Ozias' Point of View Alvara had settled on making a Christmas bed in the living room. She refused to sleep alone and refused to let anyone else sleep alone. Her mating bond had taken full effect and it was evident. None of us could move without her asking us where we were going. So we had settled on this solution. Brought down two king-sized mattresses along with more blankets than was necessary. Pillows were scattered all around the room. Alvara's eyes dipped and opened repeatedly until Dargan had nestled up beside her.  The two fell asleep soundlessly, leaving Maverick Ciaran, and me to discuss what had just happened. How Alvara had come out of a left-field with her tattoo and urge to finally seal the bond between all of us. I could still feel it. Taste it. That wire that now wrapped around my heart, plunging out of my chest and towards the girl. Our mate. Fully, this time. Nothing felt more like home than knowing she was now ours to

Alvara's Point of ViewHorse riding with Maverick felt like a peaceful reprieve from the busy house. Ciaran had headed off for business deeper into the city. Ozias and Dargan profusely planned for the coming war. They had to get spies out. People to listen to everything going on within Half-Moon. Maverick had wanted to join them. Help them in their pursuit of winning what was to come. It had been three full days since our encounter with Eugene. Two days spent in agony and then one night in bliss.I could feel their minds constantly on the cusp of mine. With a single thought, I could talk to them. Hear from them. Know that I wasn't alone. But Maverick had seen the sadness in my eyes when they all wanted to leave. Had offered to stay, instead calling Harland to fill his shoes for the day.Harland had a lot of catching up to do regarding protocol and the likes. Teagan had assured us all over the loudspeaker that he was a quick study. From

Ciaran's Point of ViewLuckily I had been on my way home when Maverick's panicked message came through. Forgotten my laptop at home that I had needed for my second meeting. My car burst forward from hitting the accelerator so hard. Bends in the road were taken by skidding. Sliding. Fear was a horrid scent in my nose. Rage only an undercurrent. How had they gotten in? Where were my patrols and guards? Memories of Savanah's death strolled in and out of my mind. My jaw was already sore from gritting my teeth so hard. The looming gates to the estate came into a view. They opened too slowly. Skimmed the paint from the sides of my car as I rushed inside. Blood wailed inside my head. This was just a fever-induced nightmare. I would wake from it soon.Ozias' car was in the driveway. I stopped, barely putting off the car before leaping for the front door. Dargan, Harland, and Ozias were busy in the living room. Done for the da

Alvara's Point of ViewThis revelation changed everything inside of me. Some part I had long forgotten opened an eye. Stared at the world from a completely different perspective. No longer would I be blind to the horrors in the world. Naive to the point of being manipulated. Admitting my life's tragedies opened me up to the more powerful part of my being. The part that would no longer be controlled by trauma. Suffering.Mason was born within Lover's Quarrel. He was part of my pack. My parents' pack. Once upon a time, he had belonged to Savanah as well. We couldn't just invade Half-Moon anymore. Couldn't just kill without questioning. According to Mason, approximately five thousand residents within Half-Moon came from Lover's Quarrel. After I had explained everything to him thoroughly, he was in disbelief. Looked at me from a different point of view. As I had thought, Eugene had either kept my identity a secret or threatened the pa

Ozias' Point of ViewAlvara finding out that her pack was still alive left us all scrambling for some answers. Mason had remained in the cellar, even with Alvara's persistent protests. Ciaran had still deemed him a flight risk and until Mason proved otherwise, he would stay confined to the cellar. Alvara had gone to sleep early last night after spending the rest of the day with Albert.From her mood during dinner, I knew she wasn't completely taking the news of her being an Alpha all that well. Albert had seemed to lift her spirits slightly. The rest of us were on thin ice after Ciaran had declared Mason a flight risk. She wasn't happy at all.Our plans will have to change. We could no longer engage in open combat with Half-Moon. Conflict could lead to civilians losing their lives. Civilians that now belonged to our stubborn mate. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and Alvara refused to get out of her room.Ciaran rose early. So