INICIAR SESIÓNSelene My heart stopped, and I stared in utter disbelief as I realized that it was, in fact, Jax. But how was that possible? How had he found the Silvermist Pack? No one knew they were still alive. It...it didn’t seem right. It had been almost a year since that painful day when he exiled me. Why was he here? I pulled back from Jack. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sensing my mood had shifted. I shook my head. “It’s Jax,” I said faintly. “What? Where?” he asked, whipping his head around in the direction I was looking. Jack knew all about Jax, as did Avery. I’d told them the whole story, from the Alpha Mate Reveal to the rejection. Jack had been angry when I recounted the public rejection and exile details. He’d said he hated him, full stop. It was different with Avery. I didn’t have my mom here at Silvermist, so she stepped in and took on a motherly role. I’d spent countless nights alone with Avery, crying, trying to work through all the pain that Jax had caused. She’d comforted me,
Jax A mix of emotions flooded through me as I watched Selene on the training ground. It had been a long, grueling hike for me, given my injury from that stupid fucking ritual. My parents tried to mindlink me several times, but I closed it. I didn’t give a flying fuck about anything they had to say at this point. I was pissed at both of them. When we got to the cave, the witch told me to walk through, and I’d find Silvermist on the other side, then left me there. Damn witches. I’d made my way through the cave, and sure enough, there was a pack on the other side. At first, I couldn’t believe it. It was true—the Silvermist Pack was alive and well. I’d followed the trail down into the pack. I’d expected to see a seedy pack with bars and chained-up whores, but it wasn’t anything like that. It was quaint, with cute little houses. I hid behind a tree so no one could see me. I knew nothing about this pack and wanted to keep a low profile until I did. I was an outsider, and who knew wh
Selene It felt so good to hold my sword again. It had been too long. Granted, I’d been busy giving birth and looking after a newborn, but still. The weight of the hilt in my hand was like heaven. Avery was an exceptional Gamma, truly. She was brilliant at hand-on-hand combat, an art form not all warriors practiced. Sure, we often fought in wolf form, and she had training exercises for that, too, but there were times when we couldn’t shift and had to fight in human form. Avery told me the ability to take down an enemy in human form is what separated the good warriors from the sub-par ones. I’d always been fascinated with warriors. Growing up in the slums, we didn’t see them often. We were forbidden from so much as even stepping foot on the warrior training grounds back at Crescent Moon, so the only time I’d ever seen warriors growing up was at official pack events or when they came through the slums to arrest someone—which wasn’t often since the rest of the pack didn’t really care
Jax I awoke in the same small room with a bandage wrapped around my arm. I was on a pile of blankets on the floor which barely did anything to soften the hard cement underneath, and my back ached. Clearly, witches weren’t the most hospitable creatures around. I sat up, and pain shot through my arm. I still felt a little light-headed, but I could already feel my wound healing thanks to Storm. “Good morning, sunshine.” The voice startled me. I hadn’t seen the witch sitting in the corner of the room. I dragged myself to sit upright, and she thrust a cup at me. “Drink this,” she said. I accepted the cup and looked inside. It looked like brown sludge and smelled even worse. I crinkled up my nose and passed it back to her. “No thanks,” I said. But she pushed the cup back towards me. “Go on,” she insisted. “It will make you feel better.” I eyed her suspiciously, and she laughed. “I know what you’re thinking, but if we wanted to poison you, we would have already.” True. “Just take
Jax I fucking hate witches, and being with the Azure Coven only confirmed that opinion. They stunk like moldy bread and walked around with smug smiles like they were better than me. Werewolves and witches have never gotten along. We keep to ourselves, and they don’t bother us much. Witches sometimes consort with rogues, but they never come into pack territory; equally, we never wander into witch territory. It’s an unspoken rule. Coming to Azure Coven was the last thing I wanted to do, but I’d run out of options. I’d been trying to track down Selene for months—almost a year. It was like she just disappeared off the face of the earth. I’d even spent a stint in the human world in a nearby city, wondering if maybe she’d resorted to a life with humans. But everywhere I looked, I turned up empty-handed. I’d scoured every pack, both in our territory and beyond. Maybe a pack had taken her in? I offered rewards everywhere I went, describing her, praying for a clue. I kept in contact with
Just then, there was a light knock on the door. Jack and Avery entered, both bearing small gifts for Hennessy. “Three months old today,” Avery whispered, reaching her arms out for the baby. I passed Hennessy over to her. “Happy three-month birthday, little one,” Jack said, smiling. “You don’t have to keep bringing her presents for every milestone,” I chuckled, wrapping my nightgown tightly around myself. My arms always felt so strange when someone took Hennessy. I was so used to holding her that it felt weird when I didn’t. “I know we don’t have to, but we want to. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” Avery said in the strange voice she used whenever she talked to the baby. I had to admit it was comical watching this strong, powerful gamma talk baby talk. She rocked Henessy in her arms. I opened the gifts—a hand-knit baby blanket and a little wooden spoon, hand-carved. “For when she’s ready for solids,” Avery said, winking at me. I smiled gratefully. It was really sweet. Jack, Avery







