My wolf was less joyed about the return trip home. She knew what was about to happen. She knew that we had to keep our head down and take the slaps and name calling. One more day to us. One more day wishing we were anywhere else but here. We both knew that today would be one of the worst days though. Today was a reminder to my entire pack, but especially to my parents, that I was alive and my brother was not.
I entered the pack house through the back door, making sure that I made as little noise as possible. As long as the pack members were asleep, I was safe. I turned on the two big coffee makers we had in the kitchen and started to get out the skillets I would need to make up the pack breakfast.
Most pack members have their own homes. The members that live here in the pack house are the Alpha, the Luna, the Beta and his mate, a few of our strongest warriors, and a few pack members that are on my father’s advisement council, and me of course.
My sister Scarlett lived here until she met her destined mate eight years ago. Shortly after they completed the mating ceremony my sister, and the only person who had shown me love moved into her mate’s pack on along the coast of California. Although I know that Dorian loves my sister more than himself, I still hated him a little bit for taking her away from me.
I shake off the memories and hurriedly get to work. Even though only a few pack members reside here they are mostly male warriors and have very large appetites. I carefully make a variety of eggs, from scrambled with cheese to poached. Ham, bacon and sausage are also prepared, and then I start on the pancakes.
I can hear them coming into the dining room. I am ready for them. I bring the coffee in first. My father the Alpha Jason always takes his black, my mother likes cream with hers. I quickly get everyone’s beverages served and then start bringing in the plates of food. Years of serving the members have taught me exactly what they like. I try my hardest to serve them quickly and quietly. The faster I am in and out the less chance they have of hitting me or ridiculing me.
“Daphne”
My father’s tone of voice stops me dead in my tracks. Even though he didn’t yell my name this time I start trembling even though I am trying to hide it. Out of all of the members of the pack my father is the most vicious, and the one that has inflicted the most pain both physically and mentally.
“Yes Alpha” I reply looking down. I am not allowed to look directly into the eyes of any member of my pack. That is how much I am hated here.
“We will have neighboring packs visiting us tomorrow, this is an important meeting. I want this place sparkling for their arrival. We will be hosting three additional packs here; therefore, you will be preparing dinner for our esteemed guests as well. Ensure that it is delicious, or I will kill you in front of them for your disrespect. Am I clear?”
Before I can even reply the Beta is protesting.
“Alpha I do not think that this pathetic wretch could cook anything that would satisfy our guests. I highly recommend that we look into having this event catered instead. Having this dumb brat even try to meet Alpha Caleb standards would just display how pathetic she is. “Beta Noah despises my presence almost as much as my own father does. He is fiercely loyal to my father, and to the pack. He made it a mission to always remind me that I am the one who killed the heir to my father’s legacy.
“You may be right Noah. By Goddess just having her standing there is turning my stomach. I should have smothered her the day she was born.” These scathing words come out of my own mother’s lips. Never has she ever muttered anything nice to me. Her hatred for me is like a slow poison that is injected into my veins every time she opens her mouth.
My father sits deliberating on whether the event should be catered of if he should have me do the cooking. I am terrified that he will choose me. I have no idea what kind of food would be up to par for the visiting packs. The only wolves that I have ever met that did not belong to my pack was when Scarlett’s mate came. At that time, it was only him and a few other warriors that had been passing through on their way up to Washington to discuss trades.
“Unfortunately, you are all right. This event has been years in the making, and everything needs to be perfect. We will need to have it catered.”
I am immensely relieved by my father’s words. I surely would have failed had he given me the task.
“Don’t think for a second that you’re off the hook,” my father started, “you will have this house sparkling before our guests arrive. All of the spare bedroom linens need to be changed, and the pack meeting house needs to be prepared as well.” My head was lowered through out his instructions so unfortunately, I did not see the coffee cup that was thrown at my head. It clipped right above my eyebrow and I could feel that it left quite a scratch. I could feel the warm blood threatening to drip into my eye.
“Yes Alpha,” is all that I mutter as I shuffle out of the dining room into the kitchen. I long ago quit crying over these small cuts or their words. Crying would make them angrier. Crying would ensure that I get beaten. I place the dirty dishes in the sink and grab a hand towel to wipe the blood away from my face. I use the tea kettle as a mirror and notice the gash is not big. This means it will heal quickly.
As I wipe away the blood, I wonder why we are now getting visitors. Usually our ambassador travels to the neighboring packs for peace talks, or trade negotiations. Its very unusual for our pack to host events. Although we are a strong pack, we are not a large pack and we do not own a large territory. Shaking my head, I know that I need to hurry and finish up cleaning the kitchen. The Alpha made it clear that I had a full day of cleaning ahead of me.
