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

Petra POV "Must set the mood," I chant to myself. "The atmosphere has to be perfect." I flutter around the main room of my cottage, flicking lights on and off and lighting candles. The shadows grow on the walls and dance in the candlelight. The room is dark but not too dark. The pillows are set up neatly on the floors, and there is nothing but embers in the fireplace, keeping the room warm. I place my hands on my hips and look around the room. Everything looks exactly like it should. Well, almost everything. I can't very well hold a seance by myself. There is a knock on my front door, and I rush to open it. Celeste never knocks on the door. She usually just barges on in. I swing the door open and find Willow standing on the other side door. I look around her for Osiris, but she appears to be alone. "Willow, Dear," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Did Osiris drop you off?" Willow looks to the ground and twists her fingers together. She is wearing gloves that

Willow POV The rest of the drive back to rogue territory is silent. I am still angry Osiris didn't let me teach Celeste a lesson. I can only assume Osiris is still upset that I have been using my magic. Laying my head against the cool window of the car, I try to remember my life before I found Osiris. Things were less complicated. I did my jobs and came home to my little cottage. I practiced harmless witchcraft in my downtime and thought about getting a cat. There was no fear of the dark magic taking over my soul. I only had myself to worry about. It has become clear to me that my connection to Osiris is what is leading me into the darkness. 'Are you sure that he is the one leading you into the darkness?' The voice speaks loudly in my mind. Being trapped in the car with Osiris, I refuse to answer her. I just roll my eyes and keep my eyes glued to the passing trees. 'Osiris didn't force you to make any of those decisions that led you into the dark. You have made all