Sara POV•Super Natural studies-91, Final A.•Supernatural History-88, Final B.•World Economics-93, Final A.•Human Werewolf relations-86, Final B.•Cultural Studies-98, Final A. I grin as I reread the list again. I passed all my finals. I get to graduate at the end of this semester. Four years of hard work are over. "What do I do now, Floki. Who is going to hire someone who studies mostly werewolves in college," I ask as I close the screen and look at my cat? He meows, and I laugh. I feel too happy to stress about what my future holds. Everything with Tav is going good, and I have zero studying to do now. "I agree. I should focus on celebrating. Why don't we call, Tav? He was supposed to talk to his mom last night about the dragons. I bet he is up," I reply to my cat before standing up and moving to the kitchen. I grab the bottle of champagne from the fridge and smile. I know nothing about alcohol, but I picked up a bottle when it went on sale just for this occ
AMBER POV rated R "So a siren politely kidnapped your son's mate, and we not only believe her, we are trying to do her a favor," Selene asks in disbelief, and I bite my lip. "I didn't like that part either. Why didn't she just speak with Sara? What was the point in taking her," I ask aloud, and Lucian wraps an arm around my waist? Anniki appears behind Selene in the bowl of tap water, and I take a deep, reassuring breath. "Morning, Anniki. I'm sorry for keeping you two from getting to bed, but this seems to be a time-related thing," I say, greeting the Goddess of night as calmly as I can. Anniki shakes her head at me and folds her arms. Her lips become thin lines as she looks at me, and I glance at Selene before refocusing on Anniki. "Amber, why are you concerning yourself with the dragons," Anniki asks, sounding annoyed, and my defenses immediately pop up. "Because I am allowed to care," I snap back, and Selene shakes her head almost sadly. Anniki was obviously list
OCTAVIUS POV I growl as my stomach twists again. Anxiety is wreaking havoc on my insides, and I have no idea why. I'm not too far behind on paperwork, and everything is running smoothly. Both the pack and my mate are doing good. There is no reason I should feel so nervous that I want to vomit.Tav- Garrett, come to my office.Garrett- On my way. I bought jelly-filled donuts. You have to try these. At the mention of food, my stomach tightens even more, and I force down a gag. What the hell?Beerus- We should call Sara.Octavius- We spoke to her ten minutes ago. She is fine.Beerus- Her father could have upset her.Octavius- Do you think that's what this is? Do you think she is upset?Beerus- We aren't, so it's the only option. Garrett walks in, and my eyes snap towards him instantly. My heart rate is higher than what it should be, and my muscles are tense as if I need to be on guard. "Man, just wait! These put deer to shame," Garrett says, holding up a pink box for me to see
THIRD POV "I wanted the human here, Marina. The Goddess will not listen to a plea from some random human. I wanted her as a bargaining tool. You failed me," Dagahra growls, and Marina flinches before meeting his angry yellow eyes. "I'm not my mother, Dagahra. My abilities are minuscule compared to hers. I was barely able to conceal her scent after placing her under, and he still found me before I fully unlocked her mind. I did manage to give her a compelling dream, though, and I saw the majority of her memories. You never know... the Goddess Selene has made many mistakes in the past. She might be easily swayed by heartfelt begging," Marina says with hope in her voice, and the dragon in front of her roars. His large blue wings unfold and flap to express his annoyance with her ill-thought plan. "If you continue to refuse to get your hands dirty, my dear, I will be forced to act. Your people are powerful in magic but weak when it comes to your bodies. So let me remind you...you
SARA POV "Mom, why are you crying," I ask as I touch my mother's trembling back. She is leaning against the counter in the kitchen like she usually does when she is sad. Her long black hair is covering her face from view, but I know she has tears on her cheeks.She doesn't answer me, so I try again. "Mom," I ask as I grab her green blouse? Her sobs only get louder, and sadness fills me. Dad must have hurt her feelings again. He is such a jerk. He never keeps his promises, and he always breaks mom's heart. I wish he were a better husband. Mom deserves love. "Can you hear me? I'm right here, mom. Please don't cry. It will be okay," I say, but she still doesn't respond. As I start to grow desperate, the scene changes. The walls around me shift from cream to white, and the hardwood floors transform into tile. A man in bloody scrubs takes mom's spot in front of me. He stares at me with sad eyes, and my heart feels as if it is ripping as he goes to open his mouth. "I'm sorr
SARA POV "Are you feeling okay," Jannah asks as she pins a chunk of my hair. I glance at her in the mirror, and she offers me a sad smile. "I'm fine. I'm still processing it. I feel almost numb now," I admit, and I see Jannah nod. I drop my gaze back down to my hands and hold back my sigh. I want to scream and cry, but I am holding myself together. Jannah worked hard on my makeup, and I want to look put together for my mother's side of the family. "Thank you for the makeover," I whisper, and Jannah drops a hand to my shoulder. I keep my eyes down, and she gives me a gentle squeeze. "Don't mention it," she whispers back, and the room falls quiet again. My mind wanders back to what I chose for my mother's funeral, and my stomach twists. Octavius paid for everything, and I did not spare any expense. I chose the best of the best due to guilt from how I left things with my mom, and now I feel guilty about spending my mate's money. Octavius made the process as e
SARA POV Death isn't something I have pondered often in my life. My grandparents passed before I was old enough to remember them, and my parents never allowed me to have a pet. I have never experienced death. I haven't even thought about what it would be like to die. But as I watch the machine lower my mother's coffin, my mind tries to imagine my life ending. Does your brain activity stop? Is it like falling into a deep sleep and never waking up? Is there a heaven? The werewolves have a Goddess, but who do humans have? Would anyone remember me after if I died tomorrow? "Sara," Octavius says softly, and my puffy eyes flicker to his concerned face. He stares at me for a second before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the waiting car. My feet act on their own as they follow Octavius's lead, and my mind wanders back to the past few hours of my life. The ceremony was beautiful, and the pastor said all the right words. I cried through most of the service, but somehow I m
OCTAVIUS POV "Millie, I am sure she will enjoy the ice cream," I repeat as calmly as I can. My nerves are shot, and all I want to do is comfort my mate. But Millie just won't stop. It's getting ridiculous, but I know the old Omega is only trying to please. If it were any other day, I would have more patience, but not today, not after watching Sara mourn. I have never seen anyone cry as much as she did today. With each tear, my heart broke more and more for her. Every second of the service felt like hell. "Good. I want our Luna to be as comfortable as possible during this time, Alpha. I remember how I felt when I lost my mother. The grief never really disappears," Millie says as she hands me a water bottle. I look at the bottle curiously, and Millie gives me a sad smile. "I imagine she cried quite a bit. She is probably dehydrated," Millie explains, and a wave of gratefulness erases my irritation. "Fuck. Thank you, Millie. I didn't even consider that. She probabl