Sierra We were out in the woods. Me, Asher, Alpha Osiris or as I call him, uncle Osiris and my dad, Beta Riker. Ever since I said I wanted to follow dad in his footstep, we’ve been going on runs together. Dad and uncle Osiris usually shift and we run besides them. It’s good stamina training. Uncle Osiris shifted back and Asher handed him some shorts. “Having a Beta that is also a friend is really important. There needs to be trust and your Beta needs to be able to challenge you if necessary. You shouldn’t have someone that will follow you blindly. Your Beta is there to challenge, -“ “Yes dad, I know.” Asher said annoyed. “You’ve said it so often. And me and Sierra are friends. We grew up together. She calls you uncle for crying out loud. We’re like family.” I smiled, we were like family. Growing up in the packhouse with Alpha Osiris and Luna Lily’s kids, Asher and Kate and my parents, me and my brother Roman, we always had fun. Not to mention the rest of our parents’ friends and t

Asher’s pov “What are you thinking about, Asher? You were gone for a minute?” My mom asked. She was painting in the gallery and had asked me to help her move some paintings. Mom was the Luna of this pack, but she was also a talented artist. So naturally, dad bought her a whole gallery to paint in when she first got here. "Yeah, that's Alpha Osiris. Big on the romantic gestures." Logan my wolf said. I thinks she just wanted me to keep her company. She knew this day was hard for me. I could tell her the truth. That I was thinking back to how dad had killed that hunter in front of me. How he had torn his arms off and beaten the guy’s face in until there was no face left, only pieces of bone and brain on the ground. How I was covered in blood and had puked. Dad didn’t realize I was there until I started to throw up. Dad was so angry and upset when his best friend died and I wanted to help. So I followed him. Or I just didn’t want to be alone with the dead body of my uncle Riker. I h

Asher’s pov I woke up with a massive headache. What the hell happened last night? How much did I have to drink? I didn’t remember much after Ela and Ariel brought the cake out. “You drank a whole lot of alcohol. Like way too much. And then you threw up and passed out in bed. Do you know how hard it is for a werewolf to get blackout drunk? We can heal, dumbass.” Logan growled, clearly annoyed with me. I had some vague memories of the night. I remembered seeing Leia in Kate’s dress and thinking things that I shouldn’t. She was sixteen and my sister’s best friend, so I wasn’t going to try anything with her. It would never work anyway. The Moon Goddess would never mate a half blood with an Alpha. And I wasn’t going to just have sex with her and then go to the next. My dad and Cyrus would kill me. Kate would kill me. I never thought about Leia this way. But she did really look good. Good enough for me to quickly turn my head. She was off limits and tonight was about uncle Riker. Not abo

Asher’s pov “I am surprised you called me, I thought you were busy?” Morana said. Honestly, the only reason I called Morana or Mona as she asked to be called, was because I knew she was a sure thing. And after seeing Leia today and having those impossible thoughts, I needed someone to distract me. Mona was pretty and sexy as hell. The first time I met her, she started flirting with me right away. She had no shame in telling me what she wanted and I found that really hot. She was a year older than me, but that didn’t bother her. But something was telling me to stay away from her, like she was dangerous. That’s why I blew her off last time she invited me out. “And yet, here we are,” Logan said, clearly finding my choice very dumb. He was still grumpy, because I drank too much. “And because you are ignoring your instincts. They are there for a reason. If someone feels dangerous, they probably are.” Logan added. “Dangerous can be sexy,” I replied, but Logan didn’t even bother to ans

Leia’s pov What happened with Asher had made me think. What if the way I dress is why I’m not dating anyone? I fucking like my style, but it took one of Kat’s dresses for Asher to finally see me. Maybe I should stop dressing like my old man and instead dress like my mom. I know how that sounds, okay. But my mom is fucking cool. She still looks fucking nice and she always wears nice dresses and shit. Mom’s been asking me to go shopping anyway. So it’s a win win. I’ll have her off my back and I get some new clothes. After I showered, to get the dogs poo smell out of my hair, I went to see my mom. Who was busy getting dinner ready, while my dad was bothering her. That man is obsessed with his wife. Like non stop touching her, even now. “Mom, can we go shopping for some new outfits after school? I was thinking of getting some dresses and stuff,” I asked, trying to sound casual. Mom got really excited, “yes! A girls day. I can’t wait. “We’re just getting some clothes mom, don’t make