All Chapters of Thrown Back by the Moon Goddess: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Liberty pov“Dad, who is Crescent’s Moon’s current Alpha?” “I don't know yet, the Alpha Council is next month. Why this question?” Dad answers me.“Because I would have expected King Truett to send messengers out to inform the packs of Alpha John’s death.” “Hmm, and now the whole truth Liberty,” Dad smiles.“Mary-Jane told me her mate died in the same battle as Alpha John. I’d missed the news that the bastard had passed.”“So you doubted her story?”“Yes.”“Why do you doubt her story?” Dad now looks seriously at me. “Because I don’t trust her. It just doesn’t make sense. Why is she so attached to Howling Moon? She’s never lived here. And she’s inserting herself in our lives in a way I don’t like,” I feel myself pouting. “How does she insert herself in your life?” Dad asks, his tone of voice genuine.“Wanting to do ‘fun stuff’ with me. Like going for brunch. She’s old enough to be my mother, she’s too old to be my friend. And then she tries to set up family things with Cooper, you

Mary-Jane povI take a deep breath before I enter the house. I’ve already eaten a pie in the pub as I expect no dinner tonight because they’re too busy mourning Shania. As expected she became violently ill shortly after eating the salad. “Good evening!” I call out, pretending to not know what I’m walking into. To my surprise the house smells of food. Someone cooked? Maybe a neighbour or friend. When I enter the kitchen Harrison, Cooper and Liberty are having dinner, the table’s laid for three. Apparently they weren’t expecting me. To keep up the act I walk to the cupboard to grab a plate for myself. I sit down and notice that whoever made dinner didn’t count on a fourth person. “We assumed you were out for dinner,” Liberty informs me with a bratty tone. When Harrison is mine I’ll teach her respect. “No, of course not, why would I?” I reply keeping the irritation from my voice.“Because you left Shania sick as a dog. So you’d need an excellent reason to be out of the house,” Ha

Maverick povWhen I leave my room everything feels different than before. The insecurity of not knowing where in time I am is almost debilitating. How do I greet people? What do I say when they ask me something? It might be yesterday for them but for me it’s weeks or maybe even months ago. To my relief I make it to my office unseen. I open the door and I’m about to let out a sigh of relief when a cheery ‘Goodmorning!’ stops me dead in my tracks. Behind my desk York is grinning like a monkey. York, my oldest and most trusted friend. Was he the one who betrayed me? I put up my best smile and give him a chirpy ‘Good morning!’ back. “How did you sleep after yesterday’s mayhem?” he asks me with an unusually serious tone and expression. “Fine, and you?” I presume the mayhem York is referring to is the zombie rogue situation and not the rogue attack on Liberty during the academy selection.York is intently staring at me, my ‘fine’ was a little too slow and hesitant, “Sorry I’m still tryi

Maverick povOne of the advantages of being reborn with memories is that I know what to roughly expect. In this case it means walking into the meeting with my father prepared. I will ask more questions about what we know about the rogues instead of being overwhelmed. Just like the first time I’m praised for my bravery in the fight against the zombie rogues and my efforts in comforting the injured and grieving. I take my time to gloss over Liberty and to give her credit for my socialising the day before. I also acknowledge that I should continue to mingle in the future. “Now to get to the point I wanted to talk to you about,” My father interrupts me with a proud smile, “Of course I’m proud of the young man you are becoming. That you are realising the potential. Your mother would have been so proud of you,” and I see the hurt and love he still carries for her 19 years later. I don’t think he’s ever felt the same love for Samantha as he felt for my mother. Queen Kennedy, his fated mate

Maverick povLiberty breaking down in my arms hurt as much if not more than the previous time I told her I was going on a mission. The main difference is that this time I anticipated it. I watched her. I saw the fear settling in her eyes. The way she hid her face in my chest, preventing me from seeing her dismay. But I saw it because I was looking for it.I hold her tightly, not trying to console her, just letting her cry it out. Knowing that she is not just frightened. Somehow she knows what is going to happen. I just hope that I can somehow turn the tables this time round.Liberty basically begging me to not go, trying to convince me to not go on this mission as she paints a picture of us living in a remote corner of the kingdom fills me with a yearning and a fire. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. But not hidden away hoping that we won’t be found. I want to take my rightful place as king with her by my side. Leading me every step of the way. As I disclose the plan to in