Even in a distant land, I found the moon to be my home. A constant reminder of where I came from and who I was. What blood still ran through my veins. Even if I found the wolves to be profoundly backwards, they were still, in essence, my people. Children of the moon goddess and all the glory that entailed her name. Being surrounded by war and violence brought out a new misery within me. So many people's blood stained my hands. All in the name of a better future. Honestly, I was no better than the humans. No better than the wolves who followed my father. Families were torn apart. Brothers. Sisters. Mother and fathers. All because some old woman had proclaimed it the righteous path. It was a never ending road, but one that would bring about peace. Hopefully.The humans spilt blood in the name of religion. I spilt blood in the name of equality and diversity. Everyone who fell beneath me were my pawns, even if they had families. During battle, I couldn't remind myself of that fac

We had ended training after Caspian and I had fought. Everyone was confused as to what had transpired between us. The Valkyrie had demanded answers the moment we got into the house, but I had needed time to sort out my thoughts. Process what had taken place.Caspian had decided to stay and frankly, that was a relief on some level. Yet I knew that was the easy part. Julian wouldn't take kindly to a man constantly around me, whether that man was my mate or not. We still barely knew him and I already had two mates. Throw in another Alpha male and mating hormones and we were doomed. The three of us would have to sit down and talk about ground rules. Boundaries. But all of those tasks could wait until after Mikaela was back in our midst. For now, we needed as much information from Caspian as possible. To know what my father was planning gave us a great advantage.I was headed towards the bathroom for a shower when Caspian caught up to me. His face was red and the wound on h

I could see the colour draining from Sophie's face as she realized what I had said. Sonja blinked once, then twice, at a loss for words. The rest of the Valkyrie simply stared at me, their eyes going wide, but kept their mouths shut. None of them knew how to approach this. Neither did I. Caspian and I weren't exactly the best fit. Our opinions differed, yet he had stayed. Stayed for me but still demanded I leave Mikaela and Julian. What we had done only moments ago would disrupt this house completely. I hadn't spoken to Julian before hand about it and I knew how unsettled he would be.To see their reactions now was tearing me apart."Are you sure?" Claire asked from behind Sonja, her glasses slipping to the tip of her nose. Strange to think that a vampire would have bad eyesight. I would have to ask her about it later."She is sure. Otherwise his scent wouldn't be clinging to her skin." Emory commented, poking out her head from behind Sophie. The walls to the ha

The sun flooded my usual perch within my office whilst Julian sat tensely at the desk. His shoulders were hunched in concentration, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Papers were strewn all about the table in the same way it always was when he wanted to figure something out. Our situation with Mikaela was growing more tense by the second. After our little conversation with Caspian, we had turned the chat around to something else entirely. Mikaela. None of us had actually spoken about or brought up rules and boundaries for the coming relationship and that was fine. Mikaela came first above all.Caspian sat on a chair close to my feet, fingers never leaving the bridge of my foot. His thumb would stroke me from time to time and sparks would travel up my leg in response. Any excuse to touch me was a good enough excuse for me. I felt the same, but couldn't help and think what Mikaela would say. She wasn't even here to see all this drama unfold. Every time I had a problem, Mikaela was b

Sonja was on her fifth bloody Mary before we decided to leave. We had given Reverie enough time with her boy toy and frankly, we were tired of waiting for her. Boredom was a strange thing when it came to soldiers. We needed more entertainment and harassing Reverie always turned out more fun than we had first anticipated. "Can we get the check please?" Twila asked our waiter, who we now knew as Ezekiel. To say we were loud, obnoxious and drunk was an understatement. Amethyst had shamelessly started flirting with poor Ezekiel whilst the rest of us teased him relentlessly. He was 22 and from a close pack. His brother had only taken over as Alpha a year ago. Parents were still around, but retired. We didn't listen to the rest much, alcohol rushing to our heads rather quickly. "Give the boy a big tip!" Emory shouted from the other side of the table. Her face was as dark as ever, but red tones glowed on her cheeks. She had eight martinis. Wolves had fast metabolisms, most