“You never told me why you were here,” Colt then said.
I turned around, taking a glance at the beautiful rock formation that surrounded the small quarry. “Mom used to take me here when I was a little girl.” I smirked, meeting his gaze. “Makes sense now why we never lingered for too long. This is your territory, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Things are different now. So, you can stay for as long as you need to.”
I smiled, grateful for the offer. “Thanks.” I turned and admired the scene behind me. And when I sensed him hardly a foot from my side I asked, “Is there a particular reason that brought you out here today?”
Silence swallowed the space between us, forcing me to steal a glance at him. There was clearly a lot on his min
“You never told me why you were here,” Colt then said.I turned around, taking a glance at the beautiful rock formation that surrounded the small quarry. “Mom used to take me here when I was a little girl.” I smirked, meeting his gaze. “Makes sense now why we never lingered for too long. This is your territory, isn’t it?”He nodded. “Things are different now. So, you can stay for as long as you need to.”I smiled, grateful for the offer. “Thanks.” I turned and admired the scene behind me. And when I sensed him hardly a foot from my side I asked, “Is there a particular reason that brought you out here today?”Silence swallowed the space between us, forcing me to steal a glance at him. There was clearly a lot on his min
The days since Mason’s visit had dragged on, each one thick with a tension that felt both political and personal. It clung to the air in our small houseThe scent of the Moors had faded, but the echoes of the Alpha’s words, his possessive gaze, it lingered in my thoughts. It was a disquieting reminder of the world Mom and I had tried to leave behind. Restlessness had been my constant companion. I needed to escape the weight of it all, the stifling atmosphere of our small house. My feet seemed to have a will of their own, leading me away from the well-worn paths, toward the denser part of the woods.My steps carried me, almost against my will, deeper into the woods. I found myself veering off the familiar trails, drawn to the wilder parts, the areas where the trees grew thick and sunlight struggled to reach the forest floor. As I walked, I couldn’t shake the memory of Colter’s face, the intensity in his eyes, and the confusing mix of emotions he stirred within me at one point in my l
COLTER'S POV:The days since Mason’s visit had stretched into an eternity, each one a slow burn of frustration. The scent of the Moors’ presence faded but the memory lingered heavily, a musky reminder of the tension that still hung weightily in the air. I hadn’t been able to shake the image of Aurelia’s defiance stance, her eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and clear-cut rage. I was impressed by her handling of the situation. Her fiery passion to protect the one person she cared about. The one person she had left in her life. Witnessing this meeting for myself, how Mason bombarded himself and his ideals into Aurelia and her mother’s life. He had turned things even more upside down than they already were. It was a contemptible action. Josephine had been…quiet. Attentive, even. She’d tried, in her own way, to bridge the gap that had naturally widened between us since that meeting. Unfortunately, every attempt felt like walking on eggshells-maybe on her part or maybe on mine. Eve
The silence stretched, thick and heavy, as everyone settled into the living room. The scent of the Moors, musky and potent, lingered, a stark reminder of the intrusion.I watched the Alpha of the Moors, Mason, as he moved with an almost predatory grace, his eyes never quite leaving my mother. And when they did, it was only to give me a once-over."So," Connor Sloan began, breaking the unspoken tension between us, "perhaps we can begin by understanding the purpose of your visit, Alpha Mason? As I understand it, there was some urgency to this meeting."Mason inclined his head slightly towards Connor, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "Indeed, Alpha Sloan. My purpose is quite simple. It has come to our attention that Luna Charis, and her daughter, Aurelia, are… alive." He paused, letting the words hang in the air. "And that Aurelia is the direct heir to the Moors’ seat."Charis, though pale, sat upright, her eyes sharp. "We made our reasons for leaving the Moors quite
