Malakar's POV."I've been looking everywhere for you, Malakar."I turn my head slightly to look at Velara as she walks into my tent. Her eyes are soft, and she's smiling, but I know why she's here, and I'm in no mood. "I wasn't hiding from you." I hope that she hears the irritation in my voice. She does, and the smile fades from her face."We need to talk. Avoiding me and the rest of the pack elders won't do you any good. This problem won't go away on its own."I sigh heavily and rub my chin between my fingers. "I'm not avoiding anyone, and I don't have a problem. You and the rest of the elders do. I just have more important matters that call for my attention."Velara sighs and shakes her head angrily. "Oh, come on, Malakar. How can you sit there and tell me that having a human mate isn't a problem? You're in denial!" "You know how dangerous this is. Not only for you and our pack, but for our entire species. You have to do what we discussed. The sooner you do it, the easier it will be
Hope's POV."Hope. Hope, can you hear me?" I hear nurse Jenny's voice as if it's coming from far away. My thoughts are not here. They're back in the forest with Malakar.I can't seem to stop thinking about him and the conversation we had. Malakar is a werewolf. Not only that, but he's the alpha of his pack. What I know about werewolves is what I've seen on TV or read about in books. I must be the one losing the plot now. How can I believe all of this? How do I still want to get to know him? Why am I not running for the hills? It makes no sense to me at all. I am a doctor. I believe in science. I believe in that which can be researched, tested, and proven. I don't believe in anything supernatural. Well, I suppose I didn't until now.I have a very uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach about all of this. In all the movies and all the books, werewolves are dangerous and unpredictable creatures. They hunt and kill without mercy. They are violent and ruthless, and, above all else, they ha
Hope's POV.I wrap my hands around my throat and gasp for precious air. Jenny and the E.M.Ts are staring at me with terrified looks on their faces. An ice-cold chill runs down my spine and for a split-second I have no idea what to do next. Then I realize that no one else except for me knows about Malakar and the existence of his kind. Jenny and the E.M.Ts probably think that this man is hopped on something strong and that he got attacked by a bear or a mountain lion, and that his friends left him in the park because they were just as hopped up as him.Again, my instincts as a doctor take over and I can feel my mind start to relax a little. I hear the alarms of the monitor sounding and I realize that I have to try and resuscitate this man. My body starts to move, and I begin to shout instructions at Jenny again. She comes out of her daze and jumps into action. The E.M.Ts know that their work here is done, so they turn around and leave.Jenny bags the man and starts pumping oxygen into
Malachai's POV."We just left him there to die!" Sarah, my first Lieutenant, cries out in disbelief. Sarah is without a doubt one of my best soldiers. She is well-trained, smart, and very motivated, but her emotions often tend to get the better of her."He was a fool." I keep her gaze with mine. Her brown eyes burn bright with fury. Her jaw is clenched so tight that I can see a small vein pulsing just beneath the curve of her jaw. Her fists are clenched into balls by her side. Her entire body is rigid with rage. The rest of my soldiers are all staring at me as well. Waiting for my answer. Waiting for my reaction.But unlike Sarah, I have learned to keep my emotions in check a long time ago. I no longer allow them to control me the way she does. I don't allow them to cloud my judgement, and I most certainly don't allow them to get in the way of our mission."He put us all at risk. He made a fool's mistake, and he paid the ultimate price." I keep my tone even and my voice steady.Sarah'
Malakar's POV."Order! Order, please?" Vladimir, our pack's chief elder, and my father's voice rings out over the protesting. His voice is clear and still powerful enough to cause them all to stop talking immediately. They all turn to face him, and he resumes his seat next to my mother.Because I have refused their order to reject my bond with Hope, they feel that it is necessary to involve the rest of the pack. I think that they believe that if I hear it enough times I will eventually start to agree with them. So, they called for a pack meeting, and now we're all gathered around so that they can all have the opportunity to raise their opinions, and in the end I must agree with them and do as they ask.That's the plan, but I have no intention of going along with it."Now, we've heard from everyone else, Malakar. But we still have not heard from you." "Please?" My father gestures to me, implying that the floor is now open, and I finally have his permission to say what I have to say. Th
Lucian's POV."Apologies for interupting your little moment, ladies. It looked serious, but we need to talk.""Talk about what, Lucian? What the hell are you doing here?"I regard Talon with raised eyebrows as he takes a step towards us and speaks on behalf of his alpha. My beta would never do that. None of my wolves would. They respect me too much, and they know better. But Malakar is a weak alpha. He probably doesn't even mind that his beta takes control."Oh, I'm sorry Talon. What I actually meant was that the grown-ups need to talk. I'm here to see Malakar. He is your alpha, isn't he?" I lace my voice with as much sarcasm and distain as I can manage. Talon clenches his fists and growls at me. He takes another step towards me. And still Malakar does nothing. He just stands there, staring. Typical."You know that he is. What the hell is that question supposed to mean?"I shrug and smirk at Talon. I can see the anger rising up inside him. He reminds me of a puppy pretending to be a b
