Mag-log inLOUISA"Is this a date? I told you I want nothing to do with the mate bond."I say it before my feet are even all the way out of the truck, with the door open and my hand on the frame, feeling a little ridiculous. When he said he wanted to show me something, I figured maybe plans on how to rebuff Gaines. When he went past the park common areas, I figured he was going to show me pack security to reassure me.What I didn't expect was to be brought to a picturesque meadow.The lake is bigger than I expected, a long sheet of green glass with pines crowding right down to the edge and a mist still hanging over the far side even though it is already past ten. There is a flat grey rock jutting out over the water, a faded plaid blanket spread on the grass beside it, and a wicker basket sitting on one corner like it is the most natural thing ever. So, when Mark said he was busy with something this morning, this was what it was.He doesn't answer straight away. Instead, he comes around the fr
LOUISA“You're staring at her again,” Tammy whispers from behind me, startling me. “Can’t believe she is here with you, huh?”We are on the stone bench at the edge of the courtyard, the one in the sun, with a paper bag of lemon biscuits beside me that Tammy snatches a piece from. Across the lawn my mother is kneeling in the flower bed beside two other women, dirt up to her wrists, pulling weeds and laughing at something I can't hear. “She is laughing, Tammy,” I whisper to her in surprise. “Even as a kid, I can't remember a single time I have seen her smile, much less laugh.”“Hmm, it's a miracle.”She has gained weight too, the hollows under her cheekbones are gone, and she walks with her shoulders back now, looking years younger than she did a month ago.“I still struggle to believe it is real, you know? That she has actually moved on from that hellhole she has lived all her life. I keep waiting for something to snap.”
SELENE"I knew you'd come eventually," I say, not even bothering to look up.I was halfway through a glass of red wine and a stack of boring paperwork when Gaines is shown in.My study is on the top floor, glass on three sides, the whole city glittering below like spilled jewelry, and I chose the chair behind the desk specifically so he would have to walk the entire length of the room to reach me. He takes his time doing it, jaw set, hands flexing at his sides.Oh, he absolutely hates this.“Don't flatter yourself,” he mutters under his breath, probably thinking I wouldn't hear it.What an ignorant fool. He believes he is the apex without even trying to understand his enemies or allies.That idiocy will be a useful tool.“I was hoping you would call sooner," I continue without offering a seat. I turn one page, then another, and only then do I set my pen down and look up, giving him a surprised look at his standi
GAINESThe only warning I get is the sound of hurried footsteps before my study door bangs open against the wall hard enough to make the portrait of my father rattle in its frame“What the-”“Alpha!” I don't get to finish the sentence as Roarke stumbles in like a drunk. His shirt is torn at the collar, his left eye is swelling shut, and there is a smear of dried blood under his nose he hasn't bothered to wipe. He leaves dirt on my cream carpet from the doorway to the desk.I sit back in my leather chair with my fingers steepled and watch him lower himself to his knees wincing.I don't say anything at first. I don't do anything either. I just stare at him, because I have learned that a man tells you more when you let him suffer a little first.“I… I failed you, Alpha,” he whispers, his head hanging low.I close my eyes for a few seconds, reigning in my disgust before I open them back.“Take a seat, Roarke,”
LOUISAA few minutes earlier“What do you mean he is the father of your children?!” My mother asks, confused. “You have children?"“Yes, mum. I have children -”“How?! When?! His children? I thought… I thought you just recently got to this pack?!”“I did. It's… it's kind of a long story.”“I'll take the summarized version.”Through the wall the pounding keeps coming, dull and steady, and every time it lands my mother's shoulders jump up toward her ears but she still manages to keep her focus on me.“Right,” I say as I get up, drag her chair a few inches so her back is to the door, and sit down across from her again. “So, you remember that day, years ago, when I uh… pushed fa- Roarke out the window.”“Yes, how can I forget? It was the last time I ever saw you.”“Right, so the night before, I uh… sneaked out to a party.”“You did what?!” “Water under the bridge mum. It's been years, I am an adult, I have done worse things than that. Moving on.”“Okay. Okay.”I tell her everything, from
TRAVISRabid.That is how Louisa’s father is behaving.A rabid, uncultured dog.I shouldn't be surprised, really. The Blood Moon Pack have prided themselves on being isolated from everyone else.The issue with that is they have no standard to compare their behaviors with and hence, they behave like mad dogs when exposed.Expected but disappointing."Open this door! That is my wife in there!"The pounding has been going on for ten minutes, giving me and everyone else with me a raging headache.Mark is standing next to me staring at the mad man with such a fierce scowl, I am worried it will stay there permanently.“I am going to kill him,” he growls quietly beside me.“While I share the sentiment, that will only give Gaines a reason to come at me.”“Right,” he scoffs. “Like he needs any reason.”“You have no right to do this!” Roarke screams as he turns to us then back at the door again. “You can't keep me away from my family!”He kicks the door next, slaps the frame with his open palm







