The chopper is already landing in the field outside the village. Josh is behind me, helping me back to my feet. I stare at the kitchen without seeing it. Then I’m running. Sprinting up the stairs, I grab my bag and everything within seconds and with my phone stuffed into my pocket, I’m running out the door. It slams behind me. I can hear Josh’s boots thudding into the ground behind me and I look back, nodding as I notice he’s carrying my medical kit. I didn’t even need to hear the messages on my phone to know that the chopper was coming for me. Time slipped away in a heartbeat, I’m focused and I’m getting on that chopper. It barely has time to land. The blades starting to slow before I’m across the grass, ducking as I go. Josh is beside me, throwing in my heavier duffel as I climb up. It’s Kyle who is pulling me into the seat. Waving to Josh as he helps me buckle up.It feels like everything is happening in double time and the ground is falling away. My hearing is numbed by the angr

My mother was a powerful magic user in the Pack. When I’m feeling cynical, I wonder if my Dad really loved her, or if he loved the power of having her as his Luna. I don’t really remember her, except that she had dark hair like me and Bella, but blue eyes. Blue as a delicate cornflower on a summer’s day. She smelt like strawberries and ice cream and had a hug that could wrap up both her twins tightly. I don’t really remember the years either side of her death, it’s like my memories have captured her from when I was younger. When I was younger than my boys are now. I remember her, as a toddler remembers their Mumma, always soft and loving. She was always ready with a smile. Yet even now I can see the depth in her gaze, the far off look that was often focused on something beyond what I understood. It was magic that killed her. Or rather, Rogue’s who were employed by my Father’s rival pack the Bloodied Horizon. They don’t exist any longer. Rogue’s took up a bounty to take out the So

Kylar The last few days have been a nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from. Every time I thought I was connecting with Ava and getting closer to her, she managed to pull further away. We were sat on the sofa in her childhood home, and I don’t know if she couldn’t sense it, but the whole house smelled like her. Even if the smell was faint, like the smell of old books in a library. The house was so familiar, even though I’d never been there before the trip. It was part of her. Part of what made her, just like Silver Stream and its current Alpha. There’s a connection there, a shared history that I know I can’t fight. She’s a grown woman, making her own choices. Even if it took everything I had not to jump across the coffee table and rip out Alpha Josh’s throat. How dare he ask her to be his Luna?! Couldn’t he sense that she belongs to me?Sabre was growling at him, and I felt his own Alpha rise against my own. Because no, I’ve not marked Ava. She hasn’t consented to that. But we

Don’t panic, don’t panic. I’m stern with myself. Fighting against my own rapid breath. I can breathe, I remind myself and I close my eyes once more. Blocking out the world. I wish this was just a bad dream. But it’s not. I’ve felt like this before, when I was Banished from my pack. I breathe a little easier. That was worse. That felt so much worse, physically. As though my soul was pulled out of my chest. As though I was bleeding from a hundred different stab wounds. This doesn’t feel like that. I feel panic, I’m in pain. I’m under the affect of whatever drug they gave me and the dehydration. But I don’t feel as though the very essence of my soul has been splintered. Breathe, I remind myself. Separating someone from their Wolf. I’ve heard of it happening but pain usually kills both parties. I’m not in that kind of pain, and for the first time in my life, I feel grateful for the pain of Banishment. It gives me something to compare my current agony with. It’s not that. So Seren isn

I expected some kind of reaction from the other Wolves surrounding the pool. But there’s nothing. I landed after rolling off the male I dropped and remained crouched on the ground. Dry sticks tickling the underside of my belly. My breath was heavy and hard as I twisted and caught my balance. Nothing.I can hear the next male off towards my right, going further into the woods. As Seren I can hear the fright in my son’s voices more clearly over the waterfall. I can pick out Marie’s panicked shout.‘No one’s going to get hurt!’ The elder has a hand on each of my sons, shielding them from the dark haired woman with her body. Damn right they’re not. At least not my boys. I’m bounding, running across the ground in strides that feel like flying. I don’t remember crossing around the edge of the pool but it doesn’t matter. The dark-haired woman has her right hand outstretched to Marie, her gaze fixed on Kayce.‘He’s the oldest twin, you have to give him to me,’ she beckons, but gripped in her