Elle’s POV continued..Elle and Hilda made their way to the great room, the great room was filled with pictures of women that Aunt Hilda had always called sisters, some sisters came from far away and some were of blood relation. Each sister’s picture that hung on the wall had a saying in Latin underneath magicae nos servabit, “Magic will save us.” But, Elle never really understood what it meant exactly. Why had they needed saving in the first place? The great room was huge. Besides the portraits on the walls there were mini tables and chairs everywhere and a roaring fireplace in the middle of the room. When Elle was younger she had memories of sitting in front of that fireplace listening to stories from Aunt Hilda and the other sisters. Aunt Hilda would always help a sister out in need. This was a place you would go to when you were feeling lost and needing to find a way home. Aunt Hilda was giddy with Elle being there; she was stopping by every sister and introducing Elle. Normally

Elle Chapter thirteen Elle really didn't understand what had just happened. Not only was she confused, but she was also uncomfortably hot and bothered and really needed some relief. A part of her was disgusted by Rain but, another part a secret part that was becoming not so secret was hungry for him. She wanted to know what it would be like for him to tie her up in her own bed in her own home. But- another thought came crashing down around her. The break in, her mother, the attack. Elle could never go back to her house again. Elle wasn't safe and yet her mother was nowhere to be found. Feelings of abandonment or creeping in, Elle began to feel herself spiral into a rage and a dark sadness. Candles began to flicker all around her. The door to Aunt Hilda's house swung open and there Elle’s mother Ann stumbled inside bloodied and drunk. Elle was not surprised her mother’s way of dealing with things was to drink. But, what the hell had she gotten into now? Elle jumped to her feet immedia

ANN POV Ann watched Elle walk off into her room and heaved a sigh. “I hate lying to her, I want her to know and understand the full truth of what she is.” The fire that Ann was now standing in front of keeping her warm made a whooshing sound and magical red fibers seemed to ensnare their way around Ann. Aunt Hilda whispered incantations under her breath as the fibers wrapped themselves completely around Ann making her glow with the magic. The vibrations from Aunt Hilda's power seemed to reshape the room and a beautiful man was revealed as the fibers died away. With long silver hair down his back and muscles rippling from his arms and legs and intricate tattoos sprawling from his upper arms to his neck decorated him. He was dressed in heavy brown leather body armor and had two swords on either side of him. Elle’s lips look painted onto his mouth, his brows furrowed together. He was Elle’s father. “Just a little more time Silas and all can be relieved. You know we have to be care

Chapter SeventeenElle Pov Rain throws me onto the bed. Yes, I think this is what I want. Don’t over think this Elle. You can do this. Rain looms over me with a smile slapped onto his face, hes fucking more excited to eat me then a kid in a candy store. Looking down at me he nips on my lips tugging on my bottom one until I feel it almost split open. Then he does something I didn’t expect. He licks me from my neck all the way to my bottom lip and he just nips, encircling my small wound. Moaning in pleasure from the taste. I rock my head back impatiently with need taking over me. This is the bond I think. I’m on fire. Taking his hands he massages my breast and murmurs “fucking perfect” as he sucks and licks his way down my body. Planting little kisses that seem more gentle then I think he should be with me on both my inner thighs one then the other. “ You are so fucking good. I could taste you all day. Mmmmm..” He says. I take my hand and fist it inside h

Chapter nineteenMax Pov:Ten years ago. I am so ready to get out of this fucking shitty ass town of I had nothing. Nothing here in Back Water Heights but pain. As I’m walking to Sarah we’re meeting in the woods. My thoughts drift to my mother, My mother died when I was younger, an attack but a rogue wolf. We were out in the woods. She was teaching me about plants. She was the pack's herbalist and a rogue came up behind us because she had started her heat. It was a s smell that had a gross sweet hint but, to a man who had shifted it drove them wild. I remembered her saying we couldn’t stay long, we had to get back to my father. But, right after those words left her lips she was attacked. She threw me into some brush and told me to run. Run like your life depends on it Max grab your father. Go. Be silent and fast. To my everlasting regret I did run, I did leave her. By the time my father and other male wolves got to her it was too late. While my mother had put up a fight. I shake