Perrin
I had always wondered what it would be like to find your true mate. I had to admit to myself that I had been really curious about it when Kira had first mentioned it. But now...
Justin? Of all people. How could the Goddess have--
No. No questioning the Goddess. My father taught me that a long time ago.
But I admitted to myself that this felt like some kind of sick joke. How could Kira not accept what the Goddess had in store for her? It had been harder than I expected when I told her that she shouldn’t reject Justin. That was the type of decision my father would have made. Alpha’s could never dictate what pairings the Goddess would make, but rather, endorse them. An Alpha would never tell
Perrin “Have you talked to Jaz today?” Her words echoed in my brain. I had tried calling her twice this afternoon, just as an excuse to talk to her or make plans. I left her room and wandered down the hall to my own suite. It was so frustrating how Lo had to keep poking into my relationship. It was all so stupid. I had a missed call from Jaz and a voicemail. She rarely left voicemails, so I pressed the playback icon and listened. My stomach dropped. Her words cut hard, name-calling and profanity aside. Betrayal? Coward? Cheating? This wasn’t happening. I tried calling her back, but every single time it started to ring I got an automated voice m
PerrinI’m not honestly sure how I got home.I remember getting in a car. Leaving Jaz’s apartment. Tom opened the door for me I think.Charlie was there too, I think. I was in too much of a daze to really notice.I found myself strolling the grounds of the pack house, lost in my own thoughts.I had no idea what time it was.How could it really be over? Jaz and I… after more than two years together? No, this has to be a bad dream…How could she end it? My insides felt empty and dark. My whole body felt… hollow.I get that the news article was messed up. That’s why I tried to
Mark“It’s going fine.”“The other packs are really cooperating?” His voice held a tone of surprise.“We’ve had a few nights go cleanly so far. Gamma Janas is running things smoothly.”“What you mean is, apart from your daughter’s little adventure, everything’s fine?”I swallowed hard and held my gaze firm. His point had been made and he didn’t need to say more. Disciplining my daughter the other night together was one thing, but that didn’t mean that the Alpha didn’t get to make his disapproval clear, even to me. I was embarrassed beyond reason and still couldn’t believe that type of behavior Leila had exhibited. It was careless and stupid. How she was
Mark“Kyle was a Beta and that’s all that matters. And don’t you dare claim to know what he wanted for our children.”Her voice was molten anger but the words cut like ice. Unshed tears threatened to escape her eyes, full of fire. It was in moments like these where I admired the passion she had. It was what made her a good Luna. But it was also moments like these where I couldn’t fathom how different she had been from Sienna.I didn’t reply. As much as I hadn’t heard it spoken aloud in years, hearing it openly stated what we had all known for so long… it made me shudder. I looked away from both of them.Jason took Deirdre’s hand and pulled h
Twelve years earlier, at the burial ceremony in the Sanctuary grounds of the Aperture Pack. Mark “Thank you, everyone, for coming. May the Goddess be with us on this evening of mourning.” Jason’s voice was both firm and calm. Only those close to him would notice the nervous tick of his knee, bouncing as he stood behind the podium. Jason began his eulogy, speaking about the bond that Kyle and he had shared. The life they had built together as Alpha and Beta, the legacy of their friendship that would endure. He spoke of Kyle’s loyalty, his steadfast commitment to the pack, and his commitment to his friends. It was a beautiful speech; authentic, funny, moving, but raw, too. There wasn’t a dry eye on the podium. I wondered vaguely if I would ever mean that much to an Alpha. If I would ever have a bond that would mean so much to a
Mark Present Day, Alpha Jason’s office I recover from my memories and look at Deidre and Jason. They had both aged, Deidre more gracefully so, since the day of Kyle’s burial. Ghosts of those days haunted me whenever I let my thoughts drift too far. Silence had fallen for several minutes as we all were lost in the shadows of our own thoughts and memories. “So… what are we going to do?” My words felt strangely hoarse in my throat. Deidre looked at me, voice flat. “We can’t change his eye color, Mark.” “I know that. But how do we protect Ethan?” “I’m not sure that we can.” Jason admitted. His face looked troubled at the thought.
Eighteen years ago, Infirmary Deidre “True mates.” They were the first words Kyle had ever spoken to me, and the only ones that would ever matter. Eyes still locked on one another, I spoke to Irene. “Leave.” I heard her sharp inhale of breath as she scrambled from the room, slamming the door behind her. Even as the sound of the door echoed across the room, I didn’t flinch. He took a step closer to me, face inches from my own. He was tall, muscular and lean. His silvery tangle of blond hair framed his face, a few loose waves touching my skin. The touch was mundane but the sensation was elec
Eighteen years ago, Pack House Deidre “You have a wife!” He put his head in his hands, then raised it again, “I know. And we married with the understanding that we would never find our true mates.” “A WIFE!” I practically hissed. Kyle’s shoulders slumped. We were in his office. And also in an impossible situation. “You should have said something yesterday.” Kyle looked at me from behind his desk, lean