Home made lycan vodka. Just keep smiling, just keep smiling. It was my current motto. I refused to eat in the canteen, I tried it the following day after the incident but couldn’t eat. Whispers and stares were constantly about and on me. Even training was awkward. The only thing I actually enjoyed was my private driving lessons with Lance, I can’t believe I’ve used driving and enjoyed in the same sentence. He was incredibly patient with me and we had managed to keep the engine running for up to two minutes before I change my mind and turn it off. Hopefully I could string it out long enough so that when May came, I could graduate without having actually driven the car. I stayed with Lance every night, he was with me for every training session…he was clearly taking the witches warning seriously. Today was Friday and I was looking forward to shutting that apartment door and locking it shut this weekend. I just needed to hide away for a day or two. “Aida, there you are!” Nyah walks up

An unwanted journey. My stress levels were incredibly high. Lance, Mav and Tucker left with the security detail on Wednesday evening and the King. It was very quiet without Hong, Tate and Blake at training but I got to practice with my throwing knives. I even let Rafe have a turn a few times. I wasn’t stupid, he was keeping an eye on me when Axel was preoccupied. They hadn’t mentioned it but I had a strong feeling Rafe was going to be catching a lift with us to my family pack. He was more annoying than Rory, at least Rory knew when to shut up. Rafe just kept on going until I threw something at him or Axel growled. So far he had licked off mash potato, a cupcake and lemon curd pie off his face. I’d spent every night while Lance and Mav had left speaking with Colette. She seemed to be enjoying the quietness again after a hectic Christmas, although I knew she was missing Mav.I was finalising my packing in Lance’s apartment with Axel. He had slept on the couch for last few nights and e

A family reunion. I woke up hot and sweaty, but not enough to soak the bed sheets, thank goddess. I didn’t want to explain my nighttime memories to Rafe. It was early, 5am. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, plus Rafe’s adorable slight snoring had turned into loud annoying snores, that I just couldn’t deal with right now. I made myself a cup of tea and make myself comfortable on the sofa. I must have been staring off into space for some time because when I finally take a sip of my drink, it is stone cold. Rafe wakes me out of my wondering mind when he enters the living area, dressed and ready to go. “Morning…” His cheery morning face turns into a frown when he takes in my state. “Are you okay?” “Yes….I best get dressed.” I’ve gone into robot mode, that much I know. Reminding myself that I will not be a burden. Once dressed, we make our way out of the pack house. Correction, Rafe all but threatens to lift me up and carry me over his shoulders. He is pulling me by my ha

A pack warrior and his lycan mate. A male wolf that doesn’t mark his mate, can become unstable. The bond starts to play tricks with the mind. It takes a very strong wolf to have held back since I left. He hasn’t marked her…for me. Skylar growls when she realises I am staring at her neck. She pushes me away from her, which I notice Lance and Mav stop dead at the sight off. I glance to Caleb who is now grabbing his hair in his hands and pacing on the spot, fighting his wolf. His wolf wanting to protect Skylar but Caleb wanting to protect me. “I’m sorry..” I whisper to Skylar. She slaps me hard in the face with a frustrated scream. The growl that leaves Lance, Mav and Axel shakes her to her core. “He won’t mark me because of you.” She seethes at me, trying to keep it quiet. But she doesn’t know how well the Lycans can hear. She glances at Caleb which results in her sobbing and running away past Lance and Mav into the alpha house. “Isla, go home. Hong is a great man, if you are his

Dancing with the King. Shit! I was caught looking at the Lycan King. In a flash I bring my eyes back on my table, I mustn’t disrespect the King. I spend the dinner part of the evening trying to look interested in the table’s general conversation but I can’t seem to focus. I can feel eyes on me and continue to fight the urge not to look back at the top table. Security detail are placed around the marquee and I see Rafe stationed near our table, near his brother. Beta always looking out for the Alpha! I flash a smile at Rafe who smiles in return before his brother whispers in my ear. “You’re putting him off.” He jokingly reprimands me.“I am not.” I defend myself. “In that dress Aida, you’ll distract most men.” I roll my eyes at his mockingly flirty comment before returning to my meal. A luxurious dinner menu boasting of a choice of dishes to please every appetite. This dress was tight so I went for the tomato and mozzarella salad starter, chicken in white wine sauce with sides mai