So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that Iโve been training on how to empty myself of other peopleโs feelings. If not, Iโd be drowning in them, rocking in a corner with my thumb in my mouth. Despair. Pain. Rage. Dread. Determination. They flood over me like a tidal wave, crashing against my mental defenses. But using the techniques Meredith taught me, I let them wash over me and drain away, like waves receding from the shore.I have to keep my head on straight. My job is twofold. First, I need to help my friends process their grief without letting it consume them. Zak and Brandonโs pain is like a living thing, a force that threatens to unravel everything if I donโt keep it contained. I push their suffering to the back of their minds, tempering their anger to something useful. They donโt want thisโbut they need it.Then thereโs Dev. His grief is just as raw, just as deep, but thereโs a difference. Beneath his devastation, thereโs acceptance. A flicker of hope. He knows that heโl
Zak and I have been in a fog since Charlieโs death yesterday. The one and only thing that has brought us any solace is our pups. It seems like, overnight, they began looking more and more like their mother. Though both of them have always had Charlieโs gray, raincloud eyes, their faces and bodies seem to have gotten leaner, their chins more pointed, their cheeks hollowing slightly to reveal high, sculpted cheekbones. Maybe itโs just wishful thinking, but others in the pack have noticed it, too.Our families are around us. Friends come in and out of our cabin. All of our mothersโLauren, Danielle, and Claraโbusy themselves with the pups, cooking, keeping things moving as if that will help. The house bustles with people, but I barely register them.The only things that ground me are Zakโs hand in mine, the weight of Christyโs sloppy kisses on my cheek, the warmth of Jerryโs small body as he curls into my chest.I know I eat. I shower. I dress. I might even respond to people. But itโs all
After the ceremony, Gregory and I help Jamal back to our cabin. Every time I see him in that damn wheelchair, I get livid all over again. Those witches. I canโt believe Locasta and Morgana got the drop on him.He freely admits he was distractedโhe had taken a call from Seth and Mike about incoming witches. It turned out to be nothing, just the Crone coven sweeping through like they promised. Apparently, no one had thought to inform our tech team of that part of the plan. And no one but Jamal had their phone turned on.Morgana had woken up just before the call. While Jamal was preoccupied, she directed Locasta to retrieve a knife from her bootโsilver and coated in wolfsbane. They cut themselves free, then stabbed Jamal in the back of the neck, severing part of his spinal cord. He collapsed immediately. The wolfsbane knocked him out, and the silver cauterized the damage. For a time, he couldnโt see, couldnโt hear, couldnโt even breathe on his own.Arya and Dev managed to purge the wolfsb
"Reports have been consistent from all of our sources. Other than one of the fae discovering what was left of Locastaโs body in the bayou, there hasnโt been a single sighting of any Riding Hoods on American soil,โ Hawk says.Weโre in one of our combined council meetings, with all the alphas from every pack in the U.S., as well as the heads and representatives of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens for Hecate. Thereโs also a representative from the Seelie Fairy Court and an ambassador from the Unseelie Fairy Court. The sooner we can get all of us on the same side, the better weโll be protected from groups like the Riding Hoods. Weโre hoping to expand this into a global allianceโa kind of supernatural U.N.For now, the fae are willing to let the U.S. be the test subject. Convincing the other shifter groups, however, has been difficult. Many remain elusive or outright resistant to the idea. Zakโs presence would have helpedโhis Goddess gifts have a way of swaying even the most stubborn mi
The past few months have been some of the most emotionally difficult of my life. Not only am I nearing the end of my pregnancy with our little boy, but we are also leaving Texasโ all of us. Except for the old Diana pack and Arya and Devโs pack, the rest of us will be gone by tomorrow.The last three months have been consumed with finalizing pack laws, succession rules, and building the new packhouses for each territory. We've been moving everything from our old homes, figuring out pack logistics, and ensuring every wolf is accounted for. Itโs been exhausting, but necessary.We also had to choose our new betas, gammas, and deltas. In a twist of fate, Donavon asked to be our beta so that Kesha could stay close to Slade and Chloe. Rin made the same request to serve under Case, Chloe, and Sev, so their families could stay together. That means Mike and Seth will also be moving up north. But the tech squad doesnโt need to be in the same room to work together, so at least that transition will
The ride from Texas to our packhouse should normally take 21 hours, but weโve made it a one-week trip, sending our beta, Landry, ahead of us in our plane. He will help our people move in and settle while Brandon, our parents, and all of our pups take a little side trip for some downtime.Carl, Richard, and Lauren elected to move back to Artemis lands with us. Itโs where they lived, where Carl and Richard grew up, and where they raised their older children. Now that they had a new set of pups, they wanted to come back. My mom and Charlieโs parents were also moving back with us. It was their way to see their grandpups grow but also to honor the lives of my father and Charlie.Carl, Richard, and Lauren were a little upset that Dev, Arya, Jakey, and the twins were remaining in Texas and that they wouldnโt be able to see them as much, but weโve already got a couple of trips scheduled back and forth so that all the cousins could get together and we could see our best friends.Our side trip t
