Sasha Waybright Icon Novels & Stories

"I've been here by your side the whole time. Too scared to leave you in case something happened." "Thank you for being here," I whisper. I promise I'm okay now," I smile, trying to reassure him. Brax leans in and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead. My left chest hurts. I look over, moving my shirt to unveil what looks like a tattoo of tree branches running from my breast to my shoulder. "what's this?" I ask, showing Brax the mark.

“What?” Sasha didn’t look like Chrissy. Not even a little. Where Chrissy was angelic and almost too heavenly to look at, Sasha was fierce and feral. It looked as if she was minutes away from lunging. Seconds, if you looked closer. “Hold on.” She reached into her pocket and slid her phone towards me. The screen was already on, with a lot of messages in it. “Read.” I did. My stomach twisted, my eyes looking up at her. “What does this… what does this mean?”

She was watching the room with the same kind of attention Wren used, which was how Wren noticed her noticing. She sat down beside her. Sasha startled. Then looked at Wren with an expression that moved through several rapid stages—surprise, wariness, recognition, and finally a tentative, cautious form of relief. The relief of someone who has been invisible for too long and has been found by someone who might actually see them. "Luna," she said. The title still arrived at Wren like something she hadn't fully adjusted to receiving. "Wren," she said. "Please." She looked at the pack colors on Sasha's collar. "Green Run. Eastern territory?"

I must be psyching myself out because of who she is. Celeste steps forward. "I Celeste Ashwood, Luna of the Ashwood Pack, give the blessing of the Protector Lumiere. You are a protector to all in your pack." She drops in White Heather to the basin of rainwater. Then she extends a claw and cuts the palm of her hand. I extend the cup to catch the blood. I look down at the white heather floating in the basin of water. It’s calming to me; it represents who I am and my family. I sneak a peek over at Sydney and see a small smile on her face as she lightly touches her mate mark. "I accept the blessing of the Protector Luna." I bow to Celeste, and she steps back.

After getting into the cab, she sent a WhatsApp message. "Mr. Dakota, we're on our way. How's everything on your end?" Javier quickly replied with an "OK" hand emoji. "Don't worry, Ms. Sasha. Everything's in order!"

I shuttered as I replied hurriedly. "That settles it, Welcome to the Wild Crest Pack, Evelyn." The Alpha smiled as he looked at me. "Thank you very much, Alpha," I said, trying to force myself to bow, but I was too weak to do anything. I stumbled back to the floor when I tried to get up. "Evelyn, there's no need for you to thank me, I can see that you've been through enough." The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me.

This is just Cyrus courting Carmela, not my wolf Harry nor the Moon Goddess' will. Replying to Ashton, I typed. "Thanks for packing her things. Let's drink some time later." I hit sent and smiled back at the email he sent me. "Get ready you son of a bitch, I'm going to catch you soon!" I said darkly.

Derry went silent for a while trying to process what Devon had just revealed to him. If Mr Adam Shawn's account is still active, who is using it? He thought. "What do you mean the account is active? Who is using it?" Derry questioned. "His daughter, Lily Shawn," Devon announced.

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.