~Ryan’s Point of View~   Everyone begged their Alphas to sleep, but that wasn’t going to fucking happen. However, Nate’s mom in all her motherly ways slipped sleeping pills in our drinks and took the choice away from us. She told us about twenty minutes after we’d both chugged the ice tea she so thoughtfully made. So I had thought.   I went from talking maps and strategy with the triplets to dreaming about the time Nate and I took turns going down on Missy in damn near every room of the packhouse for a week straight. Before a lot of people began moving in, it was easy to have privacy.   Nate and I made up some bullshit about testing for sound proofing since we didn’t want anyone to feel awkward if they shacked up in their room. It was a total lie because we knew fully well a

~Nate’s Point of View~   I rubbed my chin and looked at Ryan. I knew it was what we should do, but there was just such a stupid stigma to it.   How could we be true mates to our girl, our wife and Luna if we weren’t all in? Didn’t we have to commit … to each other too?   *Mom we need a bit more time,* I said, mind-linking her.   I had already told her a minute ago that I was finally mated, I couldn’t wait. It was my absolute dream come true. She was surprised, she thought we would hold off, given the circumstances of the evening.   *We’re just putting dinner out, it’s fine. Everyone wants to eat first,* she said, in the calm way she always speaks.

~Diego’s Point of View~   I stood on the practically barren Blood Claw lands, and could hardly imagine what this looked like once upon a time. Tyson didn’t much like to talk about his childhood, he said he was just a mindless zombie doing and going where he was told much like everyone else.   That was hard for me to believe now, knowing how strong and confident he was today. But I guess we were all children at some point, just eager to please our parents. Goddess knows I was always trying to prove myself. I had a massive family but we were now spread out all over the place. My parents still live with my youngest sister who has yet to shift. I have no clue what they’ll do when they finally have an empty house, maybe … just maybe I could convince them to come here.   They didn

~Ryan’s Point of View~ I hadn’t been in the battle of Blood Claw, but everyone damn well knew the stories. A witch that could raise the dead, use them as a fucked up to way to fight your enemy. And in smoke so thick you can’t even see what’s coming at you? I didn’t sign up for this shit! *Renata, it’s all for her. We are here for her,* Huck reminded me. *It’s all for killing our fucking father,* I reminded him. We all had knives or daggers of some sort, but no guns. Did guns even work against the dead? Did knives? Fuck if I know, there isn’t a training manual for batshit crazy witches! *Katrina thinks this wit

~Nate’s Point of View~ Could there be anything more impossible than both my mates needing me and having to choose? Missy only gets her first shift once, we had to know it would happen after getting marked. But we couldn’t put off the invasion, not when the Shadows were all ready to go. Would Ryan have been okay without me? Probably. It wasn’t like I did anything but try to comfort him anyhow. This was a whole new dynamic that would take some real thought. Two mates absolutely dependent on me, and Ryan having two dependent on him as well. We were as joined as three people could be. If you’d asked me even a month ago who I would choose in a moment like this, of course I’d have said Missy. She should always be the number one choice. But now I also know, if anything happened to Ryan it would positively devas