Ricardo She knows. She knows we're mates and I've been holding myself back waiting for a stupid eighteenth birthday and she has known all along that we're destined to be together. "How long?" I ask, stepping closer to her until I our toes meet. I try my hardest not to look at her bruised neck because Goddess knows it makes me furious that someone has hurt her. "What?" She asks me, a bewildered look on her face. "How long have you known you're my mate?" I take her upper arms gently in my hands, careful not to grip her too tightly. She's been hurt enough, and if I could take away all the anguish of her losing her parents, I would in a heartbeat. That endearing blush appears on her cheeks, but she holds my gaze bravely. "Since the morning after you kissed me on the bridge." She says softly, that damn blush deepening even more. "I was sure that I killed you, but you weren't dead and everything made perfect sense." Legend goes that a White Wolf may only kiss her destined mate, if s

RICARDO Colt and I are stationed a few houses down across the street from Genevieve's. We're Harry's back-up in case he doesn't come back out in thirty minutes. I would've really liked it if he could plant a microphone in her bedroom as well, but that would be pushing the guy and Heleni would not have been too impressed. We took my mother's car just to be safe. She visits a lot of people in the pack so if Genevieve would recognize the car, it wouldn't come across as too suspicious. Mario has installed software on my laptop that connects the tiny recording devices so we can hear exactly what goes on in that house. Genevieve still stays with her parents, a lot of young people move into the packhouse after school until they're mated, but she never did. I always thought it was because she cheated on me with Colt, but now I'm not so sure of anything anymore. She never left to study, or look for a job. She sometimes helps out in her mother's shop, so maybe her plans were to take that ov

RICARDO Big and dark sunglasses rest on Emmanuel's nose, even though we're inside the pack house. Harry was right, the guy is a tad bit peculiar. I thought science people were a bit nerdy, but this guy is dressed as if he walked straight from a men's fashion show. "Alpha." He rises slowly from the chair he was sitting on, taking the sunglasses off. "I believe I was summoned." I clear my throat. "I wouldn't exactly call it summoned." "Oh." He raises perfectly sculpted eyebrows. "So the words and I quote, 'You better come back to Dark Moon or your life will be in danger' doesn't sound very ominous?" I look at Harry who was the one that got in contact with the guy. He has the nerve to smile. "It got you here, didn't it?" "We are grateful for your return." I turn back to Emmanuel. "We have an issue and we simply don't have the expertise to solve it." "Is this about The Wisher?" He wants to know, a frown marring his forehead. We didn't tell the press the nature of miss Charlotte'

RICARDO "Anything?" I ask Mark who is stationed behind my desk, listening to the audio of Genevieve's house. "She keeps on getting phone calls, I assume it's a guy." Mark says. "She said she can't see him tonight and that she can't get more of the stuff until tomorrow." "She also haven't left the house." Colt says. I was hoping there would a breakthrough today. We need to find out who this guy is she keeps talking to. "What about phone records?" I ask Colt. "Or get Mario to trace the signal, we need to know who she's talking to." "On it." Harry says and gets his phone out. "I noticed your name on the list for the Moon Festival." I address Mark and his face reddens slightly. "Yes, Alpha." He nods. "But I can stay, I know things are tense here." "No, please go, we can handle it." I can't make the guy stay here if he wants to go. The goal of the Moon Festival is to let unmated wolves potentially meet their mate, I was lucky that my mate was literally handed to me on a silver pl

RICARDO I knock on the door of Genevieve's house, my anger threatening to spill over. Do I have enough evidence? No, probably not, but I've been containing myself ever since we saw the video where she puts something in Harry's drink, that's enough evidence right there. Before I take the door right off its hinges, the door opens and her father looks at me in surprise. "Alpha, what can I do for you?" "I'd like to speak to Genevieve." I brush past him without waiting for an invite, Colt and Harry staying outside to keep guard. "Is something wrong?" Her mother emerges from the kitchen, a concerned look on her face. "Maybe your daughter can enlighten us." I look up the stairs to where I know her bedroom is. I used to sneak in there numerous times. I take the stairs two at a time, her father following me but not putting up an argument. I open her door without knocking, but find the bedroom empty. The same window I used to climb into is wide open and I rush there, but the space next to