LOGINVIOLETCalvin… blood… roguesHelp… I had to help… Calvin!!!I came to with a jump, but my foot slid on something slippery and I flailed, limbs dancing in the air for one hot minute before I fell.A strong arm broke my fall, and the room came into focus. I recognized that pleasant smell.Brian and I regarded each other for a moment; he, hesitant and wary, me disbelieving and confused. Brian was here, I was here. How was I here?I fell into his arms for a much-needed hug, and he exhaled the tension I had no idea he was holding. I sagged against him, letting him shoulder all of my worries before Calvin's painful whine snapped me back to the present.Brian let me go the moment I pushed away. I was in a tub of water that was growing crimson. The colour itself stuck to me, covering my body like another skin. It covered Brian's body, too, where I had clung to him. I turned to Brian but fear didn't let me ask the questions that hovered at the tip of my tongue.“Calvin is okay, everyone is ok
FREYA Adrien's memories were back but his presence here remained unknown, though it had just been a night. It was surreal, the feeling of having him back, and I was in a daze, not fully coming to terms with the idea that all my worries were suddenly figments of my past.It was freeing in the best way possible and as I lay in bed, bathed in the warm rays of the morning sun, I could not shake the worrisome feeling that though Adrien was back, this was only the start of some terrible things to come.Our enemy remained unknown, a swirl of smoke shifting around in the shadows, dissipating as soon as we caught on hold.I was alone in the room, the kiss Adrien left on my forehead a distant and pleasant memory. He would be somewhere with Ishmael, planning the day. A council meeting would be held with their king once again establishing dominance over his kingdom. It was an event I looked forward to.But before then, there was a niggling in my mind that I needed to attend to. I sat up in bed,
VIOLETI never returned to the packhouse. Dinner was had with my family and when I met Hunter's eyes across the table, I could smile genuinely. After dinner, I found my way to the porch swing. Hunter had it done when he was fifteen, and we had spent many afternoons and evenings together here, just swinging the time away.My brother came just like I knew he would.Wordlessly, I scooted over so he could sit beside me. Then, I leaned over, resting my head on his shoulder as he did. “Do you have swings at your new pack?” he asked, wrapping a hand around my shoulders.“No,” I murmured in reply.“Tell him to make you one.”I giggled at the thought. Forcing Brian to make a swing on his tiny porch may not go over well. “I will.”The evening air was still cold, and a tiny breeze made goosebumps break over my exposed skin, my simple shorts and sleeveless shirt inadequate against that small rage of nature. “I wish you didn't have to go away.” He suddenly said, his voice raw with pain.With Hun
VIOLET“Long day?” Liz queried as I entered the house, noticing my dark mood.It had been just over an hour since I left and here I was, unwilling to step out again. Rowan was in his cage of pillows, fully asleep and Liz was seated beside him, patting his back gently. Motherhood was a good look on her. She was somewhat different; her black hair was longer and was always in a ponytail now, and she exuded peace and a quiet comfort. Like this was her purpose.“Very long day,” I murmured, crouching right next to her. “Where's Aliya?” She was nowhere in sight.“So that's her name. She has no understanding of sitting still.”A soft smile graced my lips. I doubted they did much sitting still at their pack. “She's our beta, I'd be worried if she liked to sit still.”“They have found other places to keep busy with.”“You did not make my beta clean your house.”Liz laughed lightly. “I doubt I can make a beta do anything.” “You make a delta I know do things all the time. I'd say you know your
VIOLET Something, or rather someone, slammed into me the moment I entered the packhouse. Just before my body touched the floor, I twisted, forcing my attacker under me. Aliya would be proud. I straddled Coda’s stomach, pinning him to the floor, though I suspected he was just letting me think I'd pinned him.I was out of practice. Former me would have keyed in the moment Hunter let me enter first.“You shouldn't sneak up on a woman.” I grinned triumphantly down at him.Calvin, who was behind Hunter, made his way in then, “Luna,” he growled, and I suspected that was meant for Coda.He rushed forward, pausing only at my lifted hand. I could tell he wanted a fight. But we were in the packhouse of a different pack and he was about to attack the alpha's son because of me, like I was some damsel in distress. He was getting dangerously close to pissing me the fuck off with his recent attitude.Hunter said nothing but watched the interaction closely while Coda was the image of relaxation ben
VIOLETNo amount of convincing was enough to make Aliya share the bed with me. She insisted on the floor and all I could do was give extra blankets to soften the hardness. That much she accepted at least.I still slept like shit. In the Bloodmoon pack or here, sleep refused to be as fulfilling as it had been in the past. That was all Brian's fault, but I refused to dwell on that.When morning came, I was alone and the blankets were neatly folded where Aliya had slept. She somehow managed not to wake me from my very light sleep. Impressive.My room, like the sitting room, was the same. Silly drawings were plastered all over one side of the wall. I loved art, but it didn't mean I was good at it. My fingers traced over the papers, laughing at the awful drawings. They were more mindless scribbles than actual art.The wardrobe was full of my clothes as I had left it, but they smelled clean. Compliments of Liz, I was sure. It was bigger than the dreadful piece of wood I stored my clothes in
BRIANThe peaceful calm seemed deceptive. I half expected Vi to wake again, and continue her dance of torment. But she didn't. My mate was quiet, with only her laboured breathing echoing in the now eerie quiet of Sheila's hollow cabin.In contrast, my heart beat a fierce tempo in my chest. ‘I coul
VIOLET Everyone soon left, and then Brian and I were alone. The soft atmosphere from earlier was gone and I couldn't help but blame everyone else for that.Nighttime had come, and he was quiet as he heated up, and served me dinner: leftover rice and broth from earlier. It was still nice but it was
VIIt was the tone of my words. Hard, pumped, and waiting. For that final confirmation so I could burn.It carried so much rage that even I was taken aback by the force of it. A film was dropping over my eyes and I struggled to stay in control of my body.The women wore surprised looks. Harriette f
VIMy head was muddled by the pain, but I could hear him. I was shifting? I WAS SHIFTING!The joy of realization was drowned out by the anguish of my forcefully shifting bones. I didn't remember shifting causing so much pain, but then again, I only shifted once, and it was years ago.But something