The tunnels twisted and turned in an endless labyrinth beneath the Hoia Baciu Forest. The scent of damp earth mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood and decay. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows along the stone walls as I strode through the corridor, my Thane, Sybil, walking briskly beside me.โHow is she doing?โ I asked without breaking my stride.โShe is much more stubborn, much more resilient than we anticipated,โ Sybil admitted. โBut we believe we may have turned the corner, High Priestess.โโOh?โ I arched a brow, intrigued. Morganaโs torture had beenโฆ sluggish. Less satisfying than I had hoped.Torture, after all, is not simply about the bodyโit is about breaking the mind. True suffering comes when a victim loses their very sense of self, when they beg for death, only to have it denied over and over. And yet, Morgana had proven difficult to crack.Nine months. Nine months of relentless torment. We had shattered her bones and healed them daily, forced her to endure t
Four years earlierโฆ โHow are we going to do this?โ Corinda asks nervously. โWeโre just going to say you and I are pregnant, Rin. It happens everyday.โ Severn pulls Corinda into his chest, soothing her hair down. โBut what if the pup doesnโt look like you? Theyโll know. If it looks like Case, then weโre screwed!โ Sheโs nearly in tears from worry and fear. Casen kneels in front of her where she sits on the bed. He puts one arm around her waist, the other snaking around Severnโs. He pulls them tight to him and they huddle there. โWe told them that you and I were siblings. If the pup looks like me, we explain it with genetics. It will work out fine, I promise. Weโll be safe and our pup will be healthy. Youโll see, Rin,โ Casen responds softly. They donโt realize that the door is slightly ajar. They donโt realize that the doctor is right outside the door. Listening. Pulling away, Dr. Bane takes his nurse with him into his office. Speaking quietly and quickly, he says โCall
The tunnels twisted and turned in an endless labyrinth beneath the Hoia Baciu Forest. The scent of damp earth mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood and decay. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows along the stone walls as I strode through the corridor, my Thane, Sybil, walking briskly beside me.โHow is she doing?โ I asked without breaking my stride.โShe is much more stubborn, much more resilient than we anticipated,โ Sybil admitted. โBut we believe we may have turned the corner, High Priestess.โโOh?โ I arched a brow, intrigued. Morganaโs torture had beenโฆ sluggish. Less satisfying than I had hoped.Torture, after all, is not simply about the bodyโit is about breaking the mind. True suffering comes when a victim loses their very sense of self, when they beg for death, only to have it denied over and over. And yet, Morgana had proven difficult to crack.Nine months. Nine months of relentless torment. We had shattered her bones and healed them daily, forced her to endure t
The ride from Texas to our packhouse should normally take 21 hours, but weโve made it a one-week trip, sending our beta, Landry, ahead of us in our plane. He will help our people move in and settle while Brandon, our parents, and all of our pups take a little side trip for some downtime.Carl, Richard, and Lauren elected to move back to Artemis lands with us. Itโs where they lived, where Carl and Richard grew up, and where they raised their older children. Now that they had a new set of pups, they wanted to come back. My mom and Charlieโs parents were also moving back with us. It was their way to see their grandpups grow but also to honor the lives of my father and Charlie.Carl, Richard, and Lauren were a little upset that Dev, Arya, Jakey, and the twins were remaining in Texas and that they wouldnโt be able to see them as much, but weโve already got a couple of trips scheduled back and forth so that all the cousins could get together and we could see our best friends.Our side trip t
The past few months have been some of the most emotionally difficult of my life. Not only am I nearing the end of my pregnancy with our little boy, but we are also leaving Texasโ all of us. Except for the old Diana pack and Arya and Devโs pack, the rest of us will be gone by tomorrow.The last three months have been consumed with finalizing pack laws, succession rules, and building the new packhouses for each territory. We've been moving everything from our old homes, figuring out pack logistics, and ensuring every wolf is accounted for. Itโs been exhausting, but necessary.We also had to choose our new betas, gammas, and deltas. In a twist of fate, Donavon asked to be our beta so that Kesha could stay close to Slade and Chloe. Rin made the same request to serve under Case, Chloe, and Sev, so their families could stay together. That means Mike and Seth will also be moving up north. But the tech squad doesnโt need to be in the same room to work together, so at least that transition will
