Lovelies! I just want to take this time to thank all my constant cheerleaders, the wolf-witches! Thank you for your all your support, but most importantly, your friendship! Lovelots! KT
Cillian Engulfed with emotions brought by witnessing the beginning of Kayleigh shifting into her wolf, watching her unleash her Alpha Luna essence on our adversaries, and experiencing the sensations brought by tethering our past, present, and future as fated mates, I stare into Kayleigh’s once ocean blues now turned crimson reds. The blazing eyes of an Alpha Luna. The windows to my fated mate’s soul. Two orbs that can captivate and disable me just with a single stare. “My mate, my Alpha!” Hearing her stake her claim on me awakens every carnal nerve in my body. “My mate, my Luna!” I proclaim, hoping she hears the eagerness in my voice to take her home, finish this mating bond, and give her the mating mark. I’ve known that this moment will be emotional for her, but I wasn’t expecting to feel these overwhelming sensations myself. The exact emotions are hard to describe, but they’re akin to falling in love, to coming home after being lost for so long, or to holding someone
More cough. More blood. It could only mean that the internal bleeding is getting worse. I was hoping that the barrier would be fully lifted by now so I can get this weapon out of my body and heal. “No, no, no! You’re hurt.” Kayleigh runs to me before I can make it to where she was standing. “Baby, I’m okay. Calm down. How are you feeling?” I open my arms but she doesn’t come near, probably worried that she’d push the silver knife deeper. “That is my dagger… it’s laced with poison…” she points out. Kayleigh cups her mouth and stands frozen, holding her sobs in. I knew that. The mountain ash and wolfsbane mixture was meant to kill werewolves that attack her. My heart twists in ache. Watching her cry burns my chest with a need to wipe her tears away. I move my hand to grip the back of her neck and pull her close to me. “My love, don’t cry. Is our baby okay?” With my hand splayed across her jaw, I use my thumb to dab the tears falling down her cheek. “I think so. Cillian
Kayleigh No. No. No. “Cillian… Kill… D-don’t leave m-me…” I whisper in between my sobs while I cradle his head as it rests on my lap. I drop feather kisses on his face the way he used to when he’s trying to woo me. My lips feel warmth starting to dissipate from his skin while I leave a trail of kisses, stamping his face with mixed tears, blood, snot, and even saliva. It doesn’t matter because I know that Cillian wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s hard to breathe and speak in between my cries. I don’t even know what to say, anyway. There’s so much stuff going on in my head and I’m having a hard time sorting out what I want to say and do. My wolf is here, I just need to let it surface so I can maybe, maybe, heal Cillian. But how? How do I call my wolf to come forward? “S-s-somebody help him! H-help us!” My shoulders sag from feeling hopeless and desperate. Cillian’s wound --- I know it’s lethal, but he’s an Alpha. Even without his full aura, his body will process
Andrei What a fucking mess. I’m still trying to recover from the debacle that unfolded. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Cillian’s life is hanging on the brink of death. Fuck. Did I do this? Did my actions set this whole thing in motion? What is this heavy weight I feel on my chest? Could it be... guilt? It happened so fast. I moved Kayleigh out of the Beta’s line of sight as soon as I saw the traitor pick up the dagger and gear to hurl the weapon forward. But even if I didn’t make it in time to protect Kayleigh, Cillian made sure she was going to be unharmed, anyway. He caught the weapons midway. One with his hand and another with his body. Is there anything this guy can’t do to look heroic? Who would’ve thought that the concoction burnished on Kayleigh’s knife intended for the enemy is what would cause serious injury to her fated mate? Cillian sure has a flare for the dramatics. The guy could have just yielded to his coma without stir
Andrei “What? I tell nothing but the truth,” Bash shams sincerity of concern, even though it’s obvious that he’s just saying things to irk me by riling up Juliana. “That’s from another lifetime. We’re past that.” I bite back a snarl. We discontinue our conversation to gaze at the two-arguing she-wolves, Kayleigh and Reagan. Gio steps in between the two women dear to him and hauls his wife away from his godsister. I’m so glad I’m not in that situation right now. My heart crumples watching Kayleigh in agony. I’ve never seen her this unstable. Kayleigh has been slating everyone around her, trying to find someone to be mad at, someone to blame. And it seems like she’s got her sights set on me. “Andrei! You need to help Cillian. You can heal him.” Kayleigh whisper-yells. “With a weak Alpha aura, it’s not gonna work.” I run my palm down my face. Juliana tries to pull away from me but I tighten my arm around her body, pressing her harder
Kayleigh Andrei is right. As soon as my wolf merged with my human form, I instantly knew what to do. It’s as if another brain was added to my head that I suddenly attained a new dimension of thinking. Not wanting to waste any minute, I rush to Cillian and immediately sink my fangs on his skin. Three bites to surround the stabbed part of his chest. In each bite, I release the Alpha Luna venom, a substance from my essence that can either kill or heal depending on what I will it to be. In this instance, it’s for the latter… it’s to rid the toxins from Cillian’s body and heal him. Bring him back to consciousness. Bring him back to me. I wait. But nothing happens. “The barrier is lifted!” Someone yells with an obvious edge of hope in her voice. I repeat puncturing my mate’s chest with more bites. Closer to the stabbed wound this time. Again, three bites bearing my venom. **Cillian, my love… Cillian… wake up. ** I
Kayleigh One Week Later… It’s been exactly six days since the tragic night of the Moon Festival. Six painful sunrises that remind Wolf-bloods of the night they lost friends and family members. Six unbearable sunsets that mothers and fathers never got to embrace the children they lost in the wolf-war. Tonight makes six heart-crushing evenings of waiting for mates who will never come home again. It’s Friday at dusk. Instead of the casual bonfire at the back of the O’Ryan manor, we are somewhere in the outskirts of Missouri, in a memorial cemetery reserved privately for Wolf-bloods. The Blue Blood Pack members are gathered here for the funeral ceremony in honor of their loved ones who have passed on. As if the there’s not enough nails traipsing my heart to pieces, someone turns the sound system and puts on, what I think is, the most melancholic song, at least for the moment. You are my sunshine… My only sunshine… You make me happy… When skies are gray… I didn’t ne
Kayleigh “Kayleigh, I’m sorry. I know what I did wasn’t ideal, but we’re here now. Will you please stop being mad?” Andrei breaks me out of my trance and literally stops me from a self-induced panic attack. “Okay,” I say, softening my tone. “But you’re still mad.” “Andrei, truly, I’m not mad. Okay? But I can’t talk about this right now. It still hurts too much, and frankly, it still… gives me anxiety.” I swallow the lump in my throat that formed from subduing my tears. “Well, when do you want to talk about it? Because I’m tired of walking on eggshells. We’ve been skirting around this conversation for several days. Why am I being punished for my heroic actions? Pray do tell.” “Oh, Goddess. Heroic actions? Really?” I roll my eyes, almost blurting in a laugh. He’s not the only one who calls what he did, “heroic.” In retrospect, I guess, you can call it that. I just really have a hard time accepting his gruesome solution to