Adam POV “Who is working with the rogues? And is there a traitor among us?” I asked the group surrounding me. Jenna had little awareness of the Packs in our alliances so she would not be able to help us identify potential threats. But she would likely be able to tell us what looked more suspicious than us. Particularly since she was looking from the outside of the puzzle. “What is going on in here?” Doctor Rivers asked startling all of us. Suddenly realizing that my speedy healing would be perceived as nothing short of a miracle, Jenna sits up as quickly as she can with a smile. “Must be that strong mate bond, Doctor Rivers,” she says. He looks at all of us suspiciously. “I have never experienced anyone coming around that quickly,” he says as he continues to stare at us. Moving forward slowly, he checks my vitals and sighs. “I don’t suppose you are going to tell me what really happened?” he asks. We look at him confused. “I realize I ma

Jenna POV I was going to be late for my coffee date if I did not hurry. I had noticed the Pack door open as I swung out of the parking lot but did not slow down otherwise, I would definitely be late. It was quickly after that I saw a car pull out and speed up to catch up to me. Realizing Adam must have had a warrior follow me for protection detail I shook my head. I should not have been so lost in my reading and considered he would want to know where I was going. This was the disadvantage of not having the option to mind-link one another. Speaking of my research, what I had learned so far had been minimal. I would have to share the details with Adam sooner than later. I needed to find other research materials before I could come to any conclusions. The history books do indicate that rogues have, in the past, attacked the healer for their own benefits but what those benefits are is still a mystery. It is also clear that the healer, if not p

Jenna POV Adam and I spent the next couple of days planning the Luna ceremony. From the catering, which we agreed on outsourcing so that the Omegas could attend the ceremony without having to worry about preparing food or serving. To the event itself – it will be semi-formal for those attending. Adam and I will be in formal outfits for the event. We have a photographer coming to get pictures, which excites me. I would love to have a nice picture of Adam and I to frame for our first official event. We have also sent out invitations to those Packs within the alliance. Elders have been invited and the Pack itself, of course, was invited. Adam has some reservations about inviting those in the alliance. Until we can understand what is going on with the rogues and who might be supporting them, he is reluctant to have many in attendance. But as I reminded him, better to keep people close and observe them in our environment versus their own environment.

Jenna POV The expletives that ensued after I shared the end goal with the guys made the air blue. “Absolutely not; you are not leaving this Pack again Jenna, until we neutralize the threat,” Adam says. Sam and Jack nod in agreement. I sigh, “Guys, that is why you are trying to figure it all out, to ensure nothing happens,” I say to them. “Red, we cannot guarantee your safety unless we keep you on Pack lands,” Adam says to me adamantly. Looking at Sam and Jack he continues, “We need to postpone the Luna ceremony. We cannot have random Packs entering our territory for the event,” he says. Sam and Jack again nod in agreement to my annoyance. “I am starting work at the hospital tomorrow. I will have a guard; you will have to deal with that. I cannot back out now without causing too much fuss and drawing further attention to us,” I explain to them logically. “We need more than one warrior on duty,” Jack mutters. Adam agrees while Sam asks, “H

Adam POV I was enraged when I saw Jenna’s destroyed gown. I was devastated to see the destruction on her face. The tears she was not holding back while looking at her dress. Mind-linking Sam, “Find out who did this,” I command him. I hear his agreement as he breaks our link. Turning towards Jenna, I pull her into my arms, rocking her as she wipes her tears. Sniffling, she steps back, “This will not stop me,” she says adamantly. I look at her confused. How could we continue not knowing who or what the threat was? “I have another dress I can wear. It is not as perfect as this one was, but I will not let this stop me celebrating being Luna of this Pack,” Jenna says. I slowly smile at her. She is right. Not having the ceremony would fall right into the desire of whoever did this. Whoever did this would pay; however, for now, the show must go on as they say. “Are you sure?” I ask her as her parents also look at her concerned. We knew ther