ADDIE POVI woke up feeling really good. The memory was still there, but it didn’t hurt as bad, if that makes any sense. I looked at James, sprawled on his back still asleep on the bed. He had dark circles under his eyes. I slipped out and let him sleep.I blasted myself with the hottest water the hotel had, scrubbing myself down with the sample sized scented soap that was provided in the bathroom. I used the entire bottle of the shampoo, carefully washing my hair, and then putting a dollop of conditioner on the ends when I got out of the shower. I finger combed my hair, hoping it would look okay. I then wrapped myself in one of the complimentary robes and went out to survey my shredded clothing.I literally had nothing to wear that wouldn’t overtly show something I didn’t want shown. Scout had shredded my jeans and panties and my sweater was ripped down the front. I tried piecing them back together to see if I could do something makeshift with them, but it wasn’t working. I

ADDIE POVThe next few days were a whirlwind for me. There was so much I have never seen and never experienced before. I was trying to be as elegant and sophisticated as a Luna should be, but I couldn’t help squealing over the soft sand, the vast ocean, the palm trees, the tiny monkeys that ran right up to me; the list was endless.The Fiji Islands was a place that a lot of werewolves travel for vacation. Unlike the USA where werewolves live in secret and pretty much stay in their packs, the Fiji Islands celebrates shifters. The humans are the ones regulated to a few islands and the shifters run most of the territory. Our plane landed and we were immediately put on a little boat and taken to another island.“That is the human island,” the boat captain said, lip curling, looking at the island we just left. I looked at James for explanation and he just smiled at me.“Most of the Fiji Islands are predominately werewolves and shifters. They keep the humans regulated to just a coupl

ADDIE POVA moment ago, I was happily shopping for friends and then I thought I saw Vanessa. It would be super weird to see her here, on this island, at the same time we were, so I told myself it wasn’t her. But then James started acting odd, almost pushing me into the next store. I started to wonder.I found a very ornate sweater that I wanted to buy for Sophie and when I looked around to find James to get his wallet, I saw that he was outside of the store talking to the woman I saw. It was Vanessa. I stood in the window, watching them, and I saw her lean up and kiss him on the cheek. He moved away, thank goodness, and I breathed a sigh of relief when he walked into the store.“Find something?” he asked with a grin. I waited for him to bring up Vanessa, but he didn’t so I went along with it. Maybe he thought I’d be upset, and he didn’t want to start something in front of the shopkeeper. I’ll wait until the plane to talk to him about it, I decided.We finished up our shopping

ADDIE POVI blinked back tears, trying hard not to cry. I was hurt and I was angry at myself. I don’t let myself get close to people. I learned a hard lesson a long time ago about trusting others with my heart. I swore I would never do it again and what did I do? James comes along, smelling like blueberry waffles, and I go and fall for him, hook, line and sinker.And then I got mad at HIM. He was acting weird since he got that vision and wouldn’t tell me about it. I heard him talking to Toby about it, but I didn’t get there in time to hear what the conversation was. I knew he was worried about it, and he was constantly after me to talk about things, my past, my worries, and even the good things in my life. But when it was him who needed to share, he clammed up?And what the hell was the whole thing with Vanessa about? Some guys are just too nice for their own good and I was ready to throw James in that category. He genuinely didn’t seem to realize when women were flirting w

ADDIE POVI watched the Hunter warily. He walked over to where I was chained and ignored me on the floor, unlocking the chains from the wall. “Up you go,” he said, pulling up the chain and forcing me to my feet.I gritted my teeth against the pain and scrambled up. He jerked the chains, not unkindly, but definitely uncaring. I refused to scream.“I hate werewolves. Always thinking that they’re better than the humans because they have the ability to shift. You know what your kind doesn’t realize? That wolves are dogs. Wild dogs. You shift into something without an ability to think or to feel and that’s feral. I don’t know why there’s any pride in that.”He pulled me over to the table and fastened one of the chains to the table leg. He went around to the other side of the table and pulled on the chain, forcing me up on the table and laying on my back with my arms spread wide. “But every once and again, there is a werewolf that is better than the humans. And it has nothing t