Amelia’s POV“You can’t be serious.” I put my hands on my hips and glared at Caleb. First, I’d had to endure being told that he’d slept with someone else. Next, I’d had to watch as he’d spent the better part of a month sat at an Omega’s bedside. Now, he wanted to throw a darn party? It was beyond the pale. It was unreasonable, unthinkable–“It’ll be good for pack morale, Ames.”“Oh, will it?” I scoffed, starting to pace across my office. I passed the window, which looked out from its position on the top floor towards the training grounds and the Warrior Wolves’ lodgings – which meant it now also looked out on the gorge that Kieran and I had somehow carved into the earth. My heart gave a twinge at the thought of him; I turned my back on it and shoved my feelings aside before they could take root. Not that Caleb was making that same effort for me. He’d downright flaunted his affections as of late. It made my lip curl just to think about it. I hadn’t just had to watch, either; I’d had
Rhiannon’s POV Caleb and I snuck around, stealing kisses but never having the chance to do anything more. Guilt still gnawed at me over Stephen, but after seeing him cuddling Cin and remembering that he’d mindlinked her over me in his time of need, I didn’t feel as bad as I once did. “We don’t have to worry about Amelia anymore,” Caleb murmured, carding his hands through my hair, his chest heaving between desperate, open-mouthed kisses. “I’ve told her that I won’t be parted from you.” “You sound like an old-timey gentleman,” I teased, cupping his jaw and feeling the scratch of his stubble against my palm. “I like it.” I punctuated my sentence by nipping his lower lip, and then we were kissing again. His every touch was like starlight, its bright heat spilling straight into my veins and making every part of me throb. I ached to go further, to do more, but I knew I had to speak to Stephen first. I had to tell him the truth, that we were chosen mates only and nothing more, but for the
Rhiannon’s POVThe fruit tree had everyone in Night Wind ready to celebrate. People were calling it a gift from the Moon Goddess, swearing she’d finally seen our plight and had given us a boon for our loyalty to her, even in these darkest of times. The message on the tree had sold it for most people and, while I hated that so many people were clamouring to get close to Dad’s plaque for reasons that had nothing to do with him, I had heard people murmuring that our family had been blessed in return for our loss.My full belly helped ease the pain and people were, for the most part, respectful. I still had time to walk Foxy Spangles out into the woods and sit in silence with Dad’s memory – only now, the tree provided food for us both. I’d noticed that Foxy particularly liked blackberries, and whenever I took him with me, there always seemed to be an abundance of blackberries on the low-hanging branches.It did make me wonder if those awed whispers could hold some truth. Had the strange f
Stephen’s POV“This year, the Chalice of Bravery is awarded to Hyacinth Fox!”I stared up at the Alpha, raw panic engulfing me. It grew and grew, flaring out of control as almost an entire minute passed – probably – with Hyacinth not appearing.“Hyacinth Fox?” repeated Alpha Caleb, frowning out into the crowd. “Hyacinth, are you here?”The raucous applause morphed into concerned mutters. Everyone that knew Cin knew she wouldn’t miss something like this – especially not when she was due to receive such a prestigious award. I mindlinked her again, desperation seeping into my tone. ‘Cin? Is everything okay?’She didn’t reply. That sent the panic into a frenzy. My hands started to shake; I tapped my booted foot against the floor and gnawed on my bottom lip, turning around in my chair to look for her.I knew, in my heart, in my soul, that she wasn’t here. I didn’t know how I knew; it didn’t make any sense, not when my mate was sat next to me, but there was an emptiness in my chest that to
Rhiannon’s POVI stared helplessly into the wardrobe. My knees hurt from being pressed to the floorboards, but I could barely feel the pain. I was dimly aware that it was there but numb to everything physical.“No,” said Stephen. From the corner of my eye I saw him shake his head vehemently. “She wouldn’t have just run away. Why would she? Things are starting to look up. We have a food supply again. And she was about to be awarded the Chalice of Bravery! That’s never been given to an Omega before. Never. Why would she willingly miss out on that?”“I don’t know,” I whispered, reaching into the pile of mess at the bottom of her otherwise empty wardrobe and pulling out a tatty old sweater. It had been her favourite as a child; it was hideously pink and sparkly, with fluff around the hems, but she’d worn it until it had come apart at the seams.I smiled to myself, but it was a sad, sorrowful smile. “Dad had to sew this up for her,” I murmured, more to myself than to Stephen. “He sewed it
Caleb’s POVPain.Agonising, heart-wrenching, soul-destroying pain.That was the only way I could describe it, and even that didn’t do it justice. One second, I was grinning out at the assembled wolves, a glass of wine that didn’t taste alcoholic at all sloshing in my loose grip, a cheer rising in my throat – and then, boom.I was doubled over, my blood turned to fire in my veins, my heart beating out a rhythm that sent shards of glass slicing through my skin. The scene of the Pack Awards before me swayed and blurred; I slammed my eyelids shut and dug my nails into my thighs, trying to ground myself.“Alpha?”Harley was quick to steady me, hoisting me up and making a quick, flippant joke about me over-indulging on the wine – even though we all knew it hadn’t had a chance to be fermented anywhere near long enough to have that sort of fun effect on me.“I’m fine,” I rasped, struggling to right myself. She steered me away from the crowd, pulling me through the door into the hall and pus
Stephen’s POV‘Excuse me, good sir!’ cried Brian, pointing his paw accusingly at the Alpha. ‘How dare you insinuate such a thing? To claim our mate as your own is treason indeed!’ He huffed. ‘Rhiannon is the Alpha’s mate? Ha! What a load of old poppycock. His mate? His? One gets more experience from years lived than any books or flashy titles, and I have more years under my belt than any of you! Those years have taught me what love looks like – and it is not rugged good looks and bulging muscles, you dallying bastard!’‘Brian!’ I exclaimed. ‘What? He is a dallying bastard! He’s been trying to get his claws in young Rhiannon and her delicious wolf for far too long, and this – this! – is the last straw.’Brian’s anger was a mirror to my own. Held up to my own rage, it doubled it.“Your mate?” I scoffed aloud, trying to snatch my hands out of his grip. My wrists were throbbing concerningly, both of them red-hot and pulsing with pain, and the snapping, grinding sounds coming from them we
Rhiannon’s POVI frowned at Stephen. “Why would this make her run?” I shook my head, then took a deep breath. It didn’t calm me in the slightest.It was damn near impossible to keep it together. I couldn’t believe Caleb had outed us like that, in a fit of rage like some stroppy teenager. But he had, and now we all had to deal with the consequences.Stephen swallowed hard, his gaze flicking away. “You’re right, it wouldn’t.”I kept staring at him. He was hiding something. I tried to force my sluggish brain to work, half of it still back in the living room, sat on the sofa, staring helplessly at the letter from my dad. That hadn’t had a chance to sink in yet, and now I had this to deal with, too. More tears stung my eyes. I blinked them back. I’d let myself fall apart too easily already; I would not be doing it again.“No, Stephen,” I said. “I’m not leaving here with more questions. You know about us, now.” A fact that was making my insides wither up and die a bit. “Let’s get everythi