***Falcon POV***Laney watches me carefully as she prepares to unleash her questions. Even my wolf is unsettled by the intensity in her eyes. She opens her mouth to start her inquisition, but Rome moves over to us, her hand reaching out and resting on Laney’s forearm. “We have to keep moving.” She says softly. “He can answer your questions as we walk.”“I think we should head into a human town and look for a vehicle,” I announce, looking around Laney to Monty who grabs his bag and Laney’s.“Probably a good idea.” He agrees.“I don’t want to steal anything,” Laney says, her eyes pleading with me as I furrow my brows.“You steal all the time. What difference does it make now?” I ask her and her mouth drops open. “I stole only when I had no option, and I always felt horribly guilty.” Laney protests. She turns to look at Rome, her cheeks red in embarrassment, before turning back to face me. “You are a billionaire! You could just buy a car.”I nod in agreement. “Yes, I could, but then pe
By the time we make it to the human town, Laney and Rome both look exhausted, and the sun is fully up. The heat of it hammering down on us, though Monty looks completely unbothered by not only the heat but the rays that seem to have no effect on his vampire skin. For the second time, I wonder how he can withstand the sun when it so clearly affected his brothers. Though we are all classified as supernatural–werewolves, vampires, and witches–There are many differences to each of us. Werewolves, of course, include the few other shifters that do indeed exist, but witches are an array of beings. They can be humans, vampires, or even a select few who are werewolves. It’s for that reason that witches are the mediator between the rest of us, though it doesn’t always work out if Abbie or Annika are any indications. Two witches spinning spells and lie to the two other races, pitting us against each other. Some idiots trust too easily, and I used to be one of those idiots. But vampires? They k
***Laney POV***No one has been permitted to ask Falcon a single question the entire ride. Ok, that’s not completely true. We could ask. But after about fifteen minutes of zero answered questions, we quickly learned that Falcon, over thousands of years, has perfected selective hearing. After eating his pink waffles, which I ordered him as a joke, he completely shut down. In the now four–maybe five? Days I have known him, I’ve seen all sorts of his moods. Silence, however, is new, and it seems to bother me the most. When we walked out of the restaurant, there had been a damn nice forest-green Range Rover sitting out front. He climbed in as if it was waiting for us and started the car with a set of keys. There was no way he had just stolen the keys from someone in the diner because we were the only customers. So where did the damn thing come from?I asked. He stared at me, then he revved the engine. We all climbed in, Rome and Monty much less annoyed than me, but the two of them claime
***Falcon POV***I raise my eyes and watch Laney as she runs her hands through her hair. Her wet red strands tangle as she grips her hair tightly and her face contorts in grief. A feeling I remember all too well being here right now. Standing where she laid all those years ago, her blood on my hands as I sobbed over her body.“Laney…” I try to calm her, but it feels so wrong to be the one holding her here, comforting her as she grieves all the lives I have actually stolen from her.“I need–I just need some time.” She whispers as she turns and runs away. I lurch out to follow, but Rome steps in front of me with a look of defiance on her face.“No!” she hisses, shoving a finger into my chest. “No! You’ve done enough.”“Me?” I laugh bitterly. “I knew what her lives held and how she would handle it, so I kept it from her. Yet the second you remember something horrific, you had to share your pain with her, huh? Did you even think about how she would respond?”“Of course, I told her. We are
As night falls, I set Monty and the girls up in one of the partially dismantled houses left. It’s not much of a place to camp, but with the emotional strain of the day and my needing to still search the area, it will work for now. If not for Rome’s angry eyes, I might have stayed with Laney a little longer. This may be the only time I am grateful for Rome keeping me from trying to get closer to Laney. I have already lost my senses and kissed her on two separate occasions and in those whimsical moments, I couldn’t care less about my mission or my mate. I can’t afford to have those thoughts. This is no longer just about me and my future mate. This is about the werewolf world I have helped to keep afloat since the beginning. The people, the packs that have relied on me and my guidance.In trying to find something to occupy my time whilst waiting for the next reincarnation, I have found a genuine reason to exist. Do we really need The Luna reincarnate to unite us if she is equally just a
***Laney POV***Monty and Falcon have been gone for a decent amount of time, enough to make me anxious that perhaps something has happened to one of them. It’s not that I don’t think they can handle themselves. They have proven more than once that they are very capable, but trust is scarce for me. I trust them, which inherently makes me worry I will lose them. That is after, all what happens every time I trust people. It happened with my adoptive parents and Millie. My own and only real friend in my life. Now, in the span of less than a week, I have created bonds with not only one but three people who I feel I can truly trust explicitly. That doesn’t mean I want to share every aspect of my life, but it means that I want them in my future. For someone who has never had the ability to think past the next day all her life, that’s a tremendous step for me.“What’s on your mind?” Rome asks as she walks over to take a seat at my side. I watch as the fire lights her hair up with hues of red
Falcon sits silently next to me, his muscular jean-clad thigh pressing against mine as he stares at the brick walls of the dismantled home we are staying in. It feels weird being alone with him now that we have kissed a few times. The first time I couldn’t help but kiss him after his kind words washed over me. The second time, however, was all him coming to me. And now here we are, awkwardly sitting in uncomfortable silence. “So…” I offer. Grabbing a stick from my side and breaking it into tiny pieces. “What?” He asks.“That’s pretty crazy about vampires, huh?”I mentally slap myself. When did it become so uncomfortable to be around him? I have always been so comfortable and safe around him, but now I sit nervously like a girl waiting to hear if the guy she likes is crushing on her too. The best part? I know he is at least attracted to me. I mean, why else would he kiss me?“Are you making small talk?” He asks, turning his head to face me.“Maybe?” I smile weakly. “It just feels awk
Two days. It’s been two damn days since the steamy all consuming make-out session with Falcon. Monty claimed to be taking over this next leg of the trip and I have actively sought to be near Rome or Monty at all times. Oh sure, my eyes wander to Falcon way more than I would like to admit, but all I find when I look at him is his cold scowling face. So now all four of us stand huddled on this tiny run-down stoop in the middle of the city. The rain seems to never stop in this smelly place. I peek around, looking at the rundown buildings and the people who seem to not have a care in the world about the wetness they are entrenched in. A shiver wracks my body as I hug myself closely, a warm arm wrapping around my middle section, wrapping me in a jacket attached to a body. I should turn around and shove him away, but my skin prickles as if seeking the heat and comfort he offers and instead I fall into Falcon’s warm embrace. The bastard seems to know my weaknesses. I’m a sucker for warmth,