Osiris POV I pull up outside of my mother's house and take a deep breath. While my mother may be kind and gentle, she wasn't always this way. She is doing her best to make up for her past actions, but it doesn't take away the trauma that I endured as a child. Now that Willow has brought up the last memory I have of my father, bits and pieces of that night keep flashing through my mind. I remember running to my father. I was excited to see him. But there was something different eyes that night. It could have been embarrassment or maybe shame, but it still didn't stop him from doing what he did. He turned his back on his mate and only son for some alliance. I vowed that if I ever found my fated mate, I would treat her with all the love and respect that the Moon Goddess expected from us. Now that I have Willow, I plan on protecting her from all of the evils of this world, even if it means protecting her from herself. After we visit my mother, a visit to Petra will be in ord

Willow POV I move through time and space so quickly that I fall back on the ground. My air is knocked from my lungs, and I lay back on the ground, trying to breathe. With my eyes closed, I breathe in and out deeply. The smell of smoke fills my lungs, and panic fills my senses. All I was looking for was some reassurance that everything would be okay. But it doesn't appear that I am going to get it. This isn't going to be a happy memory or vision. Sitting on the hard ground, I look around and gasp at the sight before me. I am in the middle of the rogue colony’s town square. Every building that surrounds the town square is ablaze. Getting to my feet, I spin around in the vision. There is no clue if this is a memory or a glimpse into the future. People are running from the buildings as the fire spreads from one to the other. Screams and sirens fill the air. Children are huddled together, crying while their parents run into the burning buildings, trying to save what the

Osiris POV My phone buzzes on the nightstand, waking me from my comfortable sleep. I squint my eyes open and check the time on my watch. It is 4:00 am. Who the hell is calling me at this ungodly hour? Willow is sleeping with her head on my shoulder and her arm and leg wrapped around me. She is holding onto me so tightly that I am unable to get to my phone. "Willow, Baby," I whisper next to her ear. "I need to get my phone." Willow grunts uncomfortably in her sleep but loosens her grip around me. I wiggle out of the tangle of Willow's arms and legs and grab my phone off the nightstand. I look at the screen and see that it is my Beta Matthew. I groan as I slide out of bed and head into the bathroom to take the call in private. "What?" I growl. "We have a problem," Matthew says urgently. "There is a man being held in the dungeons who claims to be your mate's father." "If he is Willow's father, why is he in the dungeons?" I sigh. "Because he is the former Beta of Ly

Willow POV I unsheath the sword from my back and take a deep breath. There are at least twenty of Faris’s men trying to break through the swirling vortex. Each time one gets close to the wind, they are thrown back. I have seen my mother’s magic before, but I had no idea she was this strong. My father’s lycan is the first to leave the cover of the tree canopy. He wastes no time ripping the arms off the first warrior he encounters. The warrior screams as he falls to the ground, but no one notices. The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side. Now, it is my turn to leave the safety of the trees. I spin the sword in my hands as I walk confidently into the fig

Osiris POV Willow slides off my back, and King groans. He was enjoying having her on his back, but he is exhausted. After all the fighting and the running, he is ready to retreat to the recesses of my mind to help me heal. I quickly shift back into my human form and look toward Willow, but she isn't paying any attention to me. Her bottom lip is pulled between her bottom teeth. She looks as though she is deep in thought. I open my mind to the mate bond and try to feel what Willow is feeling. Her emotions are all over the place, but the main one is confusion. As I stare at her, I realize Willow is definitely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, though. She is covered in blood. Some of it is hers, and some of it belongs to the men that she slaughtered tonight. The moonlight shines off her milky white skin, and her blue eyes are sparkling. She releases her bottom lip from her teeth, and her mouth forms into a pretty pout. Ward growls awkwardly, and I realize I am get