“It’s time, Luna.” Cam called softly from the other side of the door.
I moved like a zombie leaving my room. I had been a shell of a person since avenging Tristan’s murder. My audience with the King had sapped all life from me, leaving only the emptiness that provided an aching reminder of the absence of my mate. I wasn’t even sure how I had returned to the motel after unceremoniously dumping Xi’s head on the King’s table. I closed my eyes trying to push away the remnants of the encounter.
“I’m not sure this was a good idea Hannah.” Cam whispered nervously. “We should have brought some of the warriors with us.” “Trust in me Cam.” I responded, squeezing her hand gently before making my way up the steps to the Blood Rose pack house. I understood Cam’s concerns, but they didn’t seem to touch me. After Jax had told me that Alpha Owen had requested a meet, I had complied, offering to meet in his territory as a show of good faith. He was expecting a broken-down Luna who was too grieved to care for anything since the loss of her mate. He was getting me instead a
“And you just let her fucking go!” I screamed. Jax stared at me, stunned, as Cam sobbed into her hands. Angry didn’t begin to cover the emotions building up inside of me. They had let Hannah leave the pack without any attempt to stop her. I didn’t care that I was just a human, I was ready to go toe to toe with the oversized wolf standing before me. “You’re a shit excuse for an Alpha, Beta, whatever!” I screeched, jabbing my finger into his ches
I dropped my bag from my mouth and shifted. I thanked the goddess I had been smart enough to leave a bag outside of the packhouse with clothes and money. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a form fitting black t-shirt before slipping on my flats and stashing my bag in some bushes. I could smell the other shifters from where I stood and knew I was in the right place. Tristan had told me of a shifter bar he would visit before he took over as Alpha. I hoped that I would find a witch or someone who could lead me to one inside. I made my way to
I stared at the stacks of paperwork on my desk. I hadn’t been in Tristan’s office since before his death, nobody had, and I wondered how much work had been left undone in his office. The pack had devolved into infighting since Hannah’s disappearance. Many felt betrayed that our Luna had abandoned us, others came to her defense, certain she would return once her grief had subsided. I felt guilty about the fight I had with Taylor the day she left.
Nate had been true to his word. Not only had he given me the location of one of his witch associates, but he had also given me a vehicle so I could meet her without leaving a scent for anyone to follow. My scent essentially ended at the bar. Nate assured me that if anyone came looking, nobody would tell them I had been there or where I had gone. A few days later, I found myself at the compound where his friend lived. The place was different from the one I had lived in as a child. While there were houses lining the lone street, the place was smaller, with fewer residents. When I had
I pulled into the hotel Nate had arranged for me confused and angry. Aside from the scent concealing potions, my trip to meet with his witch friends had been useless. The old crone had told me I wasn’t a rogue. I didn’t understand why she would lie to me; I had felt the bonds snap as I cut ties with Iron Hide. It had been a torturous process, feeling my connection to each wolf break away. It was almost as if she was refusing to accept my heart as the required sacrifice to bring Tristan back and that enraged me. I sighed as I put the car in park. I had more pressing concerns at the moment. I was going to
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I called Nate the following day. He had told me there was an underground fighting ring that paid. Someone like me, he said, could make a lot of money betting against myself. A few of the fighters would even pay me to take a dive. They had no qualms getting in the ring with a female. I was an Alpha and my aura was powerful, training before I left the pack had given me the look of a female warrior. I would be someone they would love to boast about beating, Nate had assured me. The club was set up in an abandoned warehouse. I could smell the faint scent of motor oil under t
I sat up slowly, my head throbbing, and looked around. I was in a small, dimly lit living room. It was sparsely decorated; with just the couch I was perched on and a small dining table shoved against the wall. Movement caught my eye as the sickly-sweet scent of vampire reached my nose. “Good, little wolf is awake!” The vampire from the fight spoke. “You made me much money!” I eyed him warily. He looked like a kid on Christmas, a huge g