I waited on the high ground near the Kallio bridge the whole night once Mrs Berrybrow raised the alarm that Marcus and Matthew had gone missing. When Matthew came back into connection, hesitantly confirming that they were almost back, my pent-up, desperate temper finally unloaded. I stormed to the bridge on Ares, galloping hard to intercept my traitorous so-called friend. I didn't confess my feelings for him to make it a one-man mission to blow up my life.The carriage, driven by the stony-faced Matthew, was a simple cart. Designed to blend in. He wore his dark, standatd armoured clothing. Marcus, the fucking clown was of course dressed in dramatic baby blue. Head high, like he hadn’t just betrayed his Alpha and best friend. So much for not standing out. The devious bastard. He must have had Matthew or some other helper of his follow me. Probably Berrybrow she’s that insanely loyal to him. The tenuous hold I’ve held over my wolf for the past few years. The aching, constant emptiness

Some people pray for a guardian angel to save them in a time of crisis. I did not realise I should have been praying for a leather-bound, sinful looking spitfire.I didn’t catch half the words she said. I was just too shocked to see her, insane outfit, wild hair, and blazing silver eyes aside. For half a second, I assumed it was a cruel hallucination. My wolf or dreams must be taking a final sick twist into taunting me in real life. A version of Cass I might have known if I hadn’t been a fool. Too proud to admit I missed her too much to endure the agreement.But then somehow the torch went over the side of the river. Out of everything she babbled, the only bit that made any sense was “please say I’m not too late! I’ll do anything to put this right.” Maybe I am selfish. Greedy for her love when I don’t deserve it, but my wolf and I spoke in desperate union. I only want her mark. Nothing else will do. I've been one for speeches and grand promises over our strange relationship, but now

Time loses all meaning. Ayr has me captive as he builds me up to a point where my thighs are shaking, resting over his shoulders whilst he kneels on the wooden floor. HIs huge, broad shoulders hold my weight with ease, inching my hips up to meet his hungry mouth. My inner thighs have been nipped every time I almost lost control, bringing me back to reality just in time. Now, I am almost beyond help. My legs spread wide he’s still teasing me within an inch of my life. My clit is aching for his attention as he continues to twist and turn his fingers inside me. “Hold on Cass, not yet,,” he growls yet again before delicately lapping at my clit whilst his fingers continue to prise me apart. I’ve shredded two cushions already. One hand now grips a chunk of headboard the other is uselessly flailing at the mattress. I need to let go. To crash and burn with my legs clamped around his shoulders. Ayr still has his fucking pants on. I’ve been naked for what feels like hours. Bending to his w

Robyn had arrived in Volare with a few of my favourite gowns and essentials. Like she already knew I would never be coming back if they found me in Volare. “Cass what the hell happened here!” she gasped, taking in the dishevelled room. “Take a guess, Robyn!” I reply, towel wrapped around my body. “AH you're marked. I knew it!” she squealed.Hugging tightly, I quickly dressed, and we headed down to the main packhouse. I couldn’t resist my hunger any longer. Taking a long, empty bench in the far corner, my hair still damp from the shower with Ayr, I told her everything. Yet just last week, when we played with Lucy’s dolls house, I assured her I was fine. Snapped it at her if I recall properly. Now she knows the full extent of the agreement, the silver wolf waiting to be born. How we had decided, after making amends with everyone, that we had a clean slate. No guilt, no blame. Just forwards. “That’s exactly how it should be,” Robyn smiled. “I can not believe how much you’ve changed

It’s not possible. “It can’t be…I mean…” only to turn and see the look on Ayr’s face. The one I’ve always wanted to see. It’s joyous. The sweetest, kindest expression. A god melted into a beaming man. But it is a look he shouldn’t be giving me. Anyway, it’s just one old lady’s opinion. I said I felt sick, but that surely happens to everyone who’s having the minor trauma of almost killing their mate in their sleep. Accepting the golden-eyed wolf could be hunting Ayr and I down for the rest of our lives out of spite is enough to turn anyone’s stomach. Or, as Mrs Berrybrow suggested, the golden-wolf attaches itself to a newborn. Then what? The instant some child turns eighteen and can connect with their spirit, will their soul be corrupted. Try to harm us? “Cass?” Ayr whispers, before reaching out for my hand. I have no idea how long I’ve been silent for whilst I felt the idyllic protection of my Volare life crumble around me. It's not safe. It will never be safe. I still can’t move