*Estelle* "What the hell is that?" Gabe's voice pulled me to consciousness. I could feel his arm around my waist as I blinked the sleep from my eyes. I looked over my shoulder at him. "What?" I asked groggily. When he didn't respond, I looked down at where his hand was resting on my side. In the morning light, Gabe could see the bruise on my ribs. The rage that had stolen over his face was truly frightening to behold. "It's not that bad," I said quickly. He looked like he was ready to kill someone. "When I get my hands on–" I rolled onto Gabe's chest and kissed him. The movement surprised him enough to derail his anger. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. "I'm okay," I said softly. "It doesn't even hurt." He kissed me and ran his hand lightly over the bruise. "I will not allow something like this to happen again," he said firmly. I wanted to argue but decided against it. It was nice that he wanted to protect me. "Thank you," I said softl
*Gabe* The relief of having Estelle back was short-lived. I was no closer to finding the person responsible for the rumors about her, and seeing the livid bruise on her side was at the forefront of my mind. It must've been painful. I didn't understand why she insisted that it wasn't. I didn't really understand Estelle at all. For someone who'd fought so hard to leave, she changed her mind so easily. Then again, if the pull she felt was anywhere near as strong as mine, I was impressed she'd resisted it at all. From the moment I caught her scent, I knew that I had to have her. The desire I felt to possess her was a weakness, and if I could overcome it, I would. It would be too easy for an enemy to use her against me. I knew that I was being irrational and that my rage would cause concerns in the pack. But, I still couldn't contain it. There was no going back now, not after last night. I understood now how irrational Val could be about Lucky. I wanted to find the boy that h
*Estelle* I should have spoken up about Isolde a week ago. If I had, Gabe wouldn't have sent me off with her to learn about the responsibilities of being a Luna. I'd wanted to protest, but Gabe was so preoccupied with the upcoming feast that I hadn't wanted to upset him. Things had been strange between us. I'd moved into his room, but it still felt like we barely saw each other. We were still arguing. Gabe was driving me crazy with his insistence on always knowing where I was and who I was with. I'd made an attempt to go out more, as Lucky insisted it would help me feel better and calm the pack's fears about me. It seemed to be working. People waved to me on the streets and I hadn't caught anyone whispering about me recently. As happy as my wolf was to have Gabe nearby, I was finding it difficult. I couldn't completely blame him for his concern. A few nights ago, one of the men on patrol was attacked. Thankfully, he only suffered minor injuries. It seemed the rogue was still p
*Estelle*I was right. He had called for me after, what I could only assume was, a very tense meeting with Charles, only he didn't look angry. He didn't look much of anything, truthfully."Explain to me why you hit Isolde yesterday," Gabe said, rubbing his temples like I was a child he was scolding for the hundredth time. "She said I couldn't be the Luna because I don't know what it means to be part of a family," I said bitterly. I was sitting in the parlor with Gabe. I couldn't look him in the eye. "You broke her nose." "I know," I said. I did not feel bad about hitting her, but I still shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have let her get under my skin and I certainly shouldn't have done it the day before the feast. Gabe and Val had put a lot of work into planning this party to introduce me to the pack and I ruined it by punching Isolde. "Charles is furious," he said. His expression was stony as he stared at me. I stood up and threw my hands in the air. "Then he sho
*Estelle* I managed to hold my tears back until I reached the house. Just when I thought things were getting better, Charles had to go and say something awful like that. It must have been his way of getting revenge for Isolde's broken nose. Part of me wished that I'd punched him too. When I reached the bedroom I lay on the bed and pulled the pillow tightly to my chest. It smelled like Gabe and it helped to calm me a little. I couldn't help but wonder what truth there was to Charles's words. Maybe my mother was a rogue and that's why there'd been no pack to support her when I was born. Or maybe there was something wrong with me? I'd spent most of my life worrying that I was insane; that there was some genetic mental illness lurking inside of me. Maybe it was true. "That bastard." Gabe's voice rumbled in the darkness. I was crying so hard I hadn't even heard him come in. Before I could sit up or try to hide my tears, he sat beside me. "He'll answer for these tears," he said a
*Estelle* The next morning I lay on my side, listening to the water pour out of the shower in the adjoining bathroom. I looked through the window down at the packmates beginning their daily routine when I saw Charles pass by. The water stopped running, and soon after, Gabe opened the door to begin getting dressed. Once again, he had to get an early start. I had no doubt that it was at least partly due to dealing with Charles's outburst from last night. I couldn't work out exactly why those two were a constant presence around Gabe. They seemed to feel entitled to his time and attention. "Why do you put up with Charles and Isolde?" I asked. At first, I thought that he wasn't going to answer me. I would have accepted that. It was a nosey question for me to ask. Gabe buttoned his shirt and sighed. "I owe them a debt," he said. He sat behind me and pulled me into his arms. I relaxed against his chest and held onto his hands. "My father was an Alpha too," he said softly. "O
*Val* I'd been out at the main checkpoint of our territory for hours already. The men had gone over every second of last night's patrol with me numerous times. No one noticed any odd scents or movements during the feast. It wasn't until morning that they discovered anything was off.We'd doubled the patrol since one of the guards was injured, so there shouldn't have been any gaps in security and no way for someone to sneak anywhere near our land. I couldn't make sense of what I was looking at. Blocking the trail we used to drive in and out of town, was a line of newly planted saplings. It would have taken time to plant them and it would have been loud. That wasn't the strangest part. Placed neatly beside the central tree was a large bouquet of white, five-petaled flowers wrapped in a silver, silky material. It looked like an offering of some kind. It was starting to feel like some kind of conspiracy was unfolding. I didn't want to entertain the idea that one of our own could
*Estelle* It had been a few days since the flowers had been discovered in the forest and things had been quiet, but tense since then. Charles and Isolde had been absent from the main house, which was strange to everyone that I'd mentioned it to. There had been no more odd occurrences around the border or incidents in the village. Everything was quiet. In the calm, Gabe hadn't had much to do. Because of that, we'd been spending a lot more time together. My wolf was thrilled at the attention. I'd never felt that part of me so content. It was weird, but in a good way. Gabe had gotten more comfortable touching me without checking to see if we were being watched. I was learning what it took to make him smile and I loved that it was something I could do. I felt like I was getting my first taste of normality since I'd come to the village. It was nice seeing that Gabe's life didn't always have to be tense meetings and arguments. He liked to read, which explained the size of the lib