It’s taken a couple of days, but I’ve finally gotten the newborns settled at the safe house. It’s a 36,000-square-foot house I acquired in Sweden, so they’ve got plenty of room to wander and avoid each other if they have to. They’re struggling with their hunger but it’s to be expected. They’re at least willing to learn control. Either way, taking care of them is definitely keeping me distracted from thinking about a certain gold-glittery mocha-skinned beauty. For thousands of years taking care of newborns was an obligation, now it’s a welcome interference. While the newborns are doing well, the only person not adjusting – or trying to adjust – is Simon. He picks a fight with everyone and tries to act dominant. Which might go over better if it weren’t for how clueless he is. I’ve been meaning to have a chat with his maker and find out just what the fuck happened, but none of them were in a state for me to leave. They can’t kill each other, but they sure can inflict a lot of injuries on

As I begin to wake up, I can feel the warmth of the morning sun streaming into my room. I’ve only ever seen the sunrise once and that was with the aid of a makkari long ago. I wonder if each sunrise is different. Each morning is a new day so I imagine there must be some difference in the light it shines upon the earth. If it weren’t for feeling its rays on my skin I wouldn’t even be aware it was morning at all as I open my eyes and stare up into nothingness.The moment I’m fully awake the ache in my chest returns and I crave to return to the oblivion sleep brings. There’s been no word or contact with Osiah in two weeks and the pain it causes me each day only grows. I imagine it would be a thousand times worse if we sealed our bond, so I suppose I can take some solace in knowing that’s not the case, but I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.Aulen has tried to help me to no avail, and I’ve screamed out to my mother every single day and again come up empty. As much as I yea

I walk out of the kitchen and make my way upstairs to the bedroom I occupy while I’m here. I only stay here while trying to help new additions come to terms with what they are. I can hear the conversations taking place downstairs, but I do my best to tune them out. I desperately want some peace and quiet, but that’s not likely to happen while I’m here. But this is how I’ve chosen to live my existence, so best to just suck it up. That being said, I need a breather, so I quickly transport myself back to my home and flop down on the couch, closing my eyes and letting the silence soothe me. After a moment, I open my eyes. I need someone to talk to and as much as I might regret this, it’s what I need. “Morrtemis,” I breathe out slowly. “You called,” says the deep yet feminine voice. I look over the back of my double-sided couch to see the 7’7” Goddess perched across the room on my kitchen counter. Her straight as a pin violet hair hanging down to her waist, her piercing liquid silver eye

Instantly I’m met with a crisp breeze and the scent of the Oregon forest and many, many mutolupus’. I can hear the hustle and bustle of their movement all around me, but most of it is coming from in front of me. I’m certain I’m in front of the packhouse given the level of noise I can hear inside. I follow the sound of chatter and click my tongue to assess my surroundings and carefully walk up the front steps remembering how many there are from previous visits. I feel along the side of the door frame until my fingers skim over the bell and I press it down hearing its tinkle echo inside the walls of the packhouse. Doesn’t take long for the door to open and a burgundy aura to fill my vision. I hear the owner of the aura gasp, “H-How can I help you?” the female voice asks me with a nervous stutter, no doubt knowing what I am from my features. “I was hoping for a word with Alpha Amelia,” I say with a warm smile. “Of course,” she nods respectfully, “She’s in the entertainment room with th

I drop onto the bed with a flop as I feel Osiah’s body disappear. The wisps of his aura remain, but I know he’s gone. I took a chance. I practically threw myself at him, and he left. He just left me, like what we just did meant nothing. For the briefest moment, I thought I’d gotten through; that he wasn’t going to keep making decisions for me and would give us a chance. He kissed me. He touched me, and it was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced and now… now I feel hollow. I feel rejected and humiliated to a degree that feels crippling. I curl up in my sheets and let the tears fall as pain spreads from my heart and through every nerve in my body. Devastated, angry, pained tears fall unabashed from my eyes as I curse the man destined to be my other half. Why can’t he just reject me and put me out of my misery? Maybe I should do us both a favour and reject him. I clutch my chest letting out an agonised sob at the very thought of rejecting him. I’ve never believed in rejecti