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Clarence’s POV I knew I shouldn’t have blocked the mind link before coming down here. I thought everything was in hand. By the looks of Gilbert, the threat is real and there is no time to waste. There is no sense in running out there without knowing what we are running into, that just leads to mistakes, not something our vampyre friend concerns himself with. Marcel doesn’t hesitate for even a split second before disappearing out of the chamber and back up the tunnel in a blur of black. The cloak he always wears whips about behind him as we stand in awe of his speed. I don’t think any of us have seen him move so fast, he has been holding back in his morning ritual of racing the little ones. “What exactly is happening?” I calmly ask my middle son as we jog up the tunnel and into the house. I know Imelda’s shield will keep rogues out of our territory, but that doesn’t mean the pups won’t accidentally stray across the magical border. “Five rogues are pacing the barrier on the western b
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Evangeline’s POVHalen takes a step backwards and turns his attention to Constance. He looks at her in a way I have never seen before. Disappointment perhaps, a hint of anger, maybe a bit of fear. His brows knit tightly on his forehead and his mouth pulls into a tight line across his face.The smoke from the flowers is thickening and settling in a barely noticeable cloud against the high ceiling. It isn’t going to do any good up there. The stake in my hand is getting heavy and my wrist aches from its physical weight but it’s the mental act of waiting that is consuming my energy.“I did this all for you, my love. To protect you and keep you safe. You do not understand the dangers beyond our gates.” Halen begins his appeal to Constance’s conscience and the love she once had for him. He knows her to be weak, which is not true. She is the strongest woman in this god forsaken place, there is more to strength than brute force. Enduring this sorry excuse of a man for centuries is a testament
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Imelda’s POVThe midnight sky glows orange and the black smoke from Blackledge castle billows into the sky, choking out the silver light of the moon.She did it, they both did. My daughter succeeded where mother and I failed and I could not be more proud of her, of both of them.I can do nothing but watch from my hill top position as they ride away from this cursed place. Lady Constance has been a most unexpected gift. Her allegiance and open mind made this victory possible, she is not like him, her husband. It is clear where Marcel inherited his kind nature and pure heart. She isn’t as unencumbered as her son, there is darkness and pain in her heart, but not because of what she is. Her pain is caused by the curse of another goddess and the missing part of her soul.In their infinite wisdom, the blessed mother and the moon goddess bound a werewolf man and a human woman. I like to think they hoped to unite the races, but who am I to guess at the inner workings of a deity’s mind? Whatev
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Marcel’s POV Warm, clear water laps lazily at my ankles and I hold on to the side of the boat, my legs have only just gotten used to the rocking of the waves and now the soft sand slipping beneath my feet is a welcome reprieve. The midday sun beats down from the heavens and I fall to my knees, soaking myself as the rest of the pack do the same. The two day crossing to the Northern Islands was uneventful for the most part. The pups excitedly chattered of the adventure ahead, none of them having ever left their protected home in Blackledge Woods. Rosie has barely left my side since I found her and her friends hiding from the insurgents, all of them huddled in a shivering mass near the entrance of a cave. I have been rather less excited, I have never travelled more than a few days from home, and it turns out I am not well suited to travelling, particularly by sea if this experience was anything to go by.. The sickness came on suddenly and violently but thankfully the crossing was brief
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Evangeline’s POVTelling Marcel about the circumstances of our departure from Blackledge was difficult for me, the act of taking a life still weighs on my conscience, though not as heavily as it had done at the time. He remained stoic throughout the entire recount. Constance was very succinct, sparing some of the minor details but still holding everyone’s attention with her story.Alpha Clarence, Alpha Ignacious and Luna Lucia were all present, as well as Matteau, who she sat in the arms of the entire time. Tonight has been full of surprises for all of us, some good, others troubling. Constance did not appear as taken aback by the appearance of her lost love as I had anticipated. I, on the other hand, was struck dumb by the sudden appearance of Imelda as Constance and I sought the cover of the woods so that we could make our way to the coast in its relative safety.She appeared out the shadows, her long hair billowing behind her, her scarf loosely wrapped around her neck. She barely l
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Marcel’s POVThe whole time they talked about the threat coming for us and the death of Halen, all I could see inside my mind were the images of what could have happened to her, to my Eva.She is here now, in my arms, the heat of her flesh warms my own and her whimpering gasps as I explore her depths with my hand set my soul alight. She calls it her sacred place and it is a most appropriate name. I would spend forever on my knees, worshipping at her alter, and my life would be well spent.“Mar.. Marcel...” she stutters my name between gasps as my tongue tastes the salty glean on her skin. My knees sink into the loose sand and her fingers glide along my scalp as she takes hold of my hair in fisted fingers.She always does that. Tries to stop me as I lower my head to taste her, but her resolve soon dissolves and rather than trying to keep me at a safe distance she pulls me closer. Her hips rock steadily, her grip tightens on my hair and the fingers buried inside her. My tongue glides be
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Evangeline’s POV At the time I knew we would be heard and in the throes of passion I did not care. Now in the cold light of day I regret not making at least some effort to stifle my moans and pleading for the blessed mother to spare me from the sweet torture of Marcel and his mission to own every part of me, body and soul. The looks from the combined packs aren’t looks of disgust, the men in the pack live for their mates and vice versa, but I make a conscious effort not to walk bow legged as I make my way to the table we sat at last night. The Alphas, the Luna, Imelda, Constance and Matteau are already there and digging into breakfast. I sense Imelda’s approval as Marcel and I approach, hand in hand. Her face gives nothing away but there is a small part of me that is pleased she is content with our coupling. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to have to defend us to anyone but deep down I know it’s because she is my mother and her acceptance means more to me than i ever considered. La
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Marcel’s POVLeaving her with Imelda doesn’t sit right with me, I should be in there to give her comfort and protection. I know Imelda won’t hurt Evangeline, at least not in a physical sense. I’m more concerned about her heart and mind. My Eva tries to hide her softer side, she has been in survival mode since the day we met. Showing no weakness, that is what has kept her whole all these years. Deep down inside I know she cares, the things she has seen have changed her, hardened her exterior and taken away the innocence of youth. In her sleep she cries out for her mother which tears my heart in two, and all I can do us pull her closer and hope that my touch gives her some comfort. After all, it is my blood, my father and his monsters, who killed everyone she has ever loved.Eva will hold her own with Imelda. Of that I have no doubt. She will not show the cracks in her armour to anybody, she rarely lets her mask slip in front of me. It is what she carries inside that concerns me. She ke
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