INICIAR SESIÓNCaleb POV I arrived in Delta Springs in the early afternoon, exhausted and edgy after spending the whole day in a truck. I’d stewed on what I knew—or rather, didn’t know—for the entirety of the ride. I needed answers but had to find Frankie, and I hoped he could give them to me.The tourist trap of a town was far too crowded for November, and I had to settle for a room in a beat-up motel. But my lodgings didn’t matter. I wasn’t there for vacation.Tobias hadn’t given me any information about where I might find Frankie, but the town wasn’t huge, and wolves had a particular scent that was hard to miss—even among humans.I headed downtown, figuring it was the best place to start. Even if I couldn’t pick up a scent, I’d find out where the local watering holes were and ask around about businesses looking to hire day labor. If he was new in town, he might be hitting bars or seeking work. Elijah said he’d resurfaced in Delta Springs, but I didn’t know if he’d been there prior. Either way, I
Caleb POV Elijah released an angry puff of air from his nose, but he had nothing to reprimand. I was behaving as I was supposed to.“Many years ago, a pack member named Frankie Delacorte betrayed us and ran away. You know how I feel about wolves who don’t follow orders,” he said.I frowned, wondering why he was telling me. He didn't want to dole out punishment after all this time, right? I waited for him to continue.“Tobias had a vision, and apparently, Frankie has resurfaced in a coastal town called Delta Springs,” he said, still not explaining why I was involved.“I have seen only flashes; something is blocking the full vision,” Tobias chimed in, slurring his words. “Some magic.”I’d never known anything to block Tobias’s Sight before, but then again, I didn’t understand his magic in the slightest. He was the sole member of our pack with witch blood—the only way a wolf could use magic—and his herbs had robbed him of the ability to have children long ago. He kept the concoction a s
Caleb POV I sat in the guard post, having just completed my final perimeter check of the night. I was glad to be the only one on duty, even if I thought it was foolish. When I’d been the leader of the pack protectors, I always stationed two men on the night watch. But I hadn’t been the leader for five years.Why Elijah had replaced me with Duncan, of all people, was beyond me. I couldn’t think of a less suitable leader. It was likely because many of the men were loyal to me back then, and Duncan most certainly was not. If I’d had my pick, I would have put Jules in charge. He knew as much as me about strategy, and the rest of the men respected him. Duncan came from the Elijah school of leadership, commanding with force and punishment instead of integrity.I sighed and propped my feet on the table in front of me. I should be grateful I had a role in the pack protectors at all and hadn’t been thrown out of Moon Edge after Josephine left.I occasionally wondered if that wouldn’t have bee
Josephine POV “My granddaughter is going through a”—she pursed her lips, looking uncomfortable—“witchy phase. Why she can’t love ponies like other girls her age, I don’t know. Do you have anything appropriate for a five-year-old?”She looked almost apologetic for asking—a non-believer like most tourists who wandered into the shop, looking for voodoo trinkets to take home. I kept a whole selection of mundane crystals, symbols, and herbs just for them. It was as lucrative as the real stuff.“I’m sure we can find something.” I smiled. “Does she prefer the pretty, shiny stuff, or is she more into the macabre?”The woman grimaced; I had my answer.“My son put a skull and crossbones flag above her bed—inappropriate, in my opinion. But I’m just a grandmother. What do I know?” she said with a disappointed head shake.I didn’t bother to mention that a pirate flag wasn’t exactly witchy. To a five-year-old, a skull was a skull.“I think I know what’ll appeal to her,” I said, leading the woman t
Josephine POV Five years laterI flipped the sign on the door from closed to open. Tourist season was dying down in Delta Springs, but my little store—Moonlight Mystics & Charms—had enough regulars to make it through the cooler months. Ordinary humans enjoyed buying my crystals, herbs, and protective symbols, but the town I called home also had a supernatural community. They knew they could come to me for the real stuff. There were no packs in town, but various shifters lived side by side without much drama. A few vampires even lived in the bayou outside of town, although they mostly kept to themselves. As far as I knew, Vivian was still the only legitimate psychic.I’d set up shop across the street from Big Jim’s Jambalaya Jamboree, and the mural still made me smile. About once a week, Big Jim himself would come by with leftover shrimp gumbo from the restaurant—my favorite—and a carton full of fries for “the young man,” as he said.“Mama?”I looked down at my son, Theodore, who was
Josephine POV While I was eager to try the restaurants—Big Jim’s for the mural alone—I noticed a farmers’ market near the pier and decided to look there instead. It would likely give me a better feel for the community.The market was bustling with activity. Some stalls hosted ocean-themed crafts, while others displayed fresh bread, jars of pickles, and an array of cheeses. But what really caught my attention was the food truck selling burgers. The smell made my mouth water. I didn’t have to wait in line for long, and while they cooked my burger, I bought a beer from the bar in the next booth. Bottle in hand, I found an empty picnic table on the edge of the boardwalk. I sat and unwrapped my burger.The first bite was so heavenly I had to shut my eyes. A small part of me wished I had someone to share the moment with, but I pushed the thought aside. I’d come to Delta Springs to escape my loneliness, not wallow in it.I was reaching for my beer when a woman sat across from me. Feather-ad
Josephine POV I walked into my father’s house—I suppose it’s my house now—with bloodshot eyes and a gaping hole in my chest. Nothing had changed in the week I’d been gone. I was still alone, still grieving, but it felt so much worse. The cottage on the edge of my small town had never felt cramped
Josephine POV The sound of the dawn chorus drew me out of my slumber, and I stretched slowly, feeling a pleasant ache in my body. Caleb hadn’t held back the night before.Caleb.I opened my eyes and found myself alone in bed. I couldn’t hear him in the house. If not for the strong scent of our pas
Caleb POV My eyes snapped open. The warm body next to me was so soft and right. Josephine. It would be easy to roll over, gather her in my arms, and slide into her again. I wanted to feel her around me, breathe in her scent, kiss her lips, and mark her as mine.I got out of bed as fast as I could
Josephine POVHe’d seen me naked before, but this was different. He looked at me with fire in his eyes, a primal need that echoed through my body. He joined me on the bed, and his lips found my neck once more. His hands roamed freely, stroking down my stomach and grabbing at my thighs. I caressed h







