Trigger warning: This chapter contains a depiction of domestic violence.   Jake pulled up in front of Destiny's house and parked the Escalade. He assisted her, making sure his body was in front of hers. He felt jittery to the point of being irritable. He lifted his hand to knock as he approached the front door. The door swung open slightly because it wasn't entirely closed. His wolf was barking warnings at him, and he grimaced. "Does anyone else have a horrible feeling about this place?" Sam inquired. Jake said, "Oh yeah." Destiny was silent, but she felt the same way. A sense of impending doom, of rage, was strong in the air. She forced her way through the door. Her main concern, her first thought, was for her mother. Her wolf growled, begging to be let out. She entered the room quickly. "Wait... Destiny!" Jake made a hissing sound. "Mom?" Destiny called, gazing around terrified. The living room was in shamble

On the way back, the silence was deafening. Nobody wanted to raise the obvious question that everyone was thinking about. Sam eventually broke the silence as they entered their area."Whose place first?"Destiny instantly remembered that she was now living with Jake and said, "grandmother's."Connery brought Grace inside after Sam parked outside her house. "I believe Grace should shift since it will hasten the healing process. Then we'll be able to talk.""All right, I'll call Mel," Jake stated as he walked away.The men left, leaving the ladies to their own devices.Destiny stood there watching as her grandmother and mother grieved and hugged each other. They had not seen each other in 15 years.She shut the door and left them alone in the room to grieve and bond. Now that she wasn't worried about her mother, her thoughts drifted to other topics, such as who was her biological father.*****************W

David was standing in his barn. He threw the empty beer bottle across the room, listening as it cracked against the splintered coffee table, his rage rising once more since Grace wasn't there to clean up the mess.He should've known the whore he was mated to couldn't stop herself from returning to that freak. He snatched up another beer and lifted it to his lips. He devised a plan to exact vengeance on all of them, but he was certain that one, in particular, would be held accountable.He was a powerful, deadly man who owed favours to people all around the world. With a snap of his fingers, several people he knew would rush to his aid. Many despised and feared him, and he wielded unfathomable power.He couldn't believe a weak-kneed, good-for-nothing, empty-headed whore had made a fool of him... he couldn't believe it. His pride and ego screamed in protest. She'd pay, and that jerk she mated who seemed to be a big shot would pay...As ideas developed in his m

Sam was sitting in the middle of the Lingerie section of a ladies' boutique. He was completely disinterested and was cursing Jake. His blood pressure began to rise as a result of the looks he was receiving from some of the staff and other human women. He wished he was anywhere else other than, in the middle of a frilly lace land.He looked away from the lustful glance of a human woman. What was that thing hanging there with all the little hooks on the back? It had the appearance of a mediaeval torture device. His blood began to freeze, his shoulders hunched, and his stomach began to churn as he saw them arrive.Serra, Roxy and a few of her chums were walking inside."Oh no, please god, no," Sam mumbled, his face flushed with anger.They were staring at him with their mouths slightly open and their eyes wide. After that, Serra smirked and nudged Roxy."Oh no, would you take a look at this," Serra said as she moved closer to Sam's side. "Hmm, I

Jake sat on the back porch for as long as he could bear it before leaping off. A single howl pierced the air, alerting his partner that he was on the prowl. He dashed into the woods, his nose pressed against the ground, hunting for that one specific fragrance. The night was bustling with sounds all around him.Frogs croaked, crickets chirped, and owls hooted. He could hear geese honking off in the distance. Jake could hear small woodland creatures scurrying through the underbrush, either hunting for a meal or avoiding being eaten. He locked his gaze on the reflection of the moon in the woods. He sniffed the air once more... looking for her.As she dashed for the trees, Destiny heard him thud loudly on the ground. She darted into the bushes, panting heavily from the excitement. Her heart was pounding as she looked about frantically, trying to figure out where she should escape. She bolted away, determined to put as much distance as possible between them.Jake did