“I do not feel strong anymore, Rose. I am really sorry. I want to be strong for you, but I think the Moon Goddess made a bunch of mistakes when it comes to me.” “The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes, Lily,” Rose responds reassuringly. “My own mate does not want me!” I exclaim. “All he wants
(James POV) I felt strangely energized as I arrived back at the pack house. Luke was moping in the back of my head, but he was leaving me be. His absence --or rather, his lack of endlessly badgering me-- gave me plenty of time to think about how I could use the mate bond to exact the perfect reve
Urgh. My heart suddenly feels heavy. For all her faults, I cannot deny that the Little Brat knows how to kiss. I try to remind myself (and Luke) that the Little Brat is a good kisser because she has had a lot of practice, and that the Little Brat's kissing practice is the reason that Stephanie
(James POV) It is 10:58 am. My parents, Stephanie’s parents, Nick, Jenny, and I are gathered at the back of the event hall. An Omega informs us that everyone has been seated. It is time to begin Stephanie’s first remembrance event of the day. “Are you ready to go, Son?” my father asks. “I thi
“Why do you care so much about Lily all of sudden?” he asks. “Pack unity, Nick. Pack unity,” I respond sarcastically. “Get her here.” “Man, I ---” “NO. MORE. EXCUSES.” “Okay, okay. I get it. But I think I am going to need to carry her. I will need help to avoid aggravating her injuries. Ca
***TRIGGER WARNING: THE FIRST PART OF THIS CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE MOTHER-ON-DAUGHTER DOMESTIC VIOLENCE THAT MANY COULD FIND UPSETTING.*** (A few hours earlier) (Lily POV) On the rest of our way back to the packhouse, Rose and I worked out the details of our plan to leave West Mountain Pack for goo
A tear ran down my cheek, which only served to trigger my mother even more. She immediately pounced, launching into the worst part of her physical attack. She started by shoving me down the stairs, causing me to tumble fast and hard. Once I got to the bottom, she started kicking me. Over and ov
“Okay, Rose. I do not think I can open my eyes again anyway. Or speak. It hurts too much.” “I know, Lily. I am sorry. I am so sorry. I promise we will get out of here though. We will follow our plan. Just hold on a little longer for me, okay?” “O—okay.” Three minutes later, I hear footsteps