"Reports have been consistent from all of our sources. Other than one of the fae discovering what was left of Locastaโs body in the bayou, there hasnโt been a single sighting of any Riding Hoods on American soil,โ Hawk says.Weโre in one of our combined council meetings, with all the alphas from every pack in the U.S., as well as the heads and representatives of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens for Hecate. Thereโs also a representative from the Seelie Fairy Court and an ambassador from the Unseelie Fairy Court. The sooner we can get all of us on the same side, the better weโll be protected from groups like the Riding Hoods. Weโre hoping to expand this into a global allianceโa kind of supernatural U.N.For now, the fae are willing to let the U.S. be the test subject. Convincing the other shifter groups, however, has been difficult. Many remain elusive or outright resistant to the idea. Zakโs presence would have helpedโhis Goddess gifts have a way of swaying even the most stubborn mi
After the ceremony, Gregory and I help Jamal back to our cabin. Every time I see him in that damn wheelchair, I get livid all over again. Those witches. I canโt believe Locasta and Morgana got the drop on him.He freely admits he was distractedโhe had taken a call from Seth and Mike about incoming witches. It turned out to be nothing, just the Crone coven sweeping through like they promised. Apparently, no one had thought to inform our tech team of that part of the plan. And no one but Jamal had their phone turned on.Morgana had woken up just before the call. While Jamal was preoccupied, she directed Locasta to retrieve a knife from her bootโsilver and coated in wolfsbane. They cut themselves free, then stabbed Jamal in the back of the neck, severing part of his spinal cord. He collapsed immediately. The wolfsbane knocked him out, and the silver cauterized the damage. For a time, he couldnโt see, couldnโt hear, couldnโt even breathe on his own.Arya and Dev managed to purge the wolfsb
Zak and I have been in a fog since Charlieโs death yesterday. The one and only thing that has brought us any solace is our pups. It seems like, overnight, they began looking more and more like their mother. Though both of them have always had Charlieโs gray, raincloud eyes, their faces and bodies seem to have gotten leaner, their chins more pointed, their cheeks hollowing slightly to reveal high, sculpted cheekbones. Maybe itโs just wishful thinking, but others in the pack have noticed it, too.Our families are around us. Friends come in and out of our cabin. All of our mothersโLauren, Danielle, and Claraโbusy themselves with the pups, cooking, keeping things moving as if that will help. The house bustles with people, but I barely register them.The only things that ground me are Zakโs hand in mine, the weight of Christyโs sloppy kisses on my cheek, the warmth of Jerryโs small body as he curls into my chest.I know I eat. I shower. I dress. I might even respond to people. But itโs all
So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that Iโve been training on how to empty myself of other peopleโs feelings. If not, Iโd be drowning in them, rocking in a corner with my thumb in my mouth. Despair. Pain. Rage. Dread. Determination. They flood over me like a tidal wave, crashing against my mental defenses. But using the techniques Meredith taught me, I let them wash over me and drain away, like waves receding from the shore.I have to keep my head on straight. My job is twofold. First, I need to help my friends process their grief without letting it consume them. Zak and Brandonโs pain is like a living thing, a force that threatens to unravel everything if I donโt keep it contained. I push their suffering to the back of their minds, tempering their anger to something useful. They donโt want thisโbut they need it.Then thereโs Dev. His grief is just as raw, just as deep, but thereโs a difference. Beneath his devastation, thereโs acceptance. A flicker of hope. He knows that heโl
Zak and Brandon push through the door, Brandon almost immediately shoving Zak to the floor as a ball of lightning rushes through the air toward them. It slams into the door just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway.Gregoryโs ability to mimic Morganaโs powers surprises her, giving Jamal the time to step into the room after his mate. His power fills the space, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within a 100-foot radius (we checked). That includes all the witchesโ powers. The only ones that wonโt be affected by Jamalโs power are Arya and me. Our gifts arenโt Goddess-given but Goddess-like. He canโt take away what is part of the Goddess.The look on Morganaโs face as she drops like a fucking stone is almost enough to make me smile. Her scream echoes through the stairwell, the resounding thud as she lands and the breath whooshes out of her is immensely satisfying. Unfortunately, o
I donโt know what gave me the idea of the salt trail. Honestly, I havenโt been able to think of much since Iโve been here. The thought of us being so close to freedom seems unreal. I never thought that I would escape the Riding Hoods alive. It makes the frustration that Charlie is feeling about us going around in circles barely register to me. Iโm still finding it hard to believe that weโre going to get out of here.But the salt sparks a memory of my favorite childhood fairytale. My mother hated it, the way that the witch was portrayed, but I loved the thought of children being able to outsmart an adult like that. I read every version I could find and acted it out with my toys all the time. I even made Mom, Dad, and Bella call me Gretel for about a year.So, I really shouldnโt be surprised that my old favorite story came to me in a time of need. The whole scenario was made better by the fact that Charlie called me Gretel. I feel like Iโm getting some of me back. Like Iโm starting to wa