August ran out of his office so quickly and without an explanation, he was certain Beaux probably thought he was crazy, but the moment his mother’s voice filled his head that he needed to come home, that something was wrong with Mercy, he’d got up and exited as fast as possible, leaving his Beta standing there, calling his name.“Sorry--it’s Mercy,” he said, using the mind-link, as he was almost home. “Catch me up later.” They’d been talking about the new patrol schedule Beaux wanted to put in place to make sure the Omegas were well rested and every patrol had a fair amount of warriors on it. August thought it was a great idea, but he wasn’t about to sit and listen to another word when something was wrong with Mercy.His mom hadn’t said what it was, and she wasn’t responding to his mind-link messages. So… he’d have to find out for himself.He ran through the front door and found Mercy lying on the couch with blood dripping from her ears--both of them this time. His mother had a tissue
August was looking at her like he wasn’t sure what to think of her when Mercy announced that she knew her name. “You do?” he asked, as if he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.She nodded, not sure whether she should continue to think of herself as Mercy or use the name she was certain she’d been given at birth--by someone. She still couldn’t remember if she had parents or not, but she was certain of her name.August cleared his throat. ‘Uh… what is it?”“Mari,” she said quietly. “My name is Mari.”August’s eyebrows knit together, and he exchanged a confused glance with his mother. “Mari?” he repeated. “Are you certain of that?”She nodded. She wasn’t sure of anything else, but she knew that her name was Mari.“If that’s the case, dear,” Isabella said, “why did that cartoon make you so upset?”She shook her head slowly back and forth. “I’m not exactly sure. The girl’s name in the cartoon--Dora--it reminded me of some terrible things that happened to me, but I don’t know
Mari?August was so confused. Why in the world had Rider called her Pandora if her name was Mari? And why did that stupid cartoon make her so upset if Dora wasn’t her name?Like everything else when it came to Mercy, there didn’t seem to be any easy answers, just more mysteries. She was lying on his shoulder, asleep, and he sort of felt like he should pull his arm from beneath her and let her sleep alone, but at the same time, she’d seemed to want him to stay.Or maybe he just wanted him to stay.None of this was adding up, and he really felt like it was time to get some answers. Perhaps he should go over to Black Hole Moon and see what Rider would tell him. Maybe there was someone in that pack who could tell him what he needed to know. A lot of Black Hole Moon members were shady. Perhaps he could bribe one or two of them.Or he could just go get Rider, bring him back here, tie him to a chair, and get the information out of him.August was still imagining how much fun it would be to b
“A memory?” August repeated.Mercy nodded. She could tell by his expression he wasn’t sure what to think about her confession. While she wasn’t sure how she knew that the images she had of being placed inside a dark box were a memory and not a dream, she was certain that that was the case.August cleared his throat. She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. It was late in the afternoon now, and he had stubble along his square jaw and down his throat. The urge to reach up and touch him, to run her thumb along his chin, to feel that stubble bite into her flesh, was overwhelming. How would he react? What if, instead of dragging her thumb along his flesh, it was her lips. Would he recoil in horror, or would he welcome it?As he began to speak, Memory tried to focus her thoughts on his words and not the visions in her mind. “Mercy, did you remember anything else?”She shook her head. “No, not yet. Just that it was dark, damp, and musty. I couldn’t see anything--not after the lid was cl
August had a problem.As the pack Alpha, he was used to having problems. In fact, he usually liked having problems. His ability to reason through a tricky situation and come up with a solution was always something he enjoyed, particularly when he came up with creative solutions that other people may have never considered. Having problems to solve gave him meaning; it gave him purpose.Yet, this problem was not one he was enjoying whatsoever. August needed to figure out a way to deal with this problem without making the entire situation worse.Sitting behind his desk, he tapped a pen against the edge, letting the dull thump of plastic on wood take his mind away from the thoughts that had begun churning days ago and were finally beginning to catch up with him, but the distraction only lasted a few seconds.He couldn’t stop thinking about Mercy.And it wasn’t just her predicament that was weighing on his mind, it was the girl herself.Last night, she’d fallen asleep in his arms, and he
Watching television had not quite worked out for Mercy either time that she had tried it, so she decided to spend her day reading a book. Luna Isabella had recommended something called Little Women to her, which she said was a classic, and so far, Mercy was enjoying it.She’d curled up in the window seat in the bedroom she’d been sleeping in. Outside, fall leaves fluttered from the trees, spreading a blanket of color all over the velvety lawn. Mercy’s eyes kept wandering away from the words, even though she did like the book. Once her eyes strayed from the words, they quickly slipped to August.She’d basically forced him to sleep with her the night before. Well, not sleep with her sleep with her. Even her amnesia didn’t wipe out the understanding of what that meant. But she had trapped him in her bed by falling asleep on his chest. When she’d awoken and he was gone, it had been painful, but understandable. He had work to do.Mercy wondered if she had work to do, too. Did she have duti
“Where did you see her?”August spun his coffee cup back and forth slightly as he attempted to answer his mother’s questions. He’d been back from his run for a few hours. Working in the office after seeing the dark wolf watching him from the shoreline had not worked out well. So, he’d come home, thinking it would do him some good to speak to his mother.So far, he didn’t feel any better about it, though. Isabella was only asking him questions he didn’t want to answer.“She was out by the river, near the place where Mercy was found.”“And she was just standing there? Behind the trees?”He nodded. They’d been over this.“How do you know it was a female?” His mother was also drinking coffee, but her hands weren’t shaking like his were, so she was holding her cup up in front of her mouth taking frequent sips.“I guess I don’t know for sure.” August ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. Why was he so bothered by this? He needed to focus on the positive. There was another wolf
Mercy lay awake in her bed, on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She'd been lying there for hours, thinking about the possibility of falling asleep, and what it would mean once she started to dream.Lately, the only time she slept well was when she was asleep on August's chest. That hadn't been frequent enough. While he had offered to help her any way that he could, it seemed a bit silly for her to ask him to spend the night in her room with her every night. After all, she was a grown woman. And she should be able to fall asleep and have tranquil dreams without having someone with her.Yet, here she was, in the middle of the night, watching the shadows from the trees outside of her window trace across the ceiling, wondering when she would fall asleep, and if she fell asleep, what horrible dreams she might have.Would it be too much to ask him if she could sleep in his bed tonight? Would he think it inappropriate? It was difficult for her to say whether or not August was beginning t