The end - Somewhere in the near future –Leia’s povIt had been a while since we started looking for Aeryn. But I have hope. I mean, it took more than ten fucking years to find Elora. And it wasn’t easy. But I knew that if we got her back, we could get Aeryn back too.And it wouldn’t take another fucking ten years. That I promised myself.Elora was doing well. As well as can be expected after everything she went through. It’s been exciting getting to know my daughter. I always had dreams about what she would be like, but reality is so much better. It’s a lot fucking harder as well, but that is to be expected.We have given all the girls a home. Mom and dad have taken in one girl who was absolutely crazy about the animals the first day we went to the farm. We’ve been back at the farm a lot, with Elora and the rest of the girls that are still here. I told dad he’s too fucking old to be a parent again, but he just told me to shut the fuck up. So I did. The three of them seem to be doing

Aaro’s povThis fucking Storm was hot and then cold. He was fucking hot in the looks department too; he looked really good. But I meant that his behavior was odd. He was protective of me, but the rest of the time he seemed annoyed with me or just ignored me. Sometimes it felt like he wanted me to lash out, but I knew better than to speak my mind. I was pretty sure if I was punished here, they wouldn’t care about leaving a mark or not. I mean, they stuck a fucking thick needle in my wrist to track me. How the fuck did that work?I searched the whole damn closet for something to wear. Layers. Whatever the fuck that meant, because the only thing here were more dresses. I gave up and I went to the bathroom to wash my arm. I tried to push the shower on, but the whole thing went crazy. There was water coming out of different holes in the wall, and I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. By the end, I was soaked. I dried myself off as best as I could and tied my hair down; getting it wet wo

Aaro’s pov. I am so fucking confused. I’ve known the guy for hours. Literally, just a few hours and he’s already shown a lot of different sides to himself. First he tries to humiliate me by flirting with Lisa in front of me. Then he suddenly tells her, "I’m his Luna." Sometimes he's kind, and then he treats me like shit. Did he feel bad because I was crying? Because I wasn’t crying about him. The word princess made me think about how dad treated mom, me, and Elora as princesses. For years I thought they would come and save us, but I had to give up that idea and be there for Elora. She was my sister, and I had to take care of her, because no one else would. But deep down, I still missed them. So fucking much. Dad and mom were the kind of parents you can only hope for, and I even missed Logan and Reina, especially Logan because he let me play with his fur. I prayed that they were still alive, but I knew my parents would try to find us, so something must have happened to them. Maybe th

Aaro’s povI knew exactly what I was; I didn’t need some fucking test to tell me.FLASHBACK"Did you know I used to be human?" Grandpa Cy asked.Elora was playing with Grandma April, while Grandpa Cy and I were walking near the horses."So you’re not human anymore?"He laughed, "nope. Although I still look like a fucking human, I am a full werewolf thanks to some weird ass ceremony.""What’s the ceremony?"Grandpa Cy actually blushed, "it doesn’t fucking matter.""So is mom human too?"Grandpa nodded his head. "She was half werewolf; you were actually made before she was changed into an alpha female. So you’re part human too."I didn’t know exactly what Grandpa meant, but I did know Mom was strong, even though she wasn’t very tall."Grandpa, how do you make a baby?"Grandpa turned into the shade of a tomato. "Fuck, where is April. Shit, didn’t mom tell you about this? I don’t fucking know, Ryn. Daddies and mommies love each other and they cuddle and make a baby.""How do Aunt Kat and A

Aaro’s povMotherfucker. Maybe I should thank Storm; I had the most fun I've had in years, and hearing him tell me he switched rooms without so much as asking me reminded me that I had merely traded one prison for another. I should have looked for exits when I was with Eve and found out information I could use to escape, but instead I ice skated like a damn fool, and now I was paying the price.I kept reminding myself I could be off worse, but that didn’t really make any fucking difference. I was still bought; I was still forced to be marked and have sex with someone. They can call it "mating" all they fucking want, but I know what it really means. Maybe I should just get it over with and make sure at least the "mating" part is on my fucking timeline.I got into the shower, trying to decide my next move. If I convinced Storm I was all in, maybe he’d trust me enough to let me wander around the compound on my own. Or maybe he'd let me go to the pack by myself in time. It would be easier