Velara's POV.Many years ago."So, you've decided to leave after all?"The sound of his voice in the darkness startles me so much that I almost drop the bag that I'm holding in my hand. I turn around to find him standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed over his chest. I can clearly see the gleam of his bright eyes even though I can't see the look on his face. I must have been distracted, otherwise I would have heard him coming. I would have smelled him as well."Luther." My voice is shaky. I sound nervous. I feel nervous. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon."Luther moves towards me and turns on the light in the room. I have to blink my eyes at the sudden brightness of it. I instantly regret being able to see the look on his face. Not because he looks angry and disappointed, but because he looks hurt."You were planning on running away like a thief in the night? You weren't even going to say goodbye?"I suddenly feel very exposed beneath the bright light. I wish that he would
Hope's POV.My sleep is restless, and I dream, then I wake and roll over, then I dream some more.I dream about Malakar walking away from me. I call out to him. I beg him to stop, but he ignores me and keeps walking into the night until I can't see him anymore.I dream about being a little girl and holding my mother's hand in the hospital waiting room. I don't cry, but she cries a lot. The doctor comes out. He looks sad. My mother cries even more. He tells us that my father didn't make it. His wounds were too severe for them to do anything. She cries even more.I dream about the man on the gurney. I dream about his gaping wounds and the agony in his voice. I dream about the terror in his eyes. I dream about him dying and having his blood on my hands. I cry. Not only in my dream, but in my sleep as well, and I wonder why I cried about a complete stranger and not about my father. Maybe I knew that my mother needed to cry more than I did, and I knew that she needed me to be strong for he
Lucian's POV.The mist curls around our feet as my wolves and I start heading back to our own territory through the forest. I hear quiet, but urgent footsteps approaching us from behind. It's her. Velara. My mother. She's rushing towards us with an anxious look on her face."Lucian. Please wait?"I stop, barely turning my head in her direction. My wolves halt beside me. Twitching with irritation."What is it now, lady? Have you come to scold us again?"My wolves cackle. She doesn't look happy. Her cheeks flush with color. She raises her chin defiantly."No. Could I have a moment... Alone?"I raise my eyebrows at her, amused. Then I gesture to the rest of my wolves to leave us alone. They hesitate for a second, but retreat into the trees reluctantly."Fine. Let's hear whatever excuse you rehearsed. I could do with a little entertainment before I go after the big bad hunters with your son." I keep my tone cool. Void of any real emotion."Do you even know who I am?" She asks quietly."Su
Malakar's POV.I reluctantly leave Hope in bed, alone. The sun has just begun to peak over the horizon. For once, the skies are clear, and it isn't raining.I'm still trying to wrap my head around the events of yesterday. I was sure that I would never see Hope again. Not after the falling out we had in her apartment. The look of utter disappointment in her eyes that night was almost more than I could take. I was so sure that she was done with me. With us.But then she showed up here, and I felt like I was dreaming. She chose to come here. She wanted to. She wanted to see me again. The pack loved her, but I knew that they would. How could they not? She's wonderful. I wasn't at all surprised by my mother's attitude towards her, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn't hoping that she would at least treat Hope with a little more decency.Luckily, Hope isn't easily fazed by others. She handled my mother even better than I would have. I was so proud of my mate in that moment. I'm sure
Malachai's POV.Candlelight flickers against the cracked stone walls of the ruined cathedral that I call home, for now. Rain pounds the broken stained-glass windows. I'm standing by the altar, sharpening my silver blade. Sarah enters. She's soaked from the rain outside. Her voice is low."I found her.""Where?" I ask without looking up."With them." She pauses for a second. "With him."My hand pauses on the blade. I let it linger for a second. Then I resume my sharpening."Go on."Sarah hesitates before answering me again. She looks around the empty cathedral like she's looking for someone to help her deliver the bad news."She spent the day with his pack. She didn't come back last night." She sounds nervous.My blade screeches against the stone as it stops."She slept with him?" My voice raises slightly."Yes." She answers quietly.I turn towards her slowly. Fury simmering beneath my cold eyes."Then she's made her choice." I can't help but feel a little disappointed, and disgusted w
