-RAINA’S POV- An individual is self-accountable and responsible for the quality of their life. I wanted control over mine. My life felt like someone else had the handles. It was exasperating to live like a chicken in a coop. I soaked in my tub for a while to clear my mind. Right now I would rather feel emptiness than the travailing emotions that were tumble-washing me. After that, I threw on drawstring checkered shorts, and a white blouse to match. Sliding my feet into my bedroom slippers, I yawned, squeezing my eyes shut with a fist at my mouth. The day’s events made me exhausted. Omega Meera brought me breakfast that I picked at. I missed lunch, and now it was past dinner time. Hera wanted to see Valen. She thought that we should talk face-to-face about the media instead of over the phone. She whimpered even more when I hung up the phone on him. For me, I think there's more to the situation with Mercedes than he was willing to admit. The kiss explained her infatuation. “He’s

-RAINA'S POV- “Jason, I want to know who the culprit is before you disclose it to anyone else.” I approached the witches’ off-white farmhouse-style cottage, ambling down the gravel walkway to the sprawling porch with the snow globe in my hand. The phone conversation was meant to be short since I was at my destination. After waking up with my panties soaked from orgasms in my sleep from the copious erotic dreams of Valen, I quickly had breakfast and rushed to see the tech team. I had faith in the pack’s head technology wizard, Jason, to track whoever was targeting me with the messages and social media bashings. “I will let you have that after dinner,” Jason promised. “Sounds good.” I hung up. Before I could ring the doorbell, the door swung open by a golden-brown-skinned, slim-thick pretty woman with lilac eyes. I did not know this girl. "Hello there, my gracious Luna." She chirped brightly, smiling. Turning sideways, she gestured with her hand inside the sitting room. "Welcome

-VALEN''S POV- Phooot! A loud trumpet blared in my ears. The blast of it jolted me out of my sleep and I sprang up in the bed. “What-what!” Theo snatched the sheet clean from my body and exclaimed with urgency. “Alpha, giant bees are attacking the pack!” “The camp is being attacked?” I slurred groggily and still dead tired as cool air chilled my body and shivers raced down my spine. The muscles in my neck strained and spasmed as I gritted my teeth. My heart palpitated and my ears ringing. Panting, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and my brain slowly woke up. “Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!” The shirtless moron in his boxers yelled and ran from the room. I flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, letting out a weird animalistic sound of both anger and annoyance. The words sunk deeper and deeper. Damn! I jerked upwards and rushed into sudden action. It was a full-alarm blaze. “Everyone prepare for battle. We are under attack!” I alerted the Alphas at Wolkrane through

-RAINA'S POV- “Miss. Raina, are you ready to spar?” Snapping me out of my reverie was a tall, thickly built blonde warrior. His gray eyes glinted with amusement as he observed me with a smirk. It was now that I noticed all the other intrigued eyes steadfastly watching to see what would unfold between Valen and me. “Let's go.” I capped the bottle, resting it between the large twining roots of the tree, and followed the guy onto the field. A million holes bore into my back with the heat of Valen's eyes stalking me. Ignore him, Raina. Just ignore him. The warrior halted and faced me. “Do you want us to shift into our wolf form?” Swiftly, I shook my head. Letting Hera out would be a big mistake. She'd run to her mate, especially since she wanted to clear his mind of any inhibitions. She'd probably rally that my announcement was done irrationally and that we didn't mean it. “Tell me your name,” I asserted. “It's Huckleback,” he heralded. “Don't go easy on me.” His lips twitched

-VALEN'S POV- Two scents fluttered around my senses. Raina's bluebell and cherry mate scent triggered that pull for me to rush to her. Then the metallic rich blood odor was inciting Zeus to force himself through just to go to her aid. Holding a hand across her ribs, the door opened, and she staggered over to the bed, sitting down. She groaned against the pain. Her yellow tank top was largely marred by blood and oozing from her lacerations through the sliced garment, over her fingers. Seeing her in pain gutted me, eating at my heart. Shoving the door shut, her head snapped up to see me. Shock elevated her brows and her mouth slightly parted. “I can't deal with you right n ―” Then her eyes rounded to see what I held in my hand. Horrified, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Absolutely horrified. Instinctively, I dropped the doll on the floor and dashed to her side. My emerald green collided with her electric blues. The unsettling gaze she dispensed puzzled me, but I concentrated