The world was cruel as well as it was kind. It gave, and it took. A heave and a push. A true creature of tragedy. Life was a swirling vortex of emotion. There was pain in every aspect of life as well as there was joy. They came hand in hand, like old friends. There was pain in growth but joy in accomplishment. Pain in death but joy at new life. A push and a pull that was as old as time.There had been a lot of take in Adelaide’s lifetime with hardly any give. She had experienced little joy since her adolescence. The Pack Wars had begun as she was young and her service as the Conduit had been vital throughout the wars that came. The Moon’s Will had to constantly be reinforced.But the pain. The pain and the grief that had centred into her very bones, it was crippling. Without the presence of the Goddess she was reverted back to her old self. The beast raged within her mind, pushed against the constraints of her mind to be set free. Clawing tooth and nail at the chance to w

 It had been an intriguing few days. Although her arrival had not been the most welcoming, she had adapted as best as she could to the new situation she was presented with.The life mates, Georgia and Theo, disagreed over her current living arrangements. She had exiled herself to the grounds surrounding the house. Georgia wished for her to stay in the house while Theo was far warier of her. He knew the tales of her warrior success which meant he knew the stories of her feral side that had quickly spread after the Pack Wars.It was a rainy day and early in the morning. Dew stuck to the ground and fog lined the tops of the tall trees that surrounded the property. Adelaide stood leaning against the wide trunk of a tree, it’s bark bit into her back, as she repeatedly let her eyes wander over the empty space. She was constantly assessing for threats as she took a bite of the red apple she held in her right hand while her arm was crossed across her mid-section.She sensed no threat

 The power of the divines had always held a mysticism that no one could fathom to understand. The true workings of the Goddess were unbeknownst to all but herself, she worked in mysterious ways.Reincarnation was common within their world. Souls that passed on and then were re-born again and again. Adelaide had always had an aptitude for souls throughout her life. Conduits always showed a flair of a gift from a young age.It was why she no longer held any connection to the pack. The tearing of her mother and siblings’ souls had been magnified with her gift, it was what crippled her beast, and had turned her feral. She could see the bonds between people, sensed them all around her. She could bind mates together, take away their choice or solidify it; if she wanted too. Her ability also allowed her to see strengths and weaknesses which she used to vicious effect after her world had darkened.It also meant that she knew exactly who and what the boy was since their first meetin

 It was easy to become lost in the wild.The temptation of it was tantalising. Like a female in heat or a fresh kill between teeth. It was a drug like no other.Time moved quickly when travelling endlessly between the tall trees, but Adelaide knew full well of how much time had passed since her departure from the child who had captured her soul. Almost a year.Too long had she been separated from Grace, even longer from her father. It felt cruel on her behalf, to begin to heal and then to be separated again, to protect females that had done nothing for her. But she did as the Moon commanded, without question.Although hesitant at first, the females progressed rapidly from her teachings. The few males that had joined them soon learned that their place was no higher than that of the female next to them. Both male and female were equal. It was only those who were born and gifted for higher purpose that rose through the ranks.There were three new Alpha’s in her mist. Two fem

 Age was a powerful figure to a werewolf. Age brought power as well as knowledge. A powerful asset in the game of life. Adelaide’s age far surpassed that of Adam, she’d seen much while he had seen little, and with her age came history. His claws in her neck left her open with only a few small barriers to protect parts of herself that could not be allowed to be seen. He watched as her life played out before his eyes while she did the same to him.As a young boy, the youngest of three brothers, his childhood was very different from her upbringing. After the Pack Wars each pack had made it their mission to eradicate memories of the past discord within their kind and did their best to ignore it. Adam had been brought up in a time of peace, with no real idea of the dripping red cloud that hung over their history.Although he had been brought up through peaceful times of politics, it did not mean his home life was one also of peace. Michael had always been one to administer pu