Hope's POV.The soft hum of laughter and excited conversation slowly fades away as Malakar leads me back to his tent. The atmosphere inside is cozy and welcoming. The light from the fire burning just outside the entrance casts warm shadows across the space. Malakar invites me to sit down on the bed next to him. It's a real bed, with a frame and everything, not just a cot or a stretcher like I expected. It's soft and comfy. Malakar sits next to me, leaving only a few inches of space between us."You look tired." His eyes are soft, and so is his voice."I feel it too. I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Too much on my mind.""I'm sorry, Hope." He searches my face with wary eyes.I smile up at him. "Don't be. I'm not."The expression in his eyes warms again. "You handled today better than I could have hoped. The pack loves you.""They were all wonderful. I like them all. Especially your sister. It feels like we've been friends all our lives.""You really made an impression on Morga
Hope's POV.Morgana practically bounces in place. Her black curls bouncing with her."Oh, finally. I was beginning to think that my baby brother had scared you off forever. You're even prettier than I pictured, and I pictured glorious!"She throws her arms around my neck again and hugs me. I blink, surprised by the hug and the warmth in her tone. Malakar is rubbing the back of his neck. He looks a little embarrassed. It's quite adorable, actually."Thanks. I uh... I wasn't sure what kind of welcome to expect if I'm being completely honest."Morgana grins at me and links her arm through mine without any hesitation. Like we've been best friends all our lives."Pfft, please. You're our alpha's mate. That makes you pack already. And, he's my brother, so that makes you family. I'm so glad that you're not some stuck-up academic Hope. I was worried that you'd have some clinical detachment."I laugh a little awkwardly. I wish I could tell what Malakar was thinking right now."Believe me, I'm
Hope's POV.What the hell am I doing?I am a doctor. A woman of science. Not some heroine in a supernatural romance novel. And yet, here I am, trudging through the misty forest again, guided only by this strange pull in my chest that has no medical explanation.A connection. A bond. To him. Malakar. Alpha werewolf, who I'm supposedly mated to by fate. The phrase alone should send me running back to my carefully constructed life, but instead I find myself running after him again, even after everything that's happened. Maybe I'm the one that should have my head examined by one of the doctors in the psychiatric wing.Werewolves are real. That's still hard to say, even in my own head. Malakar is real and so is this strange magnetic force tying me to him. And the hunter, Malachai, looked me in the eye and told me that Malakar was a monster. That I was in danger. That he saved people from creatures like Malakar. But for some strange reason, I don't feel like my life is in danger when I'm ar
Lucian's POV."Well, well, well. If it isn't my least favorite alpha and his annoying little beta brigade." "Hello, Talon. I thought I smelled desperation in the air."Malakar shoots out an arm to keep Talon from charging me. I smirk at both of them. I would actually love it if Talon tried me. I would love nothing more than to end his sad little existence on this planet."So, is this a social call, Malakar, or did you all just come here to admire what a real alpha looks like?""Give it a rest, Lucian. You've proven that you're the funniest wolf around. You've also proven that noise doesn't necessarily mean wisdom. We didn't come here to be entertained."I stare at Malakar with a mixture of disdain and appreciation for his sharp tongue. The air carries the quiet hum of the forest as well as the mounting tension between us. Malakar waits calmly for me to respond. I watch him with my usual swagger as I try to figure out why he's here."Then why did you come here, Malakar? Did you come to
Velara's POV."Gramma!""Hello, my sweet babies. How are you?"My heart leaps with joy at the sight of my beautiful grandchildren, Gemima and Gerhard. They have a way of always brightening up my day without even trying to. They both run towards me, as fast as a three-and- four-year-old can, and throw their tiny arms around my neck as soon as they reach me."How are the two of you doing?""We're good, Gramma. Mom says that she's going to take us berry-picking today."They're so excited that they talk over each other and I have to strain my ears so that I can make out what it is that they're trying to say. Both of them are grinning from ear to ear and their eyes have a magical sparkle in them. The kind you can only have when you're still a child, and you still believe that the world is a magical place filled with only good things."Oh, I see. That sounds wonderful!""Will you come with us, Gramma? Will you? Please, please, please?"I can't help but chuckle a little at the pure excitemen
Malakar's POV."I think you should leave now, Malakar."Hope walks over to her apartment door and holds it open for me to leave. Her face is empty. Void of any legible expression, but her eyes are dancing with a mixture of negative emotions. Anger, fear, surprise, and disappointment. These are not emotions that I want her to associate with me."Hope, please?"I lost control of myself for a second. When I heard that the hunter had sought out Hope, that he had approached her, and that he intended on doing so again, I just lost it. I desperately want to explain myself to her. I want to tell her that I didn't mean it like that. That the only thing I care about is her safety. I want to tell her that I want to rip his face off for even breathing the same air as her, but Hope looks completely closed off to me right now, and I think that my desire to be violent will only make matters worse."Just go, please?"She's not demanding that I leave. Instead, she's pleading with me to leave her alone