TALIA The week after Thanksgiving, in early December, Lucy convinced me to go over to her house after we finished up with work for the day. “Luke is so busy lately. It’s nice to have someone to hang out with.” She smiled at me as she unlocked the door to the packhouse. After we walked in, she took Libby from the nanny, dismissing her for the day. The nanny looked relieved as she pulled on her coat and practically sprinted out the door. Libby was in terrible spirits, howling. Lucy looked overwhelmed trying to calm her. She walked the entire first floor of the packhouse rocking her. When she got close to me, Lucy moaned, “I forgot colds even exist! I haven’t had one since I was probably twelve years old! Poor Libby.” She looked devastated looking at her daughter. “It will be so nice once she gets her wolf and doesn’t get sick anymore. Of course, then I’m going to have to deal with a teenager in the house. Ugh!” “How did she get sick?” I asked. “It’s been going around the pack, with a
TALIA I walked home, clutching a bag filled with different medications and a paper that explained how and when to take them. The cold air blew against my hot face. I felt light-headed and woozy as I walked home. I didn’t recall ever feeling this unwell in my life before. Once I got back inside my apartment, I fell into my mattress, only to hear my phone ringing loudly. I picked it up to see that a FaceTime call was coming in from Alex. “Hello, beautiful,” he sang out as soon as I answered the call. “Hi, Alex,” I said. A coughing fit followed. He stared into his screen, looking as if he was concentrating. “Was that your cough? You sound terrible! You look terrible!” He drew his eyebrows together. “Thanks,” I replied, sarcastically. “Talia, you’re always beautiful. But, are you—” He stared at me. “Are you sick?” he shouted. “Yes,” I replied. “I’m sick.” “Fucking Artemis! Did you go to the doctor? Fuck. Talia, we need to get you checked up right away. I’m leaving right now to come
ALEXANDER Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was worried. This was really bad. I’d never seen a full-grown werewolf get sick before. Adult werewolves didn’t get sick. At least not until they got past a certain age. I’d, of course, known of elderly werewolves who got sick, growing weak from the aging process. But not twenty-year-old ones! My legs were restless and my stomach churned, my heart incessantly beat in my chest, as if my inner wolf was clawing at me, needing to get to my mate. When I’d hit traffic during the ride, I’d grow impatient, throwing my palm against my car horn. I needed to be with Talia. As I drove, I also worried about my mom. She’d aged ten years since my father died and was a shell of who she’d been previously. Even when things were bad in her relationship with my father, she still always managed to have a smile on her face, humming different songs as she cooked and cleaned, always presenting herself immaculately. I’d never known my mother to have a hair out of place. Now sh
TALIA I awoke feeling well and relaxed—better than I’d felt in weeks, possibly months. My whole body was energized. Calming sparks flooded up and down my skin. I was lying against a warm body, my nipples hard against the thin fabric of my shirt, pressing into his torso. My thighs were warm and tingling. I instinctively threw one leg over his body, pushing myself further against him, his erection throbbing against me. Mmm. I was so aroused and so relaxed. It reminded me of how I often felt during midsummer afternoons, the sun’s rays warming my skin, a feeling of ease overtaking me. He moaned next to me, and my eyes darted open as I suddenly became conscious of where I was and what I was doing. I quickly separated from him, unsure about the situation. It had felt so good but . . . “How are you feeling?” he asked. Then I remembered. I’d been sick. I could barely get out of bed. It seemed so long ago, now that I was feeling so awake and energized, my cough completely gone. “I feel good
TALIA A flying deer??? It all happened in slow motion. Alex slammed on the breaks as the deer in the sky shattered the glass in front of us. Our car spun out, sending us in sporadic circles until we abruptly stopped with an earth-shaking thud. My whole body crashed against the seatbelt and my neck ached from whiplash. I instantly undid my seatbelt to turn in my seat to see what happened. We’d hit a tree, denting the whole car inward—luckily toward the back of the car rather than the front. I probably wouldn’t have died, but it would have been painful had the car landed against the tree a meter forward. Alex instantly jumped from the car, tearing his clothing as he shifted into his wolf form. And then I saw them—a group of three wolves dashing toward us. Was Alex going to fight them by himself? I watched in horror as they attacked him, swiping their sharp claws at him and biting into his fur. But he was good, really good. While the wolves got some good swipes and bites in, overall, A
TALIA Blake dropped me off in front of my apartment building, and I opened the car door to exit. “Let me walk you to your door,” Alex offered, opening his door as well. “Be right back,” he said to Blake, then climbed out, following me to the front of the apartment building. “Do you want to come in for a cup of tea?” I asked. “I thought you’d never ask.” Alex smiled. “Let me send Blake home then.” He turned to walk over to Blake’s car, and I watched as he spoke to him through the opened window. Blake looked over at me and I gave him a thumbs up. He nodded and drove away. As soon as we got into the apartment, I noticed that Alex’s shirt was wet with red stains. “You’re bleeding!” I exclaimed, walking over to him. He pulled the bloody shirt off and said, “It’ll heal quickly. But I should probably wash all the blood off. Do you mind if I take a shower?” “Sure, let me get you a clean towel,” I said, pulling one out of the linen closet and handing it to him. I couldn’t help but notice
TALIA The next morning, after Alex called a tow truck and secured a car rental, we loaded my few possessions into the back of the temporary vehicle. After he shut the trunk, he pulled me against him, staring into my eyes. “It feels too good to be true.” He smiled widely, his whole face glowing. He kissed me deeply and we got into the car, stopping at the packhouse to say goodbye to Blake and Jasmine. “If you need someone to walk you down the aisle at your wedding, just give me a buzz.” Blake hugged me. “And I hope you’re still planning to come to mine!” “I’ll be there,” I replied, hugging him back. Even though we hadn’t known each other long, I could feel that we had developed a close, familial relationship, and I hoped we’d be able to sustain it from a distance. “I’m so glad things worked out with your mate,” Jasmine said. “Stay in touch.” “I will. We’re friends, right?” “Right.” She gave me a huge smile, and I felt a warmth in the knowledge that I was finally making friends and
ALEXANDER It constantly felt like one step forward and two steps back. Okay, maybe it had improved. Previously it was about one step forward, ten steps back. Now it was just a shuffle, back and forth, back and forth. Talia and I had made progress as a couple; we seemed to be back on track. Until, of course, my sister had rained on our parade. And I was stumped. As much as I wanted Sara gone now, and I didn’t care if I ever looked at her face again, I also knew she was right. My mother was very fragile at the moment. One step in the wrong direction and I wasn’t sure she’d survive. Finding out about my mate had already edged her in that direction. “Alex!” my mom called out as soon as I entered her bedroom. I mindlinked the nurses to ask for privacy and closed the door as soon as they walked out. “Mom, how are you?” I sat down at her bedside, taking her hand and kissing her on the forehead. “Where have you been, honey?” she asked, searching my face. “I’ve been asking Sara and the nu