When I get home, Nash is deep in conversation with Greyson and some of the other guys, so I decide not to distract him. I want his full attention when I tell him about the baby.I get up early the next morning so I can sneak down to the beach and spell out the message. I start looking around for pebbles I can use to form the letters, but before I can even fill my pocket, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and see a girl about my age, tall, with freckles dusted across her nose and long brown hair. “So you must be the new Luna,” she says, looking me up and down with raised eyebrows.“Hi,” I say. “I’m Sarah. Are you part of the San Diego pack?”“Yeah,” the girl says, “but I don’t live here.” She tosses her head, gesturing toward the pack house with a disgusted expression. “I’m Regan. I go to school at San Diego Mesa College, so I live there, in the dorms, with my friends.”“That’s cool,” I say, not sure how else to respond. She seems annoyed with me, but I don’t know w
I run up the stairs to the master bedroom where Nash and I live. The pack house is mostly silent, with everyone still sleeping.Nash is just waking up, rubbing his eyes. He looks surprised to see me in the doorway. “Hey, babe,” he says. “What are you doing up so early?”“I went for a walk on the beach,” I say, which isn’t exactly a lie, “and I ran into this girl, Regan. She said she was your ex girlfriend - your ex mate.”Nash winces. “Sorry you had to deal with her,” he says.“Actually, she told me some interesting things,” I say, crossing my arms. I can feel anger rising in me at just the possibility that Nash might have lied to me. “She seemed like she was trying to warn me against you.”“What did she say?” Nash looks worried.“For one thing, she said that you cheated on her. Like, a lot.”“I didn’t, Sarah, you have to believe me!”“She seemed pretty convinced,” I say. “And we never really did talk about our pasts with each other.”“Sarah, you can’t po
I can smell breakfast cooking downstairs, but I don’t want to be around anyone right now. At least, anyone but Nash. And I think I should give him some space right now.I climb back into bed, burrowing myself in the blankets. I wish I could just go back to sleep and start the day all over again. I would stay in bed with Nash, and never run into Regan, and never decide to confront Nash about her nasty rumors.I can’t fall back to sleep, though, because raised voices outside catch my attention. The big picture windows in the master bedroom overlook the porch and the beach below, and I can sometimes hear it when people are talking loudly on the deck.I creep toward the window, curious. It sounds like Nash and another voice. I focus, using my shifter senses and finely attuned hearing. Nash is arguing with Regan. He must have run into her on his way out for a beach walk. “What did you tell her?” Nash demands. I peek out the window so I can see them, but they can’t tell that
Finally, I get hungry enough to want breakfast. I make my way downstairs to find Juliana, Amanda, and Greyson all sitting around the kitchen table. There’s a plate piled high with crispy bacon, and another with fluffy pancakes.“Morning, Sarah,” Juliana says, bouncing baby Samuel on her knee. “You doing okay?” Amanda asks. “Sounds like a rough morning.”I sit down, reaching for my own plate of bacon and pancakes. “Yeah...I was out on the beach this morning, and Regan came up to me, saying all sorts of awful things about Nash.”Amanda makes a face, then passes me the bottle of maple syrup. “Regan likes to create problems that don’t need to exist,” she says sympathetically. “I wouldn’t worry about anything she says.”I sigh, swirling my fork around in the syrup on my plate. “I wish I’d had that advice an hour ago. I decided to ask Nash about some of the things she told me, and he got really upset that I would believe her enough to even want to bring it up.”“That’s rou
I wander around the pack house for a while, looking for something to do, but my thoughts are consumed with Nash. I sense his return a little before lunch. Out the window, I can see him, walking back toward the pack house. Thrilled, I grab some sandwiches and sodas from the fridge in the kitchen and run down to meet up with him.“Hi, Nash,” I say, giving him a gentle hug. He looks exhausted, so I hand him a sandwich and a soda. “I was hoping we could talk about everything that just happened.”“Yeah, that would probably be smart,” Nash mumbles. He opens his soda with a loud fizzing noise, and we sit down on the sand, looking out over the ocean. “I’m really sorry, first off, for taking Regan seriously enough that I would bring that stuff to you first thing in the morning,” I say.“Not my favorite way to wake up and start the day,” Nash says. “I know, and I should have waited, calmed down, thought things through, and started a conversation in a nicer way,” I agree.
We sit on the beach together in silence for a while. Then, Nash pulls me close and says “Thank you for telling me all that. I know you don’t like talking about this stuff.”“I’m glad you know, now,” I say. “I’m done keeping secrets.”Nash smiles, kissing me. “Actually,” I say, tousling his hair with one hand, “if you don’t mind changing the subject from our exes and all the pain we’ve been through, I have something completely different to share with you. And it’s happy news, I promise.”“Oh?” Nash raises an eyebrow in curiosity.“It’s the reason I was up early and out on the beach in the first place,” I explain. “I was going to do a whole announcement where I wrote it in the sand for you to see from the deck, but I can’t wait any longer to tell you. Nash, I’m pregnant!”His face splits into a huge grin. “Really!?”“Yes! Nash, we’re having a baby!”He shouts in excitement and nearly topples me over with a hug. We collapse onto the sand, cuddling and kissing, thr
The day of the wedding, it’s sunny and warm. Juliana and Amanda help me set up a canopy out on the beach, and everything looks perfect. In wolf shifter culture, weddings aren’t always a big deal - mating and claiming marks are more important - but for the younger generations, especially those of us who grew up around humans, weddings have become a fun way to celebrate a couple’s connection.Inside the pack house, Amanda and Juliana help me get laced into my wedding dress. Layla helped us tailor it to accommodate my pregnancy, which is just beginning to show. As we’re finishing up with my hair and makeup, Greyson pokes his head into the room. “Hey, the guys and I just set up all the chairs outside, but it’s only enough for the San Diego pack. Should we be expecting anyone else?”I shake my head. “No, no guests coming from my side.”Greyson makes a sympathetic noise and shares a glance with Amanda before leaving. I sigh, trying to think about what a happy day it is.
I follow Arnold’s scent, slipping around to the side of the pack house to find him standing there, his hands clasped together like he’s nervous about something.“Arnold!” I cry, running to him to give him a big hug. “I’ve missed you so much. I’m glad you got my message, but I didn’t expect you to actually come!”“I am happy for you, Sarah, on the occasion of your marriage, but I actually came here for a different reason. Can we go inside and talk?”“Sure thing,” I say, curious about what he’s going to tell me. “Let me go grab you some snacks.”I send Arnold inside, then run down to the beach to pick up some grilled shrimp for him. Nash has started a beach volleyball game, and several people shout at me to come join, but I tell them that I need some alone time before rejoining the festivities.Carrying a plate of food and a glass of champagne, I head back into the pack house, where Arnold is sitting on the sofa in almost the exact same spot where Nash and I sat during the