GINGER On Tuesday morning, I woke to my cell phone vibrating next to me. Tyce: Don’t forget last shot today. I'd take you but promised Blake I'd fill in for training. But lmk if you can't get there and I'll make it work. I took a deep breath. I did enjoy Tyce's company when he brought me to my appointments. And as much as I acted tough, I really wasn't a big fan of hospitals. And, okay, I selfishly wanted to spend more time with Tyce. But I didn’t want to take him away from his duties. I could find my own way there. After I showered, I checked my leg once again. It was starting to look much better and was well on the way to healing, although I supposed I wouldn't really be enjoying any beach days or pool parties this summer, at least not around other werewolves. But there was always next year, and I'd be back at school around humans soon enough, where I wouldn't have to be so diligent with hiding all my wounds. After getting dressed, I made my way downstairs, where I found my mom
GINGER I'd managed to avoid Heidi for a whole week. Don't ask me how that was even possible when I had to see her at temple services both Sunday night and Monday morning, standing there like a perfect goddamn mate to Hunter, as if I hadn't caught her friend between her legs days earlier. I had only the Moon Goddess to thank that Heidi would never confront me about what happened in front of our parents, especially at temple where anyone could easily overhear. But she kept texting and calling me. Ignore, ignore, ignore. I never wanted to talk to that hypocritical bitch again. She was no longer my sister. I didn't even care what explanation she had for what I'd walked in on. Okay, I was dying to know. I mean, clearly there was way more to the prude Heidi than I'd ever imagined. But still—my blood boiled at the thought of being near her. I was grateful to finally have something to take my mind off everything. I'd be starting my new job that day. Tyce had taken my resume to the former l
GINGER After he left, I turned back to the task at hand and got started. The first entry was about an elderly werewolf that had begun to lose his fur. The doctor who had observed the phenomenon concluded it was due to old age, although it had never been observed previously in other werewolves. A little after noon, someone came up behind me, startling me. I jumped in my seat and turned to come face to face with Tyce. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed. "I always forget how easy it is to sneak up on you." Tyce snickered and bent down to give me a kiss. "I wanted to stop by and bring you lunch for your first day of work." "Oh, my mom already had that covered. She beat you to it." "Damn, and I thought I'd be the hero of the day." "What'd you bring anyway?" I asked, looking up at the tote bag he had in hand. "Okay, I can't really take credit for it. Connie, the packhouse cook made it. I just cut you a slice. She made some meat lasagna." "Oooh, that sounds really good!" "I eve
GINGER On Friday evening, I came home to Paige and Heidi both staring at me from the kitchen table. "Don't you dare run!" Paige got up and I swear she was ready to use one of her warrior moves on me. "Goddess, okay! I'm here!" I replied. "Now sit." Paige pulled out a chair and gave me a hard stare. Damn, she was actually pretty good at giving a warrior look. Did she learn that in training? I rolled my eyes and plopped myself down. Heidi didn't say a word. Her whole posture was stooped and her chin trembled. Served her right. Paige started, "I'm disappointed with both of you." "Disappointed with me?" I shouted. "What have I done? Besides defend myself against Heidi's slut shaming? Especially when she was the one that was slutting it up all along, acting like she's Miss Innocent!" "Gigi," Paige warned. "It's okay, I deserve it," Heidi spoke up, her voice cracking. "I'm sorry, Gigi. I shouldn't have been as mean as I was." "You're only sorry because you got caught," I snapped bac
JASMINE I was upstairs in my private office when a loud banging sounded on my door. I got up to open it, and Lucy's scent drifted into my nostrils. I swung the door open to her in a raggedy t-shirt and leggings, her normally glossy hair tangled and unbrushed, and her face red and blotchy as if she'd been crying for hours. "Please, Jasmine," she choked out. "Please, help me." "What happened?" I asked, looking her up and down. She walked past me and took a seat on the comfortable chair I'd set up next to my bookshelf. After sniffing a few times, she finally blurted out, "Luke's kicking me out of the packhouse." "What?" I stared at her wide-eyed, not knowing what to say. "Jasmine, I love him. He's the only reason I get up in the morning. Without him, I'm nothing. I don't know what to do." She began sobbing. "But why?" I asked. "What happened?" "I don’t know. I don't know where it all went wrong. After we had Libby and got married, everything seemed so perfect. It was everything we
GINGER "Ommm," Tyce said in an exaggerated way as he sat next to me in a lotus position. "Tyce, you're not even trying!" I pushed on his arm. "How do you know?" "Because it's obvious!" He snickered. "Tyce! You're killing me! I'm doing this for you." "I did something for you too." He gave me a huge smile. "What did you do?" I asked. "And it better not be anything sexual." He moved closer and took my hands in his. "I know this meditation thing is really important to you, so I've actually been working really hard at it, outside of when you and I meet up at night, because, let's be honest, I'd rather be doing something else with you." "I don't believe you." I pulled my hands out of his and crossed my arms. "I'm being honest. I have. I don't want to be out of control of my wolf. I'm taking my job as alpha really seriously now. That's why I've been doing everything I've been doing with helping Blake with his pack, getting injected with the wolfsbane, and now meditating every day,
GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect." "Yikes!" Tyler cringed. "Glad there are more humane sterilization techniques these days." "And then even though most wolves can only heal their mates, there was one wolf that could heal anyone, mate or not. But that wolf never ended up meeting her fated mate, so it was both a gift and a curse." "Huh. Interesting." "I honestly wish I could stay and conti
GINGER I woke up the morning of the full moon, my stomach already wheezy. I thought last time it was now or never, but this time it was really now or never. Trying to keep my mind off it, I crawled over to the cage sitting on the floor of my room. "Good morning, Splinter," I said to the brown rat, opening and pulling him out of the cage. I let him climb onto my shoulder as I added pellets into his food bowl. I'd gotten him over the weekend and had already fallen in love. He was just so darn cute and fun to watch. Recalling how Tyce had destroyed the chipmunk in the woods, I began to hesitate about the idea of introducing him to Splinter. Tyce was lethal as a wolf, and I wasn't ready to watch him pulverize my new friend. I put Splinter back into his cage, and then changed out his water bottle. This was now quickly becoming my morning routine. My parents weren't thrilled about the new addition to the family. Paige tried to meet him, but it was as if he could sense the predator insid