-AURE POV-The scent of the Moors hung heavy in the air. I’d never been there before, but I imagined that the scent was painfully similar to the Alpha and his minions. Their essence, it was musky and potent, mingling with the familiar scent of home. It wasn’t a terrible odor, but the scent still gave me unease. It gave me an unease because ultimately, their being here was an invasion, a violation of our space, and it made my wolf snarl deep within me. The Alpha of the Moors stood in the center of my living room, a tall, broad figure that seemed to command the very air around him. Even in the warm lamplight, his face remained mostly obscured in shadow, adding to his aura of intimidating power. To his right stood Josephine, her features sharp and clear, and perfect, a tight smile plastered on her face. Beside her was another male, equally tall and imposing, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sweeping over us with cool assessment. I sensed that he wasn’t far from the high com
-AURELIA-The hours crawled by, each one thick with a tension that clung to the air, making it hard to breathe. It was this weird mix of dread and anticipation, like waiting for a storm to break, but you didn't know if it would be a drizzle or a hurricane. A strange hum vibrated beneath every word spoken, every movement made.I moved with a restless energy, checking on Mom. I had even made sure that every window was locked (even though I knew it wouldn't matter against them but at least I’d have a heads up if someone tried to sneak up from behind.) The small and seemingly insignificant preparations all helped to create some semblance of order in the chaos brewing inside me. But even my frantic activity couldn't distract me from the scene unfolding in the living room.Connor Sloan, the Alpha of their pack, had Mom cornered in a deep conversation. "Cornered" might be too harsh, but he definitely had her full attention. And she most certainly had his. His voice, a low rumble that seem
-Aurelia-The days crawled by, each tick of the clock a hammer-like blow to my gradually fraying nerves. Colter’s warning, though begrudgingly acknowledged, echoed in my head, a constant, and irritating reminder of his unwanted foresight. And…a tinge of concern.“At least he told me, I muttered under my breath, a tiny concession in the face of my simmering resentment.Mom, bless her, tried to soothe my anxiety, her voice a gentle balm against the coming storm raging within me.“Aurelia, sweetheart, you must project confidence. You are a Disperser, a very powerful wolf, and a strong young woman. A daughter of two extremely powerful lines. Show them who you are.” Her words, though comforting, did little to quell the gnawing fear that coiled in the pit of my gut.I spent hours pacing, rehearsing scenarios, preparing for the worst. After listening to the stories of hostility and judgment-the shunning of those that were abnormal within the Moors from mom, I wasn’t very confident that this
-Colter-Ever since my heated conversation with Josephine, my mind was ill at ease. I’d kept some pack members checking patrolling around the territory-including the more human-populated areas.I had hoped that Josephine wouldn’t show up at Aurelia and her mother’s residence without telling me. But to be honest, I couldn’t be sure. “Any news?” I asked as Madison approached. She shook her head. “No, fortunately not. At least for now.”“Good,” I said. My next question was one of reluctance, but one that I needed to know nonetheless. I swallowed my pride and parted my lips to ask.“I haven’t seen her since I visited her last week, Colt,” she said. “And she hasn’t been using our territory to release her wolf.”She already knew what I wanted to know. I took a deep breath, silently hoping that she was okay.Then an odd sensation enveloped me. A sense of a familiar nearness. “Madison, did…did Aurelia say something about…about coming here?”Before she could answer, the loud and resonating so
-Aurelia-The air in the house felt thick, heavy with the unspoken. Josephine's words, "His line is not dead," echoed in my mind, a chilling pronouncement that sent shivers down my spine.I’d been out on a ride that day in an attempt to free my mind of the weariness I’d begun to feel as the days went by. “To have them both coming to our home on the same night. Seph, this can’t be good, can it?”I could hear my and feel my wolf’s weighted concern as she heavy sigh resonated from her in the back of my mind. That was all the response that I needed at this point.Once I hit a fork in the road, I turned around and took the drive back home. It was close to mom’s tea time.When I pulled up, I noticed a jeep in the yard. I pulled my helmet off and quickly headed to the vehicle. It was empty.“She must be in there already.” I knew who it was by the scent that surrounded the vehicle. I pressed forward to the house without as much concern as before and unlocked the door. “Ma?”“Yes, dear. In t