They were all here. All six of my siblings and my mom. I hugged each one tightly with tears. It felt like years had passed since I last seen them. My whole life revolved around protecting them from Stephen's intolerable rage and then they were gone."Is he here?" I questioned my mom, noticing her husband was missing."No!" She smiled brightly to me."No?" "Draconian found out the truth and removed him. Prince Bolton will fill you in." She winked to him and I looked at him funny."Prince? You need to explain that too." I pointed at him."Yes, let's get settled and I'll fill you in, Luna.""That too!" I pointed at him again and he nodded to me.I gave my family one last squeeze then looked out to my old pack. "I'm sorry for how I addressed all of you. I only gained my freedom a little over a week ago and most of that time I laid unconscious. I want to be more to you all, more for myself, and for my children. Please give me some time to learn who I'm meant to be.""Of course, Luna.""We

My hands shook as I locked the door then turned the dead bolt. I can do this! I turned around and Charlotte was standing behind me smiling. She was starting to creep me out."Uh, I should get ready for bed.""I'll get you clothes. Would you like a small dinner? Are you hungry, thirsty?""Please stop! It's so fake and makes me want to slap you." I looked at her annoyed. My whole life she never looked at me twice. Now she wants to be my damn servant. Please, I wasn't an idiot."It's not fake, Sasha. I swear it's not. I don't know you, but I want to. Not only because you are the mother of my grandkids but because I do believe in you. We can make this pack what it should be and finally be free.""Free?""Free from Viktor and Blake.""You're Viktor's mate and Blake is your son." I was have a hard time believing she so willingly turned her back on them."Viktor has tormented me for years. I thought I had no choice but to be his mate. When he made me Luna it filled me with so much pride. Then

"Good, Sasha!" Bolton gave me a proud look and I ate it up like a child would of a father's praise. We've been training every day for two weeks and I was getting good. Not as good as Bolton, or probably any of the other werewolves, but better than I was before. Bolton was a hard ass that quickly lost his patience with me. He left every few hours to check on other things, but I think he went to feed. He always came back smelling of blood, and not his own. "I hit you five times today, Bolton. You're getting soft." I teased as I expertly twirled the baton. That was what the metal stick thing was called; a baton. I like it!When he left me in the garden to train I often got bored. After completing his tasks at least three times I started doing tricks with the metal stick. I hadn't trained with any other weapon, but I had a feeling this was going to be favorite."I wouldn't get too cocky. You have a ways to go before taking a wolf even half my size.""I know, but I'm getting better. Did t

I turned my back to them and closed my eyes. I needed to do this for them, for me, for my pack. I started to think of my past. The way everyone made fun of me, pushed me, punched me, kicked me. My fist tightened at my side as I felt heat rising in my chest. I didn't shy away from the pain. I knew pain and I can handle any of it. I thought of Blake. How his green eyes would watch me. My younger self looked to him with pure love and he looked to me like a possession. My throat began growling at the memories.I remembered how his fingers so gently played with my strands, the comfort it gave my entire body when I was in his arms. The way we laid in the woods and talked for hours. His promises to make my life better than it was. A life of tormented that he and his father orchestrated. I remembered the choosing ceremony. How innocent I was, how naive I was. I walked down the purple covered aisle looking to my perfect mate. His green eyes caught mine and it filled me with hope. He laid ove

"Get me towels! We need to take out the arrow and stop the bleeding." Cynthia called out. I looked at her confused. She was covered in blood and sweat as she order others to help a man with three arrows in his back. Her father was one of the head doctors here, but I didn't know she was interested in medicine, or knew anything other than how to be mean.I grabbed towels and quickly handed them to her. "How can I help?" I asked.She looked at me twice then swallowed her pride. We weren't mortal enemies fighting over a stupid Alpha right now. "I'm going to pull the arrows out. You apply pressure while I get the needle. We need to sew him quickly. His body will heal the rest." She said, keeping her gaze on the man."Ok, I can do that.""Needle! Thread!" She called out. Another woman told her we had no more."We can burn them shut." I said, thinking quickly how to help him."Good idea. I'll be right back." She ran to the other side of the room and grabbed a large bowl to sit next to us. Sh