Kenton It’s been a week and there’s been no sight or scent of her. Asher, Boone, and I are on our way to the Leavenworth pack to the southeast of us, to see if maybe she’s made her way in that direction. Both my wolf and I are desperate to find her, feeling as if half of us is missing without her here with us. “God damnit!” I growl, slamming my hands down on the steering wheel as we drive down Highway Two through the mountains, not even able to appreciate the beautiful scenery due to the late hour, as darkness surrounds us from all sides. “You okay there?” Asher questions from next to me, eyeballing me warily. “I feel like I’m going out of my fucking mind!” Shaking my head, I blow out a frustrated breath. “I can’t explain it. I just need to have her back. I can’t concentrate on anything but finding her. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Shifting and running don’t help because I just end up trying to find her.” “Having a fated mate sounds like it sucks ass,” Boone mutters from the backs

AmarisAs I close the distance, I shift back to my human form, smoothly transitioning from running on four paws to two feet. It’s been less than twelve hours since I first got the feeling that something was wrong, but I still fear at what I’m going to find when I make it to the Range Rover.Climbing up between trees, I wind my way over to the driver’s side and lean down, looking into the window to see if there is any sign of life within the vehicle.Gasping, I quickly pull the door open, Kenton’s large body falling out onto the ground with the action.“Kenton,” I shout, moving to stand over him just as I hear the other three pulling the two more doors open.“There are two more in here,” Zach calls, his voice echoing slightly in the cab.Crap! Crap! Crap! I mutter over and over again as I try to find the pulse in Kenton’s neck. “Oh, thank Christ!” I say with a relieved sigh when I find a strong pulse beating against my fingertips.“He’s alive. I think he’s just knocked out,” I say as

AmarisWe cover the distance back to the pack quickly, so quickly that to my still trying to acclimate mind, it shouldn’t be possible to cover so much ground in such a short amount of time. By the time Glendon meets the four of us at the tree line, the sounds of the battle fought are long gone and are now replaced by the painful cries of the wounded, and the anguished wails of those who lost friends or loved ones.Glendon’s appearance is broken and full of sorrow-as the Alpha, he feels each loss on a level that only other Alpha’s who have also experienced loss can understand.The streets that, just yesterday were filled with kids playing and families enjoying time out in the sun together, are now littered with the bodies of both friends as well as those that attacked them.“Dad,” Zach says, coming up to his father, but the Alpha merely holds his hand up to stop him. It’s only by that action that I realize that his entire body is shaking. Looking at him closer, I take in his closed, pi

AmarisI jolt awake; the urge to get out of here is all-consuming.What is going on? I ask, the need for answers just as strong as the need to bolt.‘Something—' she begins but then stops, as if reanalyzing whatever is making us feel this way. Then, suddenly, panic surges throughout my entire body as she states, ’Mate! Something is coming that will put him in danger. We cannot go to him yet, we must prepare.’Again? I question, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into and if this guy even knows the meaning of keeping himself out of trouble. We have to prepare, now?’Yes, now!’ She states, urging me to get a move on. ’There is no time to waste!’Knowing that there isn’t any point in arguing any further, I get dressed and then quickly but quietly make my way through the pack house, intent on not waking any of the other people who are more than likely still asleep—much like I would still like to be—especially with our keen sense of hearing, which, with my human upbringing, is something tha

Amaris It’s been a week since Maxon and I had our moment out in that field and I still can’t wrap my head around it. The draw between us is undeniable. It’s not as strong as the pull towards Kenton, but it’s definitely still there, and that fact alone confuses me. I mean, I have a mate. So, why am I drawn to someone else? The back of my neck prickles with the feeling of being watched, but I don’t have to turn and look to see who it is. It’s him. It’s always him. He watches me just as much, if not even more, as I watch him. Because I do watch him, even when I don’t mean to. I’ll be thinking about something, not even paying attention, and then the next thing I know, my eyes are locked on him and I’m tracking his every movement, analyzing everything about him. When he watches me, it doesn’t appear to be out of curiosity, but because of the pull. The longing that I find in his eyes when I catch him looking is clear as day. He doesn’t know that I have a mate. No one knows that