Hazel Tiberius did a good job of keeping Alette distracted as I quietly shimmied out of the chains. The fact that I was able to use magic again filled me with intense joy. I slowly released the cool loops as they pooled to the ground silently at my feet. Garreth followed suit and I nearly gasped as I saw the deep wounds in his wrists, the darkness responded immediately, reaching out to protect him. Before it could reach him his magic kicked in. I watched in awe as the wounds sewed themselves back together, and thanked his goddess for werewolf healing. I looked around the space calculating my next move. Part of me feared the trees and grass were able to think and maybe even warn Alette. The grass still purred and rumbled beneath my feet but Alette was none the wiser. My head still felt thick and odd, this would be easier if I wasn't trudging through my mind to think. I wasn't sure if it was this place th

Garreth "Tell me how I can help you." Hazel's soft words interrupted me from my mindless staring. We were laid on our bed together, and I wasn't sure how much time passed. The sky was darkening, there were no stars tonight. “I should be worrying about how I can help you.” My voice didn't even sound like me, too thick like I’d been crying. I hadn’t, I barely felt anything since my beta challenged me and ruined the one friendship I had left. My delta and gamma were good wolves, but if I was being honest I didn’t even look at them any time in recent history. They stood among the wolves Jackson was gathering against me. I would have to deal with them, command them to see where their loyalty truly lay. I thought of my pack, I wasn’t sure of our exact numbers at the moment, but we hovered around three hundred wolves typically. I kicked myself internally for all the thing

Hazel The sun rose and with its warm glow, I felt my old optimism warming me. Garreth and I could conquer anything as long as we stayed together. He was meeting with the pack this morning, and I was both excited and terrified. This needed to happen, and if it went well it would make our lives that much easier. If it didn't go well, what was one more issue on the pile? I rifled through the clothing in the closet looking for something that said "I am your Luna." I found a long dress, with light floaty fabric. The green brought out my eyes, and while it was nothing like what I normally wore I felt like a Luna would wear it. Luna's were leaders, loving and maternal to the pack. I thought I could fit that bill if they would have me. Garreth sent out a pack wide mind link that all of the wolves were to gather in the packhouse for a conversation. It made me a little jealous that I would never be a part of the mind links, but as long as Garreth stayed near me it woul

“You’re not serious.” I felt the earth shifting around me, and the ground came up quickly. Before I could hit the hard dirt Gera caught me, and lowered me down gently. “I see you're taking this well.” She muttered sarcastically. “You’re my aunt, and you pretended to be an owl for years because you were protecting me from your psycho mother and sister. Not only that but I am apparently some super powerful fae hybrid?” I did my best to summarize the ridiculous tale she was telling me. “Even if everything you say is true, why wouldn’t you just come to me on your own, as a fairy and offer me companionship? Don’t you think it would have been helpful to know these things before she took my wings from me?” She sat on the ground beside me, still holding my head. “I didn’t know that was Marica, I swear that much to you. I knew she could not be trusted, but that is not her original appearance. That teenage witch is a much prettier picture.” “So hiding y

Hazel "Gera, please, what happened to my parents?" She opened her mouth to answer my question when a howl filled the night air. My chest constricted and I knew without a doubt who it was. The fear and anger coming through our bond were like a wrecking ball, the only reason I didn't notice sooner was that I was too wrapped up in what Gera was telling me. "I should go," Gera spoke nervously, likely convinced if she stayed it would be a fight. “No, you cannot go, you cannot leave again. I need your help and so does he even if he doesn’t see it yet.” She nodded her head but looked around the clearing nervously like she was seeking cover. “Just stand behind me, he won’t go through me.” She stood close, and we both waited as the sound of paws striking the ground came closer. Raze broke through the trees, his caramel fur bleached white by the moon, and his golden eyes glowing brightly. I was shocked to see him covered in blood. I knew immediately it was not