ログインJax’s parents may have overlooked their mate marks, but Harold doesn’t miss a thing! This should be an interesting conversation for them! Remember.. updates occur daily!
SylviaI watch as Jackson carries Raven up the stairs to her room. I was worried when he growled at me, but when he leaned over to breathe in ravens neck, I saw the top of a mate mark peeking out of his shirt. If Raven marks him, he absolutely would’ve marked her. I have seen the love in that boy’s eyes for over two years now. “Honey, are you ok?” Harold asks me.I nod my head, but before I can answer, I hear a voice in my mind. ‘Sylvia, Raven knows about me. Our meeting was very brief, but she knows I’m her biological father. I am very sorry that you must now reveal the truth to her.’Anything I was about to say, dies in my throat. I turn to Harold and I can feel the tears coming. I knew, when her wolf had awakened, that I would have to have this conversation with her one day. I just hoped I’d have a little more time. I can feel Harold sending me waves of love through our bond. He wraps his arms around me and holds me to him, letting me breathe in his scent. He never begrudged me
RavenI want to check on Sylvia. She’s still asleep. I try to stand but my legs start to give out. Strong arms come up from behind me. Dad. I feel an overwhelming sadness, does he know? Will he hate me when he learns the truth? I don’t know if I can handle it. He’s been the only dad I’ve ever known. ‘He is still your father Raven, knowing who I am doesn’t change that. It will all be ok.’Hearing his voice, it gives me some strange sense of familiarity. Not who’s voice it is, more that I’ve heard it before today. But I can’t dwell on that right now. “I need to check on Sylvia.”Dad helps me around the bed. Jax is still holding his dad, but his gaze has shifted to me. He’s watching to make sure I’m ok. I sit down beside his mom, I grab hold of her hand, reaching into her, finding the connection to her mind space more easily. Whether it’s because she was the one who had the direct impact of the demon goo or if its just that she’s experiencing an echo of the symptoms, I’m not really c
RavenI’m falling fast, until I’m not. The drop halts, yet there’s no ground beneath me, nothing solid to grab onto. Panic claws at my ribs. Where am I? Darkness presses in from every side, so tight I can’t inhale. I want to scream, but sound won’t come.Then I can sense a presence. It seeps inside me like an anchor, suddenly stopping my panic. Someone is here. Waiting. Recognition floods through me, warm and familiar, like finding a home I never knew I’d lost.A light follows. It’s soft, otherworldly, seeping through the black like a sunless dawn. It wraps around me, warms me, and for the first time I can breathe. My heart still races, but the iron grip around my chest is loosening. I’m not in the forest. I’m not even in my body. Yet instead of horror, I feel… right. That presence calls to me without words, and every part of me wants to answer.Slowly, it takes form. Him. My father. I don’t think about it. I just know. A tidal wave of emotion knocks the air from my lungs. I feel his
Raven I feel myself starting to wake. My senses increasing slowly. I can smell oranges in the forest. It’s stronger than before but not in a bad way. My body feels sore, and I turn, leaning into the heat that feels soothing against my skin. That’s when I feel an arm around me tighten, and my eyes snap open. I’m laying on Jax, my chest on his chest. Parts of my body on his, limbs tangled around each other. And we’re naked. Everything from yesterday comes flooding back to me. Racing to get to him. The intensity of his emotions. The way my heart started to ache when he thought I left. When he said he loved me too. The way everything shifted after, and then there was only desire. Desire for him. The way I wanted to be closer to him. The ache my body felt wanting more. I wanted nothing more than to blur the line of where my body ended and his began. The way I gave myself to him. There was no hesitation, no doubt. And then, the full truth of last night hits me fully. I’m not a vir
Jax I don’t know how to deal with this. It’s not like I want anything to happen to my dad. I definitely don’t want him to die, or my mom. But no one else has had this back and forth thing happen to them. No one can tell me how to move past it. I thought I was going to lose it when she went downstairs. She said she’d be back, but I couldn’t help wondering if this was becoming to be too much for her. I wouldn’t blame her, she shouldn’t have to be a security blanket for me. The thought stirs Ansel, and I panic. I don’t think I can fight him if he wanted to take over again. No, I know I can’t. I pull my legs to my chest. Trying to keep my body as small as I can make it. It’s the only thing I can manage doing to to keep him from forcing the shift again. But she comes back. When Raven climbs into my lap, I don’t hesitate, I wrap my arms around her. She’s the only thing that’s keeping me from falling apart. And right now, it’s harder than it has been before. In the last several month
Raven Callie races to Jax’s house. I can feel the strain in her limbs. She’s pushing herself harder than she ever has before. We race past people at random. Not caring who’s in her way. Our only thought is to get to Jax and Ansel. We dodge bushes, fences, jump over the occasional fallen tree and anything else that could slow us down. It’s only a few minutes later, and we jump through the last of the trees, racing into the yard but we slow as we approach the house. Nothing outside looks out of place. But the front door looks like Ansel charged through it. It’s a bigger risk to go into the house in our wolf form, it’s a much smaller space now that we’re basically fully grown. And if Ansel reacts badly, we could get seriously injured. She feels my urgency to get to them and she makes her way up the porch. She lets out a short bark, signaling our entry. It’s only a brief moment when we hear something. But it’s not a growl that we hear in response. It’s something much more sad. We fo
Jax I hadn’t been able to top Raven’s birthday gift to me for her. But she seemed quite happy with the locket I gave her. On the outside, I had a raven engraved on it. I had managed to find an old picture of Ansel and Callie shortly after we both got our wolves. It took a few tries, but I managed t
Raven (age 17) Two days later, Jax’s dad officially moved into the pack house. Gwen had spent the bulk of her days with him, splitting her time at night between being with him, and being home with Jax. Things with his dad had actually slowed down instead of progressing like everyone expected. For a
JaxI shift back, Ansel’s dark fur receding, my bones reshaping. I quickly grab my shorts and pull them on. Nudity isn’t something new, as wolves, we’re used to it, but something about being naked in front of other she wolves, makes me uncomfortable in a way it didn’t before. ‘Because of Raven.’ A
RavenRion steps in again, his movement precise, controlled, and I follow without hesitation, meeting the strike and shifting into the next position the way I’ve been trained to.But something about it doesn’t line up the way it should. It’s not the movement, but the space around it.For a split se







