SILAS Adamant little wolf. Those were the only words I could use to describe her. Even after me telling her to cover up, she chose to blatantly disrespect me by walking out in those clothes that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She was damn lucky that no one was around last night. If someone saw her, if an unmated wolf saw her in those clothes, I would have ripped his eyes out of his sockets and then carried her to my room. That was exactly what I felt like doing to Xander when they got back from wherever they were last night. I had things to sort out yesterday and entrusted Grace in Xander's protection. With me finally signing a treaty with the Silver Dawn pack, it meant that I needed to sit with the Alpha and settle on the treaty's terms and agreements. It took us a whole day but we were finally done with the nitty-gritty bullshit of it all. All I wanted to do after was see my beautiful

GRACEI gave in just as Monica had predicted. My things were packed and ready for me to leave. All I had left to do was bid goodbye to everyone I loved but that was easier said than done. Everyone stood outside the pack house. It was bright and early; everyone looked as if they had just rolled out of bed which made sense since it was seven on a Saturday morning."Bitch, why'd you have to leave so darn early," Monica grumbled, her balled fists rubbing her eyes furiously, "This is too fucking much." She proceeded, not even caring that everyone's attention was now on her.Gino rolled his eyes, shoving Monica lightly which earned him a glare, "You're a pain. Stop making this about you, this is about her," he chided, gesturing over to me with his chin."Oh shut up, all you morning people are the same," she mumbled under her breath.I didn't understand what that had to do with a

GRACE When Derek told Silas to take me to meet his wife, I expected to be taken to some remote cabin in the middle of the woods, like every normal werewolf that wanted to be left alone in their retirement. However, we pulled up into the driveway of a massive white and gold mansion that overlooked the beach. It's structure stood tall, in all it's modern glory. There were huge golden gates with wolves on them that prevented just anybody from entering. To increase the security, many wolves patroled around the house.I hesitantly jumped out of the car, walking pass a massive fountain of a man next to a wolf. The water inside was crystal clear and the sun glinted off the pennies that laid at it's base."Sydney's been using the fountain as a wishing well again," Silas broke the silence and I watched as his eyebrows knitted together, "I wonder what she wanted." He didn't seem to realize that he was voicing his t

GRACE That night, when Silas and I went to bed, I had built a pillow barrier between us. Needless to say, that did nothing to help. When I woke up the next morning, Silas was sleeping on his back on his half of the bed. I, on the other hand, was sprawled across the entire bed, arms clinging onto Silas' torso. He had one of his strong arms around my waist, bringing me impossibly closer to him and his other hand laid under his head. The smug look on his face begged me to wipe it off somehow, but it was way too early for snarky remarks so I scrambled away from him and locked myself in the ensuite bathroom for an hour instead.My body enjoyed the contact it had with Silas. He was barely clothed, only a pair of boxer briefs on. I felt flustered, the sparks from the contact still lingered on my skin which made my mind hazy, and my wolf purr in pleasure. A week of this and I'd be caving into this mate bond much quicker than I had

SILASI should have been out there, should have been searching those woods for my daughter along with my pack warriors but Grace needed me and my heart was being torn in two. On one hand, I had my missing daughter to deal with and on the other, I had a mate that blamed herself and consistently felt as if she brought this upon us. Thanks to the bond strengthening, I could feel exactly what she felt, the pain and the turmoil. She couldn't shut it off the way I had. I made sure she couldn't feel what I felt by building a mental blockage. If she did feel what I felt, I was scared that she would know that I did blame her in a way.I hated myself for it and no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I blamed her. There wasn't a day Sydney left this house unless I took her to visit her grandparents. She was six and homeschooled but her teachers always taught her in the back yard under the watchful eyes of the guards.