Stacy’s POV A girl! All these hot guys, and we get stuck with a girl. I wasn’t happy. I will be talking to Mason about this. He will have to fix this for me. Otherwise, he will have to deal with me and trust me; he will not like it if I’m not happy. Plus, I saw him flirting with all the new girls. He’s lucky we aren’t mated yet. Otherwise, I would have a thing or two to say about it. “Stace, where are you” my brother called me. I knew it was just to rub it in my face that I had to move out of my room for a while. We had thought it would be a guy, so mum had already told Jaxon he was going to be uprooted from his room, but now it’s a girl; mum thought it wouldn’t be as nice for her to stay in my brother’s room and I agree! But why does it have to be my room? “What do you want, Jaxon? I am busy, you know,” I say. I had been staying in the dining room as the guest room was being decorated. It hadn’t been finished in time for Miranda to stay in, so l

Jacob’s POV Watching Ayla being carried out of the woods by one of those Triplets really bothered me. Since they had been here, they had stuck close to her; I don’t think I have seen her once without them, not since she was last at school anyway. Goddess, I don’t even know why it bothered me so much anyway. It’s not like I even like her. We haven’t been friends for years now if you could even call us friends, to begin with. Sure, we spent some time together once, but I quickly learned it wasn’t a good idea. Lucas, my older brother, is best friends with Mason. They made my life a living hell for hanging out with Ayla, Mason hates her, so naturally, Lucas would too. I took way too many beats for it and didn’t intend on ever receiving any more, not for her anyway. She smelled amazing, though; that’s what has been worrying me. She shouldn’t smell that good to me unless we are mated. “I can’t be mated to Ayla; my life would be a living hell if I were!

Jacob’s POV The hours dragged by as I waited for my so-called girlfriend to turn up. She hadn’t sounded impressed when I had called her earlier. I told her it was an emergency and she needed to come over immediately. Annoyingly she had fobbed me off, saying she had some jobs to do with Miranda and she needed to pop over to the pack house to help the Luna out. I knew it was a massive lie. The Luna never asked us for help, well, hardly ever. And I knew she wouldn’t ask Stacy if she knew she was helping one of the representatives out. Jaxon had even bailed on me after an hour or so. Apparently, my mood was bringing him down, and he didn’t want to be around when his sister got here. He knew all too well what her temper was like, and even though we were best mates, he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. I had no idea what I would say to her; I was just going to wing it. There was no way I would let her use me and take me for a fool. She’s no

Ayla’s POV We made it home just in time to get changed for Laura’s planned meal. Unlike the other night, it was only for the visiting packs and their hosts. I knew Laura would kill me if I didn’t attend, especially as I had spent the whole day up and about. Archer drove us back while I slept the whole way on Aiden’s shoulder. Hopefully, it will be just enough to get me through this evening. Then I can finally sleep in my bed. Right now, I didn’t have time to dream of sleep; I had to throw something on that looked like I gave a damn and made at least a small effort to look presentable. Aiden had insisted; one of his brothers ran to their rooms and grabbed their clothes. He was making them change in my room. He didn’t want me to be alone for even a second. It was kind of sweet. This time though, I will not be looking at them change and getting dirty thoughts; I just don’t have the time! Less than fifteen minutes later, we were stood at

Aleena’s POV Something changed, something I have never felt before, and I don’t know what it means. My world is different to that of the shifters—all shifters, not just the werewolves. Most races live ignorant lives. Unaware of anything around them that doesn’t directly impact their lives. This is why I am seen as a myth or a legend if you prefer. Magic is an everyday thing to me; it’s as natural as breathing. Sadly, most want to exploit it, so my race is much smaller now than it once was. We never used to hide away. We were once one of the most respected and dominant races this earth had ever seen. Then some became greedy and wanted our power for themselves. They soon learnt it’s not something that can just be taken. It is our whole being, our life source. Take our power; you take our life, meaning the power dies too! When the world shook earlier today, I knew something big had happened; I just didn’t know what. So, I wasn’t overly surprised whe