Mag-log inDon't worry, I won't leave you hanging for the holiday. Another Josh chapter tomorrow.
JOSH POV “As far as I’m concerned, our sex life was very one sided and I did everything I could to please you. But this… this I won’t stand for. I trusted you and you have broken that trust. I’m done. I won’t be trying any longer.” “Shannon. You can’t mean that. We love each other…” Lucas begins as he steps toward her, but I step in front of her. “Get out of my way, Josh. This is between me and my wife.” I stop the recording and hand my phone over to Shannon. “Shannon, do whatever you need to with that video.” I tell her as I step to Lucas. His eyes widen and takes a step back when I let out a low, feral growl. “Lola, get the fuck out of here, NOW!” Lola startles at my stern words and she scuttles out of the closet. When I hear the front door shut, I know she’s gone. “Shannon, pack a bag. You can stay with me and Jenna.” “Thank you Josh, but no. I’ve done nothing wrong. Lucas, you can pack a bag and go stay with your mistress or at a hot
JOSH POV Lucas is cheating on Shannon. How could he? She is the nicest person, and they’ve been together since their junior year of college. She did everything in her power to support him to make it to the NFL. She made his meals to ensure he was eating healthy. Made sure his clothes and equipment were washed and ready every day. She came to every game, even the preseason scrimmages. She recorded his playing so he could review it later for improvements. She even put off starting law school for his first year in the NFL so she could be there for him and plan their wedding; she didn’t want the planning to distract him during his first year. No one has supported Lucas and his dream more than Shannon has. He’s a fucking idiot! The grunts and moans continue as the rage builds inside of me thinking of everything SHE sacrificed for him. I clench my fists, barely able to see past the red in my vision. But I finally come to my senses and pull out my phone. I
JOSH POV Once inside, I look around for Lucas and Shannon. I don’t see either of them, so I set my gift on the overflowing table of colorful gift bags and boxes. I grab a long-neck from the bartender and head outside to the patio. I spy Tyson and Rose dancing together under the gazebo and wander their way. Rose sees me first, although I’m pretty sure Tyson smelled me as he doesn’t look surprised when he sees me. Rose walks up and gives a large hug. “How are you, Josh?” This woman. She hasn’t once made me feel like shit, unlike Jenna, for leaving the pack and returning to my normal life. She said it’s because she knows how it feels to be a human trying to decide the way forward in a wolf world. However, she is disappointed that Tyson and I hurt her little girl by the deal we made. She mainly blames her mate, and she gave Tyson the cold shoulder for a little while after I left. “I’m okay, Rose. Hanging in there.” “Are you happy to be back
JOSH POV I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up. Three months and not a single, solitary word from Maddie, despite sending her multiple text messages a day and calling every single night when I get home. This week, I’ve started calling in the morning when I get up too. I feel like I’m going to go insane without her. The itch, which began as soon as we left Blue Meadow territory, is rippling uncontrollably under my skin. I have invited her up to see me and to spend some time with me here, but she has yet to take me up on my offer. I’ve become testy and short tempered with my teammates. I’m frustrated with their performances not being up to par and the attitude I’m getting back because I expect better efforts from all of them is childish. Honestly, this is what I would expect from high schoolers, not seasoned NFL players. Or have they always been this way and I’ve just never noticed? During the first few weeks back, I had to undergo extensive
MADDIE POV There’s a knock at my door and before I can answer it, it opens and Emerson bounces in with a wide smile on her beautiful face. She is probably the happiest, bubbliest person I know. She plops down on one of my chairs and rubs her teeny tiny baby bump. I scowl at her. Not because I’m mad, but because I’m jealous. All my siblings are able to find their mates and get pregnant at the drop of a friggin’ hat. Lucky fuckers. “Hey, Mads. Still looking at those rogue reports?” “Yes.” “Well, you’ve been in here for hours. Let’s go outside.” “I have work to do Em.” I tell her, but that doesn’t deter her. “Come on! When was the last time you went flying?” “My birthday.” “That was months ago! And skydiving doesn’t count. Besides, there’s an eagle I can sense outside. I want you to come with me to meet him.” I sigh as I stand. There’s no point in resisting her. She’ll just nag until I do what
MADDIE POV – THREE MONTHS LATER I rub my temples trying to relieve the tension in my head as I read over reports from my siblings and our other allied packs. Everyone is reporting abnormally large groups of rogues being spotted all over the country. But no one can find out what they are wanting or where they are based. Even Samuel, who can turn invisible, cannot infiltrate them to find out what’s happening. We are all very aware magic is being used to hide them; it practically vibrates through the air sometimes. But to our knowledge, all witch covens in the US are white circles. The last black circles were eliminated by THE white circle, the head coven in the US, right after Mama and Tyson mated. I’ve been in contact with Gisele, their leading witch whom the shifter community has had a treaty with for centuries, and she is adamant that no new black circles have formed in the US since the last’s demise. She is currently investigating her people, beca







