I hope you are all enjoying the longer chapters and daily updates. I'm currently working on another book alongside this one, so unfortunately cannot give you two chapters a day. I will do my best to get some extra chapters out as and when time allows. Thanks again for all of your comments of support, gems and thumbs up, it really does mean the world to me to know you are enjoying the story. VB xx
Liberty’s POV“Good rest Luna?” Hunter smiles at me warmly from the overstuffed, floral armchair the other side of the bed. The teacup he rests on his knee looks comically tiny compared to his huge frame. I never would have pegged him as a tea drinker. He comes across as more of a ‘Strong black coffee, no sugar’ type. Frankly every man I have met since being here is enormous, rough and ready and … well honestly, pretty intimidating. All of the rumours and whispers I heard about the Black’s of Pine Lake, and their most feared warriors, now make total sense. I was terrified the day I woke up here and realised where I was, I dread to think where I would be now if I had run off like l had thought about.“Yes, thank you Hunter. I didn’t know how tired I was until I sat down.” I feel great now, so full of energy.“I would like to take a look around, perhaps go and see the training field in the daylight. We can watch the men train for a little while, then have lunch in the main hall with the
Christian’s POV“Christian. Everything is okay, Liberty is fine, but I need you to come to your mother’s garden.” Hunter calls to me over the mind link.“Why doesn’t it sound like everything is okay?” I ask. Liberty has been getting better at blocking me and Zander, so when our tether felt kind of numb earlier, I assumed she was just practicing. Now I’m wondering if my assumption was a little hasty.“She passed out for a few minutes, it was another vision, I think. She is awake now, and perfectly fine, just a bit freaked out. She said she needs to ask you something. She won’t say what, but it sounds important.” He sounds confused. I think he is talking to Liberty whilst linking me.“Bring her to our study, I’ll meet you there. Has she eaten yet today?” Esme gave Zander and I the bollocking of our lives when she caught us leaving our room this morning. We have been a bit lax with routine since finding Liberty, both of us wrapped up in getting to know her and spending as much time toget
Hunter’s POVChristian and Zander prefer their study, to their office, and can usually be found in here. Well, until they had a Luna to keep them occupied, that is. The office was their father’s and the two of them tend to avoid it unless they have a meeting with a visiting Alpha they aren’t familiar with. The study is much bigger and has all the creature comforts you could want for a busy day of meetings and paperwork. Informal but functional. Three large, leather Chesterfield sofas fill most of the floor space and create a square, with the original, red brick fireplace on the fourth side. The fire casts a warm glow over the room and the heavy velvet curtains stop the draft from the old single pane, stained glass windows.“Wow. This is so cozy.” Liberty wriggles in my arms until I put her down. She has spent the whole way here insisting she is capable of walking, but to be honest I would rather hear her complaints than put up with my Alphas’ jabs and digs about her safety. I’m sure I
Christian’s POVMax forced his way to the surface and leapt straight through the window in the study. He has been running through the forest for a little while, Caleb is right behind us but keeping his distance, Hunter must have sent Gerald and his wolf, Titan. I’ve caught the occasional glimpse of his uniquely striped, grey and brown, coat weaving between the trees to my right. The thought of something happening to Liberty and Justice is too much, then add to that the revelation about our mother, I’m not surprised Max needed to get out of there and run.Everything Liberty said sounded like a work of fiction, until she mentioned the gown the woman was wearing. Blue, with sequins and beads at the bottom, it’s too similar to be a coincidence, and Esme’s one word answer confirmed the crazy thoughts rolling around in my mind. What liberty saw was my mother in the past, but also herself in the future. They are the only two people who would ever wear that dress. My father in the past, me in
Marcel’s POVTwenty five years is a drop in the ocean to my kind, not even two percent of my life so far. It has to be said, in over a millennia, I have never awaited a moment with such eager anticipation. The convergence of so many fates, their paths influenced and manipulated by forces beyond their comprehension.Everything has played out exactly how they said it would, the chronicles have remained undiscovered until today, entrusted into the guardianship of a most unlikely friend and comrade. All the players in the future war are in place, the only thing missing from the volatile mix is a catalyst.I postulate for a moment that it should be called The Present War now. It’s been coming for so long it started to feel like we would never catch up with the future, yet here we are, on the cusp of our making, or demise. The elders, for all their wisdom, never saw the outcome. All we have been able to do is stack the odds in our favour, recruit the most powerful clans and covens, set whee
Liberty’s POV I made polite conversation on our way back to the pack house, but I remember very little of it. The whole time my head was spinning with Marcel’s accidental revelation. A pup. I am pregnant, right now. Esme has known this whole time. I hadn’t seen the signs as they happened, but looking back, they are as clear as day. The way she touched my stomach and told me we would talk later, when she insisted that I take better care of myself and eat properly, telling me I need to rest and that stress is not good for me. I took it all with a pinch of salt and assumed she was just being my overprotective Aunt. This cant be right. Christian and Zander didn’t look or feel surprised by the news either. When Marcel’s words sunk in, I felt like I was falling down a rabbit hole into some crazy world where nothing made sense. They, on the other hand, seemed barely fazed. Even Christian, Christian… I don’t know exactly what has happened in the last day or so, or what is going on with my ma
Hunter’s POVMy beast watches the affectionate display of our Alpha through my eyes. I feel his yearning for his mate and my mind drifts back to Esme as it has many times today. She has kept herself to herself since getting here, only leaving her room when Zander bumped into her earlier. I know people change, and sixteen years is a long time, but she is nothing like the young woman I used to know. It’s like she isn’t really here or present in the moment. From our talk this morning, I know she has a lot on her mind. I had hoped to be able to shoulder some of her burden, but typical Esme, she refused to relinquish anything more than she felt the need to.The main hall is absolutely crammed with the entire pack, it’s like stepping back in time to when the late Alpha and Luna sat up here, with their boys at their sides. They have all come to see their Luna, and no doubt decide for themselves if the rumours about her are true. Some of the talk has been very entertaining, like the story of
Liberty’s POVThe soft, cradle of the sofa cushions does absolutely nothing to help me fight the tiredness creeping into my bones. I roll my head, stretching my neck and fighting a yawn that would surely swallow the word. Today has been the longest day ever, and coming from me that is saying something, trust me.“We can put this off until tomorrow love, you should rest.” Christian reasons with me, his body blocks the lamp light and casts a shadow over me and about half of the sofa. I love the way his voice still has a gruff undertone even though he softens it whenever he speaks to me. It’s such a contrast to the way he sounds when he addresses anyone else, apart from Lottie maybe.“I will be okay, and I’m not sure I would get much rest knowing how much has gone unsaid and that trust is spread a little thin right now.” I look over at Hunter and Marcel, silently making my point.“Very well, but if you get too tired, you let us know. There is nothing we say tonight that we cannot say tom