because peace was still new to her, fragile enough to shatter if the wrong voice sounded outside my door. I did not want to wake her. I wanted to let her have every second of rest this rotten pack had stolen from her. Still, the Mating Ball would begin at noon, and before this day ended, Spurn would be leaving Moon Howlers with me no matter who tried to stop us. I opened the link to Jacob. Find something decent for Spurn to wear to the ball. Bright colors if you can. Something flowing. Something beautiful. And ask Tessa to help her with her hair and makeup. I do not think my mate has ever been pampered a day in her life, and that changes now. Jacob ans







