“I don’t know. I feel like this has to mean something. I ended up being a second-chance mate to a werewolf. You are dating a vampire and have premonitions, even if they are inaccurate. But you dreamed of Byron, meeting him, and getting away from Eric before it all happened.” I pointed out. “And now a hope chest she left for me that couldn’t be opened?” I arched my brow and looked at the chest. “I…” Shannon opened her mouth to protest, but even she had to admit I was on to something. “Open it, and let’s see.” I took a deep breath and searched for the keys for one that looked like it would fit. I settled on an old one that looked similar to the lock. Holding my breath, I put the key in and turned. A soft glow emanated from the lock before it clicked, and without me even touching it, the lid popped open. I blinked and peered inside, frowning as the large trunk only contained a stack of quilts and, on top, a black leather-bound journal with the same symbol from the keychain. “She left

The following chapters will be for the bonus story Spy Games. Some events will overlap with events that took place in The Genius Delta and Cult of Love. Cillian MacCarthy- I’ve been through hell and survived. I don’t know how I will survive this. I’m between a rock and a hard place. My loyalty to my pack is tested against the mate bond. I was supposed to spy on her, and it’s obvious she’s here with ulterior motives. Can I protect my pack and still get the girl? Or will I have to choose between my pack and my mate? Mila Bălan (Tomila Đurić) - I was entrusted with this mission by my Alpha, and I have never failed him. I will not and cannot fail. There is more at stake than my pride in completing a mission. I can’t let anyone get in my way, even my mate. Can I salvage this mission? Or will I fail my pack and surrender to the mate bond?

In the six years, I have been part of Bloodmoon, I’ve still struggled to find my footing. I spent so much of my life never staying in one place long enough to get comfortable. It’s all I ever knew, as I only have faint memories of life in FireWolf with my real parents. I’m not the only one who has struggled with this transition from nomadic life to being in a true pack. I’m the only one that is still struggling six years later. Everyone else in my family has found their place. And yes, when I say family, I know they aren’t related to me by blood or name, but they are in my heart. To me, Shae and Máire are my parents. Fion is my brother, and Sheila and Maureen are my sisters. We are a family. I feel like the black sheep as I still haven’t found my place. I’m the only single one left, and I have tried so many jobs around Bloodmoon that I’ve been called the Jack of all trades, master of none—a long-winded title but accurate. I’m not a master of any roles I’ve tried, but I’m passable in

I don’t think I’ve experienced a worse night in my life. I always thought of finding my mate as this life-changing moment. I just always thought it would be positive. Not whatever the fuck this is. I grew up hearing how Shae and Máire met. I witnessed Fion, Sheila, and Maureen find their mates and how happy they were. I wanted that, and I’m not going to have it. Based on the phone call I overheard, my mate is here to spy on my pack and make our Delta hers. I took every ounce of control to hold Conchobar back when she proclaimed she’d make Delta Silvercloud hers before the end of the week. I’m unsure which he wanted to do more, break down her door and claim her or fight Delta Silvercloud. I just knew both would be a bad idea. We wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell in a fight against Delta Silvercloud. Delta Silvercloud may be easygoing of the four, but he could still knock me or any other average wolf on our asses. I’m not dismissing my fighting ability, but I’ve seen him sparr

Coming out to the camp and putting even more distance between me and Mila was supposed to be a good idea. I’d driven here and even unpacked in my counselor’s cabin. Yet I can’t shake this feeling that I’m not where I belong or should be. ‘Because our place is where our mate is.’ Conchobar unhelpfully commented. I rolled my eyes and hurried to catch up with the kids from my assigned cabin at their canoe activity. I’d already missed a day of activities. Thankfully there are always two counselors assigned to a cabin. When I arrived today, Fion at least wasn’t surprised. I assumed our parents told him I would be coming. He pointed me to my cabin and told me where my campers would be. I hurried down the hill to the lake and spotted the campers in the red shirts with the other counselor. They were easy to spot amongst the different groups by the lake for activities. My fellow counselor, Elyse Moore, a brunette who was all legs in her khaki shorts despite being short, was helping campers