I know this burner phone is the connection to her family. While I was on the phone to my pack making arrangements to have someone come clean and fix Maeve’s shop, I snuck upstairs. Three bedrooms. While the scent of the goons was up there, I could smell the family scent much more strongly. One female, one male and I’d bet my future position as CEO that they are both juveniles. I had intended to take her upstairs and force her to tell me where they are, but when she indicated that we were being monitored, I changed my plan. She doesn’t seem concerned about them coming back and ‘M’ said they were safe. So, for now, I’ll leave it at that. When we were walking to the car, I smelled them before I saw them. I turned, putting myself between them and my mate. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of a busy part of town, humans passing us all around. If they try to take her, I will kill them. “Sorry, guys, this girl is taken, go find your own.” I say, my claws coming out. I hear Maeve suck i

I hate walking my mate through the packhouse. Everyone here can smell that she’s a witch and everyone in our pack and our allied packs knows that it was a witch that cast a spell on Rich and caused all the problem between him and Emlyn. But they don’t know Maeve, not like I’m starting to. I can’t even be angry at them. Yesterday, I wanted to kill her. If she wasn’t my mate, I might have, without ever giving her a chance, without realizing that she’s as much of a victim in all of this as Rich and Emlyn are. I’m shocked when she turns and stands up to the pack. I don’t know if she could actually do what she said she could, but the threat felt real enough that everyone looked shocked and the magic in her hands implied she was serious. I feel the surprise ripple through the pack, and I realize that they expect me to shut her down, or at least threaten her for threatening them. But I’m not going to. I know this pack has been through a lot recently, but so has she. In truth, I’m proud of

For someone that doesn’t know a lot about werewolves, Maeve sure knows how to wrap my wolf around her little finger. All she had to do was ask to speak to him and he practically throws me to the ground in our mind space to get to her. I’ve been fighting to keep him in check ever since. When I take her to the forest to shift, I don’t think twice about starting to strip. It’s just a natural occurrence in the pack. Her instant embarrassment reminds me that she’s not accustomed to it. I continue talking to her until I shift and then let Einar have control. He’s practically prancing as he walks over to get her attention and he’s definitely standing proudly as she looks him over, talking about how gorgeous he is. I just roll my eyes. ‘You’re just jealous. She likes me a lot more than she likes you.’ He says to me. Einar takes her around the pack lands, avoiding our patrols and other groups of wolves until he finally gets to his intended destination. The falls. I’m expecting that he’ll le

I have a tendency to get hangry. Hungry angry, or hangry, as my sisters call it. It’s a joke in our family. Never get between me and my food when I’m hungry. Not intentionally, but I have been known to shove my sistersout of my way in my haste to get to food. The minute I get away from the stinky smell of Maeve’s potion, I smell food and my stomach twists painfully, feeling like it's eating itself. There are only two things on my mind. Food and my mate. Sadly, I realize that in my hunger, I’m missing important cues. It’s not until I hear Maeve’s heart rate spike, smell the scent of fear and sweat on her that I realize something is wrong. All I’ve cared about was getting food in my stomach and making sure she was fed. Apparently, in my haste to get somewhere to eat, she assumed I was trying to get her into bed. I guess it makes sense. I thought that since she was aroused that she could handle a bit of teasing about it. And she did ask me about it, so I thought we were in a good place.

It was a risk showing Maeve that I’d talked to her sister, but I also need her to start trusting me. I didn’t say or do anything that would upset Maeve, I don’t think. But, it’s still a risk. She zeros in on the one thing that I said that I knew she wouldn’t have, that they’d be together again soon. “I can’t bring them back here, Xander. I can’t keep them safe.” “The pack will keep them safe, Maeve.” “Xander, I’m a witch, my sister is a witch. There’s no way your brother is going to allow us to stay on his pack lands.” “I know you haven’t had a good experience with wolves, Maeve. But protection is what we do. We’re good at it.” “Well, it doesn’t matter. I have to be here for a week anyway to make sure the potion cures. After that, I’ll be out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about me or my siblings ever again.” She says before digging into her breakfast. “M is scared, Maeve. She needs to feel safe. Tate needs to feel safe. They’re alone and they are juveniles. They…” “