Stephanie's perspective:As my father, Brock, and other Alpha representatives scoured the area in search of my sister, a sinking feeling told me it was too late. She'd set out to find Yadiel, likely seeking the truth about their shared bloodline.Yadiel had previously snatched her, using her as a pawn in a dangerous trade for me—and now, terrifyingly, she had willingly stepped into danger's maw.We were clueless about his hideout, the very knowledge that Adrian possessed, and the interrogation of him that we had yet to conduct weighed heavily on my mind. Both my sister and Adrian had vanished without a trace, and despite the intense search effort, her increasingly faint scent led nowhere. It was near the boundary of Brock's territory where both she and Adrian's trail disappeared completely.I had an inkling that Yadiel was employing a witch who shielded their pack from prying eyes. Locating it would be an impossible task without assistance from someone within Yadiel's ranks.The searc
Brock’s Perspective: I was baffled at how my mate shifted from seething anger to an eager desire to mate. I wouldn't question this unexpected turn of fortune. In gratitude, I offered silent thanks to the moon goddess for her positive gift.Without hesitation, driven by a distrust of interruptions, I quickly stripped off her clothes, then shed my own. A giggle escaped her, amused by my fervent haste—a desire that had been smoldering since the day she dashed away with her resume in hand.Gently placing Stephanie on the bed, I hovered over her, eager to lavish my attention on her generous curves. Suddenly, a persistent knock, knock, knock intruded upon us. I brushed off the relentless tapping
Stephanie's Perspective:I tuned into Yadiel’s thoughts with my newfound ability—"The Mind reader." His mind was a whirl of confusion over our presence. I listened as he covertly instructed his underlings to scour the area, his paranoia about an ambush apparent. Preoccupied with the threat of us usurping his pack, he failed to notice that we had already whisked my human friend—his unwilling blood supply—to safety.Amidst his mental chatter, I caught snippets of a discreet transaction he was keen to hide. Under different circumstances, curiosity might have held me there, but my friend's safety took precedence. Brock would have to be briefed; he could deploy a team to delve into that mystery.Yadiel's gaze on me was unsettling, his mind a cesspool of repugnant thoughts. Mastering this power challenged me; I could intercept every shifter's inner voice, though, thankfully, humans remained silent to me. Sure, the pack link offered the convenience of a mental barricade, but this new psychic
Stephanies Perspective: Could the gamma ensure my human friend reached the pack hospital in time? If not, her life would slip through our fingers...Linda and her sister were confirmed to be on pack grounds, yet we wondered if additional members of the mountain witch clan had converged to aid Morgana. Above the trees, Yadiel—now functioning as Morgana's vessel—hovered like a specter, apparently overseeing the scene. Could it be that she had enlisted more recruits?The leaves rustled with a faint crackle, piercing the forest's darkness. Clouds shrouded the moon, casting a net of shadow through the intertwining leaves and branches. Glancing at Brock, I whispered, "Someone is out there. I can't read their mind. If I can't read minds, and only human minds are closed to me, does that mean witches—humans with magic—would evade my mind reading abilities too?"Brock edged closer, his eyes reflecting the little light that filtered through the dense forest, his nostrils flaring as he attempte
Stephanie's Perspective:"Linda, I've just informed Brock about our predicament; I need to speak with your sister who's with you at the pack. Could you connect her to this conversation? She's not part wolf, so I'm uncertain what a mind-link with her entails.""Steph, certainly. She's here beside me, battling at my side. She can touch my temple to tune into our exchange. I'm currently away from the fight—we're down to one last witch. She's not particularly powerful. I'll keep her at bay while my sister joins our dialogue."“Thank you, Linda,” I called out, a grateful lilt in my voice.The response came back sharp and irritated, slicing through the air. “I’m not Linda! What the hell do you want?”I drew in a deep breath, letting a bit of sarcasm creep into my tone. “Well, for starters, a little courtesy wouldn't hurt. Look, if you're not interested in joining forces to break through this deadlock, fine. But just so you're aware, Brock and our men are about to hit a wall. There’s a witch
Stephanie's Perspective:As if carried on the wind, Brock's wolf appeared beside me in a breathless moment. The burden of my friend's weight on my back slowed my stride. Together, we headed south toward our pack, while Brock veered southwest, circling behind the hospital to avoid the turmoil tearing through the vicinity.It was then that Brock had a flash of insight, recalling a hidden tunnel near the western mountains—a secretive passageway that burrowed beneath our pack's territory. With this knowledge, he subtly altered our course, steering us away from the tumult of battle.Brock's plan was a gamble, but desperation lent us speed. The dense forest blurred past, becoming a mottled tapestry of shadows and moonlight. My lungs burned with the cold night air, and somewhere beneath the discordance of our flight, I could hear the distant howls and cries of our wolves, a grim symphony to our plight. "Stephanie," he panted, his voice barely above a growl, "the cave with the tunnel is clos
Stephanie’s Perspective:Even the night seemed to pause, holding its breath as we emerged into the open. The moon, full and mocking, cast a silvery glow over the chaos that rippled through those two blocks. Shadows danced wildly as the clash of flesh and bone echoed through the air—a symphony of survival as my pack fought bravely against the invaders.The weight of Bethany in Brock's arms was a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the fierce drive within us to protect it. He glanced at me, a silent question in his gaze. Our eyes locked, and I nodded, understanding the unspoken plan—swift, silent, and cautious. Our feet barely touched the ground as we moved swiftly, dodging the debris that littered the battlefield.Claws raked the earth, teeth snapped, and the scent of spilled blood made my wolf bare her teeth in response, she was trying to push herself through my human form to fight. Brock's careful footsteps faltered as a rogue spotted us, his eyes a gleaming reflection of
Stephanie's Perspective: Barely a thought spared, I burst through the packhouse doors, and, with a surge of adrenaline, I shifted into my wolf form, Aurina. The transformation came with a rush of strength—but also fear that chilled my bones."Aurina! We must save Brock!" My voice trembled, the words barely a whisper to my other half.Aurina's presence flared within my mind, fierce and unyielding, echoing my own determination. Her spirit, once a gentle murmur, now roared with purpose. "Stephi, they haven't claimed him yet—and they won't. Death will have to contend with us first!" Her vow coursed through us, igniting a fire to fight, to protect, to survive.” Aurina soothed my torment, stirred by the dread of Brock's demise. "Steph, he perished for only an instant and has returned; I sense his wolf's presence. It's a weak connection, yet it persists. Together, we'll rescue our mates!""Aurina, it's crucial we establish a mind link with Linda. If her mate is well, he must seek us out to