Why? Why can we not just get a day of peace? Is it honestly too much to ask to enjoy a day with my mate where no one is trying to attack us? A day without one of her godforsaken killer family showing up? Seriously Moon Goddess? One day that’s all I ask. Apparently, this is not that day.  I’d gone from happy and comfortable holding my very naked mate in my arms to standing in the predawn hours staring down her hunter nephew. I don’t know if I trust this kid or not. Irving is on the fence as well. The boy had been lurking in the yard, and her cat certainly didn’t like him. ‘But he gave up his weapons, and what the fuck does a cat know?’ Irving snorted. Okay, so he makes a valid point about the cat. Though Sarael did say, it was no ordinary cat. Trained to detect the supernatural, magic, and danger to its master. My eyes narrowed at the boy. It’s bad enough

“Okay, so we’ve established Isis’s wolf has awakened, and despite not being about to shift and properly communicate with Isis, can use her power. Which makes finding her that much more difficult and more imperative.” I sighed. “Okay, so back to what John asked. What about seeking refuge with werewolves?” Sarael questioned. Khalid sighed. “Okay, so as I was saying. When Isis went missing, we started searching everywhere for her. She wasn’t in the house, at the guild, or anywhere in town. So we split up and expanded our search. Father, mother, myself, and even grandmother and grandfather.” he outlined. “We’ve called other hunters around the world from our network to keep an eye out for her. I guess that is a bad idea given current information. I should probably call the other hunters off.” he frowned. “Probably for the best. They won’t care that she’s an Adio. They’ll just want her dead or worse.” Sarael frowned. “About three days ago, I found her.” Khalid sighed. “Wait, you found h

I should have washed my clothes last night or run them through the dryer to get rid of the wrinkles. Maybe Sarael has an iron around I could use. It, of course, won’t change the fact I’m wearing the same clothes from yesterday, but at least I’d feel more presentable if they were ironed. So I took the chance to hunt an iron down, put on my boxers, and carry my clothes over my arm as I stepped out of the bedroom.Of course, I was greeted by the sound of a hiss. Glancing down to the left, I saw Shu with his fur on end, ready to slash at me. ‘Stupid cat.’ Irving snorted. “Good morning to you too, Shu.” I greeted. “Jesus, you couldn’t put clothes on?” Khalid wrinkled his nose leaning on the kitchen island as he wiped it with a paper towel. Great, the boy’s awake. Hopefully, he didn’t hear us in the shower. ‘I hope he did. Serves him r

The room was silent as we waited for Kurt to answer me. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know someone by that name.” Kurt blatantly lied. “Do not lie to us, boy.” Logan growled. “Her brother saw her with you in Paris three days ago. So stop the bullshit.” I sighed, trying to keep my calm. I heard someone whispering in the background, but it was too soft to hear over the phone.“If that's her in the background, tell her that her Aunt Sarael needs to see her. That she can help her and her wolf.” I explained. “How…” a female voice spoke. “How do you know who I am? Why would you associate with my brother? How do you know my aunt?” she questioned. “Hello, Isis. It is nice to speak with you. I am Beta John Kinsley of the Bloodmoon pack and

“Did you get a hold of Kurt? What news about my niece?” I asked. “We contacted Kurt.” John began. “We?” I asked. “Logan, Charles, Jonathan, and myself. We called Kurt, and after he finally answered, we determined that Isis was with him and she was his mate. They assumed Isis was adopted, and that’s why she is a werewolf. I didn’t go into details of her conception. Nor did I go into details about why she can’t shift. I felt these were subjects not to discuss over the phone, let alone without you.” he explained.Crap! I mean, I had an inkling that Kurt was her mate based on Khalid’s description of their closeness in Paris. But there was still a shred of hope. I don’t want my niece to have to deal with more pressure and danger. And becoming the Luna to a pack of rogues is both of those things.