* * * Eve’s POV * * * Harrison’s Jessica’s mate: I didn’t see it coming. I forget she’s 16 years older than me, at 35. Or 15 years? I don't know when her birthday is. Harrison will have been 18 when Nellie gave birth to Max, which means he’s around 41 years old. I don’t want to lose Jessica, she has become one of my best friends, and I rely on her a little too much. But I’m over the moon that she has finally found her mate. How will Harrison feel about it? Lycans choose their mates, and he has just found out that the woman he has spent his life loving is dead. “Hi. I’m Harrison; I’m guessing you are the head trainer, Jessica,” Harrison says politely as he introduces himself.“Don’t you feel the pull? Do you feel the bond?” Jessica asks him, beginning to look worried. “I feel something, but Lycans don’t feel the mate bond. Please sit with us for lunch, and then perhaps we can spend some time together if you wish?” He answers her.“Why would I be fated to somebody who can’t feel the
* * * Eve’s POV * * * Harrison has spent almost 40 hours in the Hospital, being subjected to various tests. Luckily, there are no signs of ill effects. Jessica has barely left his side, too afraid that he may do something else that’s idiotic. The Doctors and Nurses have also scolded him, much to his amusement. He laughs when they stutter and excuse themselves when they find out he’s the Lycan king.Yesterday, once they were sure that he was OK, they took observations and his height and weight to figure out the dose of Wolfsbane he will need. The council members have visited to ask if he wishes to postpone, which he vehemently declines. I can’t help but wonder why the Moon Goddess chose now to speak to Harrison; perhaps she’s worried that he will reject his second chance at happiness. I try to picture her job's difficulty, watching over the hundreds and thousands of wolves worldwide. It must be difficult to match two souls at birth without knowing what will come their way. Two souls
* * * Eve’s POV * * * * * Six Months Later * * The New Moon pack has grown tremendously. It’s become its own town in the countryside. Amid the chattering trees, amid the cheer of laughing meadows, lives the country town. The country town is a hug of houses amid green pastures. In this expanse of green, there are more hues than anyone has ever named, yet here they are for any eye to see. The land rolls as it always has, as if it feels that time and space are one thing, that it moves through the ages as much as to the horizon. Over it is laid a path that branches through the open landscape, and as I begin to walk, there is a frisson of joy for all the choices to come, each one laden with discoveries. The pack has managed to build this town without imposing on the natural beauty of the countryside. There is a structure to the streets and buildings that house our hundreds of members. We were about to start work on the old derelict Blood Eclipse pack. However, its members have all begge
* * * Eve’s POV * * * Life has been strangely quiet and peaceful over the last two weeks. The most noteworthy events are the birth of Becca’s and Damian’s pups and the upcoming rugby match. It’s been a blissful slice of heaven, and I can certainly get used to it. Max has asked to take me on a first date, something that he has been unable to do with all the craziness that has happened. You’ve surely seen those photographs where the background is blurred, and the only part in focus is the person pictured. That’s him on our first date. Every other detail of the place blurs as every part of me focuses on every aspect of him. All I remember about the date is how much I feel loved by him and how much I love him. I’ve woken up this morning to find Max has already gone to the office to meet with Paul before our departure. When I reach for him, I find a piece of paper folded on his pillow. I now sit drinking my coffee, holding that same piece of paper. Rereading the poem, he has written to
* * * Eve’s POV * * * There are an infinite number of ways to be a man, as I suppose there are an endless number of ways to be a woman. For all, personality traits exist in both. Yet this man in front of me has both empathy and a very masculine form of strength and love. He’s divine. I don’t know how else to say it. But it has been so effortless to fall in love with every part of who he is, and there’s no reverse gear. I’m hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him, and I thank my lucky stars every day that the Moon Goddess blessed me with his soul and this bond. Whatever the decision I have to make, my answer will always be him. I know within my core that my life will feel empty without him and choosing a life without him will never be a possibility. I hope the Moon Goddess understands this. ‘Mother knows how precious the bond is; she created it. And she would never ask you to choose’, Cora tells me firmly. ‘I agree; I just wish she would share her full vision with me and tell
* * * Max’s POV * * * I finally have somewhere where I’m wanted and where I belong. I’ve craved this since childhood, a family who care for me. My mother had been a fantastic friend and mother to me, but I had always wanted an extended family: the gatherings, the banter and the ups and downs. Seeing the two packs come together to share good times reaffirms that I’ve made the right choice in the direction I want to take. It’s proof that there can be peace between different packs and races.The younger members of the Lycan Kingdom have flocked to the wizards, eager to learn more about magic and wondering if it’s something they may be able to learn. They are a little disappointed to find out that you have to have wizard blood to perform magic. Keith and Joe are good sports and entertain the young with various tricks and spells. Their group has fallen quiet, and I suspect they are up to something. “Max, could you come with me? I have people who want to meet you,” my Glamma asks me afte
* * * Eve’s POV * * ** * * Three Weeks Later * * * The last three weeks have passed in a blur; sometimes, it feels like you will miss out on life if you blink. Becca and Damian have lost themselves in a sleep-deprived state, so we babysat for a few nights to allow them to sleep. I have no idea how they do it. The babies are not in sync at all; they take it in turns to wake and cry. Efficiently tag-teaming against us. But they’re so adorable and watching Max coo and sing to them hurts my ovaries. In a good way, of course. There’s something so special about watching a big man dote upon babies that makes him instantly more attractive and desirable. Every time I watch him with the babies, I fall more in love with him and indescribably desire to have him. When Becca and Damian collect the babies, I pounce. At first, it had caught him by surprise, but once he realises how much I crave him after seeing him with them, he volunteers for more babysitting duties. Our days have been spent sor
* * * Eve’s POV * * * “Bobby, is that you?” My grandmother asks as she steps forwards.“Older, wiser and more handsome. But yes, I’m Bobby Coulson. Although people tend to call me Robert these days,” a man speaks.I watch, fascinated, as my grandmother runs forward and throws herself into the arms of this man standing before me. “Are the rest of the pack here?” She asks him. “I’m afraid not. We were travelling back to our ancestral home and made a stop here. This is the Sea View pack; they were kind enough to offer us shelter after we had fled. I met my mate here and decided to stay; the others continued travelling. Some met their mate and went to their pack; others joined the pack at our ancestral home,” Bobby answers.“It’s so good to see you. How many made it out? Do you think they are all still there?” My grandmother asks in wonder.“I have everyone’s numbers. After the attack, we sent a small group to where we had been living. Everyone chose to come to France; we thought we had