He is kissing me!! Cayden is kissing me?! Where did that come from? We were talking one minute. He was making me coffee and then he was kissing me! There may have been the occasional filled look and what could be considered flirting, but goodness… his lips feel rough on mine. Full of need and intensity. He took me by shock. Where had this come from? His hand is in my hair, gently holding the back of my head as he begins his kiss. I should probably push him away… this is the pack Beta… one of my bosses… his friend had tried to kiss me earlier too… but this is Cayden, the one I feel drawn to the most… I should push him away… but this feels good… it has been a long time… His tongue goes to part my lips to allow it access to my mouth, and I feel myself submitting to the kiss, the need in me building, and as I do I realise how much I too have been wanting the kiss. Cayden moans against my mouth as he realises I am kissing him back, and then the kiss becomes more intense, de

After my moment of indiscretion with Cayden there was many loaded glances between us. I could not stop thinking of him. Or stop imagining his hands on my skin. It had felt amazing. Like it was meant to be. But he had been right. I should wait. Yet the teasing and flirting was fun. He continued to act normal with me when around others but on the odd occasion when it was just him and I in the office, his touch would linger just a few moments longer than it needed to… Or he would move himself a little closer than he should be… move his mouth close to my ear to whisper something to me instead of talking… All the little things that made me desperately want him more. I had made excuses to stop over at the room they had provided me with on many occasions in the last week or so. Working late in my office, and then spending the evening in the company of Cayden and Jackson. It had become a frequent occurrence now. I was three weeks into my work here, and I preferred my time here over m

I had been happily working away in my office, admiring the beautiful flowers that Cayden had put in my office for this week. Some brightly coloured gerberas. I was looking forward to the pizza and film night Cayden and Jackson had suggested for us tonight. As soon as they had mentioned pizza, I had already decided there was no way I would be returning home, I would be staying the night once more! Not that I ever needed much convincing… I had been in their pack only a matter of weeks, yet it suddenly felt so much like a home. I felt at ease here. Happier. Like I could be me. I was laughing more. I felt freer. My spirit felt free, and it felt wonderful. Truly amazing. Neither Cayden or Jackson would judge me when I spoke, they seemed intrigued by my thoughts. And loved my enthusiasm. And I loved the way that made me feel. Like my opinion and thoughts mattered. They made me feel like I mattered. Being here with them had become important to me. It might not be a million mi

I fight tears walking away from Jackson and Cayden. Part of me wants to go against the wishes of my Alpha and stay in the safety of Mystic Shadow Pack. But my wolf, Orla is urging my to do the right thing, my gut is telling me I need to head home. I know it is the right thing to do. You do not desert your pack when they need you. No matter how hard it may be. So I push myself forward. My feet feeling heavy. I quickly collect my things and I make my way to the edges of Mystic Shadow Pack, the forest surrounding me. The sun was shining brightly again today, giving the illusion of a wonderful day. Today was going to be far from wonderful. I had no clue what today would hold for me. But I knew where I was going there would be bloodshed. Death. Pain and suffering. Just like the last time Night Shade Pack had invaded my pack. And I truly don’t know if I am ready to go through all of that again. Though, in truth, were any of us? Were any of us in the region ready to be going throu

‘My mate?’ I stutter to Orla. How can this be happening. Now of all times. As werewolves you learn of fated mates. The bond. The connection. How wonderful it feels. And being a teenage girl you start building up dreams of meeting your fated mate. Read stories, watch films, and hope for dreams of romance. This was not the things I had dreamt of! Meeting my fated mate in the midst of a fucking warzone! ‘Go find mate!’ Orla is yelling at me. My mind is still trying to process what is happening. My mate is here? But… I knew everyone in River Ash Pack... I would have known if my mate was here. My heart dropped. That has to mean that my fated mate is one of the soldiers invading us? No. That can’t be right. Why would the moon goddess fate me to a soldier of that pack?! The pack that killed my father! The pack that was instigating conflict on our region? ‘Now girl! Now. Mate!’ Orla is pushing me. I feel her forcing the shift now. My body begins the modification in