Alma’s words had successfully shocked both Scarlett and I into silence for a long moment. Hawk was not just the Alpha’s son but was also the next in line to take over his pack.“How sure is he that this witch is his destined mate?” Scarlett finally gasped out, breaking the tense silence we had been locked in.“He is sure enough that he would lay his own life down for hers.” Alma practically whispers back. I can see that this is sitting heavy on her heart and mind.Seeing her obvious discomfort spurred me into action. “Well then I hope to be celebrating their mating ceremony soon. As I said before Luna Alma you will find that we have no issues with Viola, or your pack. I am actually hoping that this will help strengthen our bonds, and we would welcome her with open arms here.”A smile broke out upon Alma’s face at my words. “Luna Daphne you cannot possibly fathom how much I appreciate your kind wo
Daphne’s Point of View It did not take me long to finish getting ready after Caleb left. I took a few long breaths to calm my inflamed face before I left our room. Caleb has my heart pounding. As the Luna of my pack, and with us still entertaining guests then I cannot be waltzing around like a lovesick puppy, filled with lust. Once I felt the blood leave my face, and my pulse slow I knew it was time to leave the room. Surprisingly I felt rather hungry this morning but thinking about the activities of the previous night it should not have been a surprise that I have worked up an appetite. With the ghost of last night replaying through my mind, and a huge smile on my face I happily left the bedroom and headed downstairs to have breakfast. I barely made it out of the room before my arm was grabbed and I was yanked into the study. “What the hell Scarlett that hurt.” I whisper yell at my sister as she finally relents and releases my arm. “
Caleb’s Point of ViewI know that I must get up from the bed but laying here with Daphne sleeping soundly splayed across my chest I do not want to move. Last night was amazing. I did not expect Daphne to be ready for intimacy on that level yet, but when she bucked her hips up, I was lost in the void of lust. I had missed my mate severely, so it was a huge relief to both myself and my wolf spirit. I felt like our bond was stronger than it was yesterday. I bent my head and softly kissed the top of hers, sending up another thank you to the Moon Goddess for blessing me with her.“Mmmm I do not want to get up yet.” Daphne’s sleepy voice called out.“I know my love, but there is a lot to get done today. On the bright side almost, everyone will be leaving after today so that we can start to untangle some of the mysteries we have around here.” I am not sure if I said this more to reassure her, or if I was trying in va
Caleb’s Point of ViewI lay awake for hours, praying that sleep will eventually come. Daphne is splayed across my chest with her head nestled into my shoulder. I love holding her like this, and normally I would be out like a light. This is the exact kind of contact that I was craving while she mourned the loss of our child. Tonight, though I am racked with worry, and fear.What if Daphne is right? What if somewhere along the lines in our pack, our wolves mated with witches or witch hybrids? What if a witch cursed our pack? I hate not knowing exactly what is going on. Usually in situations where I do not have the facts, I can turn to Theo, and he can discover what exactly is going on. It seems as if Theo is as stumped as the rest of us, and that alone is making everything uneasy for me.Scarlett’s admission is also troubling me. If Alma was able to find a witch does that mean that they are more common than I previously thought? I pers
Daphne’s Point of ViewCaleb got Clint settled into what was supposed to be our nursery. Luckily, there was an attached bathroom as well, so Clint would have total privacy. I was still flabbergasted by everything that was currently transpiring. This week seems to be tossing us mystery after mystery. My brain could not stop trying to fit all the pieces together. Somehow, I had a feeling that a few things were connected. “I feel like I can see the gears turning in your brain already.” Caleb’s voice startled me out of my thoughts. I turned to see that he had come back.“Did Clint need anything? I feel bad because I do not remember asking him if he had already eaten.” I tell him.“I ran down and grabbed him a few sandwiches, fresh fruit, and made sure he had plenty of water to drink as well. He will be fine. This whole story seems crazy.” Caleb pulls me gently into his chest.&ldqu
Caleb’s Point of ViewAlpha Clint’s words stunned me. How could Axle not be his son? The man was softly sobbing in my office chair with his head in his hands. Daphne I could see was shocked as well and still standing by the door. I swiftly went behind my desk and pulled out my Brandy and three tumblers, pouring us each a glass. I then grabbed the tissues and nudged Clint’s arm with them. He gladly accepted my offer and when he was done wiping his face, I handed him the glass of Brandy.“Now that you are a bit calmer Clint, I am going to need a deeper explanation. I have met Axle before, and the man that is here appears to be him.” In truth it had been a little while since I had seen Axle, but overall, his looks have not changed much since then.“I noticed the change shortly after Axle took the reigns as Alpha of our pack. At first, he was my son, dutiful in his leadership, proud of our pack and strong. Then he