Orion“I’ve met Selene…” her words trailed off, and my mind went into overdrive.“What do you mean you met Selene? Like the moon goddess?” I sat up, resting my back on the headboard, and streamed my hands through my hair.“I mean that I met the Moon Goddess, Selene.” Her eyes raised to meet mine; her gaze was shaky.“Are you sure?” I scoured her face.“Yeah. She calls me little pup.” She gave me an awkward smile.“When did you meet her for the first time?” I let my eyes search her face and body language for any sign of lying or falsehood. She shouldn’t know anything, but I saw no signs of deception in her face.“After the funeral, I went into the woods. Harriet had smuggled me a book. I went to the creek, and I fell asleep against a tree reading. I think you were close by. I thought I smelt you.” Her lips curled into a smile, so she knew I was there. “When I was asleep, I ended up in a forest I had never seen before. This gust of wind

RoseI ate breakfast with Iris, but eventually, she said she had to pick up some things in the human city close by. I was left the majority on my own, but I knew I was not indeed on my own. I didn’t mind though, I understood why my mate wanted to make sure I was safe when he wasn’t around, and I couldn’t mind link yet.I spent the rest of my morning back in the west wing of the packhouse, Orion’s wing...I guess my wing. I visited the guest room to fish my clothes from the day before out of the shower. I rang out the excess water before crossing back the hall, stopping in front of my new room. I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob; this was my new home. My new space, with my mate. It felt like a warm flame-licked my insides when I thought of my new place with my mate.I focused on putting away the clothes Iris had dropped off last night. I looked around the closet I stood in. Orion was meticulous with his clothes; all of his shirts hung in a color-coordinated

RoseThe initiation was hours away, and I comfortably lounged in one of the leather chairs in Orion’s office with my nose stuck in a book. He was squaring away as much paperwork as he could before the ceremony took place.Since I had never participated in one or seen one, I had peppered Orion with an obscene amount of questions. I just wanted to get an idea of what was going on. Luckily my mate fed my curiosity and gave me a quick rundown of how the ceremony would go.After the sunset, Orion would make a speech and slice his hand open. Then, my pack members would go up one at a time and cut their palms before locking their hands with him. I would be the last pack member to do it, signifying my importance to the Alpha.At the end of the ceremony, the majority of the combined pack would shift and participate in a run. It was essential to Orion for the pack to unite in their human forms and their wolves. Running as a pack would also allow my pack to get to k

AlastorI decided to take my talk with Rose to heart. During the initiation ceremony, I finally let my only defense line crumble and unmasked my scent. Once I stopped masking my scent, it was like a weight crumbled off of my shoulder.I impatiently waited as the members of the Silver Crescent have their palms slit one by one. The anticipation and nerves were eating me alive. Everything around me turned into static as I sunk into myself. Any confidence I had in this plan was turning into dust.Why was I listening to Rose? She doesn’t even know me; she doesn’t know my story. She was so sheltered. This was stupid; I shouldn’t be doing this right now.Before I could finish talking myself out of it, Orion announced that it was time for the run. I made my way to the back of the clearing. I dropped my clothes in an untidy heap and kicked them towards the underbrush of the forest floor.As soon as I shifted, I would run-up in the front of the pack with Ori

OrionThe morning sun snuck through the windows, attempting to coax me out of my comfortable cocoon around my little mate. Her naked body was perfectly entwined with mine.I burrowed my face into the crook of her neck, seeking sanctuary against the sun that was threatening to make me leave my mate. Her body pressed against mine, leaving no space between our bodies.Lazily my fingers brushed a few strands of her silky hair behind her ear. She was perfect. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.“Creeper.” Her sleepy voice had me wrapped about her finger.“Am not.” I kissed her cheek. She playfully pushed away from me. “Come on, flower, we gotta get out of the bed.”“The bed calls me, though.” She whined and dove deeper into the bedding.“We promised to have breakfast with Brigid.” I pried back the layers of my mate’s blanket fort. “Don’t make me pull you out of bed by the toes.”“Fine, for Brigid, I will get out of the bed.” She threw