Owen***Five years earlier.****The sound of the truck hitting the side of my smaller car was deafening. My body felt like it was floating as the car flew through the air rolling several times before coming to a stop. Glass was everywhere. My whole body was in pain. Every airbag in the car had deployed. One hit me head-on, while another came from my left side. It all happened so fast. One second, everything was going so well. We were laughing and singing along with the songs on the radio. The next, the world seemed to end as everything went silent. The last thing I remember was hanging upside down inside my flipped-over car, blood flowing down into my eyes as everything went black.When I open my eyes next, I am in a cold room with mint-colored walls. The only sound was of the machines connected to all the wires connected to me making beeping sounds. The room was dark except for the glow of the same machines that showed I was still alive. I tried to sit up, but moving proved to be ver

AdamSince letting Alison go, my wolf has been angry with me. We hurt our mate all because we couldn’t be patient. If only we had been patient. To top off my wolf being angry with me, I have had Teresa pushing to know what happened. Why did I let a wolf we had locked up go? She wouldn’t let it go and kept pushing. But I wasn’t ready or even sure how I would explain everything to not just her but the rest of the pack. I tried going over everything with Ian and Charles, but even they didn’t know what to do. Could we get by with not saying anything to the pack about what my father had done? Sure, it had been my father’s mistake and not mine. But then how would I explain to the pack I had found my mate and was forced to let her go? It was something I would not be able to get around. I would either one-day show signs of being weaker due to her finding someone else and choosing to be with them. Or even the possibility she would choose to reject me outright, leaving me obviously weaker. Of c

AdamAdmitting to my pack that not only had my father messed up but so had I was one of the worst things I think I ever had to do. They, of course, forgave me. I was their alpha, and even though I had made a mistake, I was owning up to it. Teresa wasn’t so forgiving after finding out I had found my mate and hadn’t instantly rejected her. I was married to her, for goddess sake. She moved out of our room and back into the house her parents had outside of the pack house. But she was at my office door by the end of the first month. I had let her in even though I knew what she was there for. We had split up so many times before getting married it was like a part of our routine. We would fight, and she would sulk for a day or week, then come back, giving me puppy dog eyes. Ian had just filled me in on the movement of some rogues that seemed to be congregating close by. None of them bothered with the pack or even attempted to cross the borders. So, we were simply keeping an eye on them. Ther

OwenI sat and watched her eat for a few minutes before returning to my food. She didn't seem happy that she had gotten hurt. Though, who wouldn't be happy they had gotten shot? But to be honest, I was surprised that only one bullet had made contact. For the most part, all the kids in the town were shown how to use a gun at a young age. If two of them had fired at her, I would have thought both would have hit her. This alone didn't really help my view of the human race. Even less knowing they shot at her wolf, who, from the sounds of it and by where she had been hit, was moving away from them and not towards them. Shaking my head, I finished my food. When I finished, I found her sitting across from me, staring at me just as I had stared at her earlier and watching me. "So tell me, Owen, where did you learn to stitch someone up?" Scoffing, I grabbed her plate and mine and got up from the table. "I was a doctor in another life." A small smile pulled at her lips. "Well, then, I did

AdamWe spent the day searching the woods, the whole time staying well under the radar of the hunters that were also in the woods. They were on the hunt for who they thought was just another rogue wolf. They didn't know she wasn't alone. At least not if I could help it. We had to find her first. And the longer it took to find her, the more I worried we would be too late. As it was, I had long lost the sensation of being injured. This made my wolf push harder, refusing to believe she was gone. Just the thought alone sent a pain through my chest that was nearly as bad as the day she rejected us. Then finally, there was news. The hunters were converging on one location. Following them, we made a perimeter around the whole location. Once my men were in place, I ordered them to close in. In doing so, we ensured the humans in the woods knew they were outnumbered and she wasn't alone as they thought. Nothing more was needed. The humans took the hint and got the hell out of dodge. Not before