I think I’m still sitting on the ground with Arya cradling me, but honestly, you could have told me that I had just been launched into outer space for a mission to Mars and I would have believed you. All I can see were the black depths of Selene’s eyes. I can’t hear anything but the roaring in my ears. I can’t feel anything but an intense chill.
Demi-gods. Fucking demi-gods?
Arya is the first of the two of us to find her voice. “You’ve got to me shitting me!” she whisper-shouts at the Mother. “Demi-gods? What the hell do you mean?”
“You both have had so much pain in your lives.” Arya gives a dry snicker at that, but Selene continues, looking to me first. “Devin, you’ve dealt with feeling that you had to hide who you were, hiding your love for your first mate, all to appease some antiquated thought of what leadership should be. Arya…” The Mother gives a large, deep sigh. She cups her mouth and n
Hey friends! Likely only three more chapters to go, so 1 more update, before the book is done. Because of that, no special episode over the weekend, we'll just finish on Monday. What do you think about this new turn? Still one more loss of the prophecy to go. Let's see what happens. See you soon!
I’m in shock at that last little tidbit that the Mother throws at us. I just stand there, gaping at her.Devin pulls me into his arms, literally jumping up and down while holding me and whooping with wordless excitement.Mother Selene smiles even wider, laughing her tinkling laugh as the full weight of her words hit me.No, it won’t be the same. There will still be grief when we wake up tomorrow morning and he isn’t there. When our pups are born without him standing next to me. When we have to discipline the pups, or have a fight with each other, or take down CCS. When our pups say their first words, or have their first day at school, or find their own mates.No, it won’t be the same. But at least we will see him. We can hold him. We can hear his voice and see his smile again, not just in our memories.It’s better than the nothingness that I thought we would have, the bla
One Month Later…This month has been fucking insane, not just because my mates and I have barely had any sleep because of the pups. I mean, we are blessed that there are three of us, but there are two pups. Two. We feel like freaking zombies.Did you know that newborn pups eat every two hours? Not two hours between feedings. Two hours from when they start. I shit you not. Charlie feeds them both at the same time, but between getting them up, changed, fed, and back to sleep, it’s at least a half hour process. So every hour and a half, we’re up. I love Jerry and Christy, I really, really do. But, fuck kids, sleep!Our parents saw how insane we were and they also knew how important this time was for all of the packs as we were trying to sort out leadership while attempting to find CCS, who had gone strangely quiet
“When did you see him, Lauren? When exactly did he leave? Where did he go?” I’m screaming, unable to keep my panic at bay.“He was here about 45 minutes ago. He left at almost exactly 4:40,” Lauren is sobbing, trying to remember all of the details.“He said that he was going through the forest path,” Carl says, putting on his shoes to come help us look.“He must have been getting flowers for Charlie. That means that he was going by the pond,” I murmur.We pour out of the house, running to the back of the house, Dev, Arya, Charlie, and me. Everyone else is already out searching for Brandon. Where the hell is he?We run to the pond and it’s like a mini natural disaster happened. A tree is moved, like it literally took a step out of the ground. The dirt is overturned and the tree’s roots are pulled from the ground. The branches
This is the end of War of Threes, but the third book, Trinity of Power, is coming!!Important/Interesting Info:1. I will be taking a couple week break to get ahead of the book. It will post on the website on 1/31/22. It usually takes it about a week for it to show up on the app, because they have to sign the book and do all the paperwork and blah blah blah.2. I will keep my update schedule of Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, with the potential of special updates over the weekends.3. Main characters of the story will be: Severn, Corinda, Zak, Brandon, and Charlie4. If you're interested in hearing what I listen to when I write (other than the three gremlins that live in my house), here is my Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Ff2Q8AQ5zlYP3MYFZVQzW?si=296adecc5dbd432b5. If you're interested in insights into the characters or the story or just wanna talk, you can find me on Instagram at "owlonmyw
Another blow lands on my cheek, forcing my head to the side. I refuse to scream out my pain. I just spit the blood from my mouth, a tooth falling to the floor with it. I turn back to Mathias, defiantly glaring at him. How quickly his “love” for me has changed to pure hate. Mathias has waited to find his mate for years. He’s 30. It’s unheard of for any wolf, let alone an alpha, to not be mated by that age. Imagine how overjoyed we all were when he found his mate at the Eclipse Pack. Imagine our horror when her brother turned out to be gay. Mathias is a stubborn prick. He feels that he knows what is best in almost every situation, and he fights for his way. Though this is a pain in the ass when interacting with other packs, it helped with getting what our pack needed out of every deal. Mathias is
The next morning, we are all downstairs to greet Alpha Gael of the Diana Pack and his mate. The elders of the pack are also there, along with Xander and Devin. It is obvious that Xander and Devin haven’t slept much. Their eyes are red rimmed, their faces pale, and dark bags bruise their under eyes. They are holding hands, their knuckles almost white from their grips on each other. Their pain is evident in the very air that surrounds them. Though they know that Arya will return tomorrow, it is of little comfort when they know that their mate is being beaten and abused. Any attempt to console them is met with blank stares, almost as if they have retreated so far into themselves that they cannot understand what is being said to them. We told them they didn’t need to come, but they just got out of bed and followed us. We figured that at the very least we could a
Ma-naaier! (Mother fucker!) My head is spinning as I come back to consciousness. The room is dark, but I can tell that I am alone. Mathias must have grown tired of beating the shit out of me. Mank genaaide bergbok! (Disfiguredly fucked mountain goat, Afrikaans curse) I will kill him! But first, I’ve got to get to my mates. I unleash the hold that I’ve had on my wolf. I would have instantly healed if I allowed her out, which is not something I want Mathias to see. I needed to get the fuck out of here and the only way to do that was to let him beat the shit out of me so that he thinks that I’m not a threat. Almost instantly, my bones start to knit together, my skin sewing back, a
Guau! (Wow!) That is all I can think when our mate steps into the conference room. She is beautiful. She is nearly as tall as Hakeem, her body slender, her movements graceful. Her beautiful hazel eyes are large in her face, her skin pale, and her cheeks have a light flush from smelling her mates. Her full lips have formed a perfect “o,” sparking thoughts of that mouth on me and my pants become quite tight. Her long chestnut colored hair falls down her back and perfectly frames her heart-shaped face. Her legs are encased in a pair of skinny jeans and one of her shoulders is bare from the loose fitting peasant top she wears. Her creamy, pale skin seems to glow in the light from the room. Hakeem and I both stand at the same time. Our movement seems to break our ciel