Christian’s POVDon’t judge me. But in my fucked up head something almost snapped when I saw her in his arms, soaking wet and wearing nothing but a flimsy cloak. It’s Hunter for fucks sake, he would never be inappropriate with her, my rational mind knows we can trust him, but I’m not in a rational mindset right now.Every head turns away as I march up the stairs towards our room. I’m not sure if they are avoiding my eye or seeing their barely clad Luna. Either way I’m glad to reach the door without interruption.“What are you doing?” Liberty’s laugh pulls me out of my destructive thoughts. She tries to take hold of my hands as I fiddle with the wet, swollen cord tied at her neck.“You are soaked, I don’t want you to catch a chill.” I explain as I work to strip the sodden cloak from her shivering body. It’s not a complete lie, but I have other motives to relieve her of the saturated garment. She only has to look down to get a glimpse at my primary motivation.No matter how much I have

Liberty’s POV I woke up this morning with a new sense of purpose and the resolve to do what needs to be done for us to live a life of peace. Yesterday was a weird day, it felt like a dream, but also a nightmare, if that makes any sense. Finding Aunt Esme exactly as I saw her, was surreal yet also confirmation that my visions are in fact very real and accurate. I allowed myself to feel a momentary rush of relief when she stepped out from between the trees, but I hadn’t expected her arrival to stir up so many latent emotions. For weeks now I have known that finding the seer would give us a much needed advantage over Kendrick and whatever nefarious plans he was no doubt concocting. Discovering she was my Aunt, only moments before, added a whole new layer of emotion and all kinds of questions I never knew I had. The way she greeted Hunter is very close to the top of the list of curiosities. My new Beta was very tight lipped about his connection with Esme, if it wasn’t for my newfound in

Zanders POV The immense black Ash doors to father’s library felt so much heavier to my younger self. Back then it would take all the strength of both Christian and I to open one of them just enough to sneak inside. The intricately carved scrolls and mysterious glyphs which protrude from the wood, would leave their imprints on our backs and arms in return for our gargantuan effort. The bruises were worth the reward of entrance to the most magical place either of us had ever seen. Christian and I had very active imaginations as pups, I’m sure it must have driven our mother to distraction, not that she ever showed it. When we returned from traveling with her, we would race through the pack house to the original part of the building, full of expectation and excitement, loudly discussing what adventure father would take us on this time. It had quickly become our custom, whenever we returned home, and Father never disappointed. He would sit us on the giant, black bear skin in front of the

Christian’s POV“Christian. Everything is okay, Liberty is fine, but I need you to come to your mother’s garden.” Hunter calls to me over the mind link.“Why doesn’t it sound like everything is okay?” I ask. Liberty has been getting better at blocking me and Zander, so when our tether felt kind of numb earlier, I assumed she was just practicing. Now I’m wondering if my assumption was a little hasty.“She passed out for a few minutes, it was another vision, I think. She is awake now, and perfectly fine, just a bit freaked out. She said she needs to ask you something. She won’t say what, but it sounds important.” He sounds confused. I think he is talking to Liberty whilst linking me.“Bring her to our study, I’ll meet you there. Has she eaten yet today?” Esme gave Zander and I the bollocking of our lives when she caught us leaving our room this morning. We have been a bit lax with routine since finding Liberty, both of us wrapped up in getting to know her and spending as much time toget

Christian’s POVMax forced his way to the surface and leapt straight through the window in the study. He has been running through the forest for a little while, Caleb is right behind us but keeping his distance, Hunter must have sent Gerald and his wolf, Titan. I’ve caught the occasional glimpse of his uniquely striped, grey and brown, coat weaving between the trees to my right. The thought of something happening to Liberty and Justice is too much, then add to that the revelation about our mother, I’m not surprised Max needed to get out of there and run.Everything Liberty said sounded like a work of fiction, until she mentioned the gown the woman was wearing. Blue, with sequins and beads at the bottom, it’s too similar to be a coincidence, and Esme’s one word answer confirmed the crazy thoughts rolling around in my mind. What liberty saw was my mother in the past, but also herself in the future. They are the only two people who would ever wear that dress. My father in the past, me in