Hi everyone. Sorry about the delay in uploads. It's been a nightmare of a weekend. I hope you enjoyed todays chapter. VB xx
Gabriel’s POVBetween Uriel’s bullshit antics in no mans land and the landslide of shite threatening to bury us all, I’m silently relieved my Alphas agreed that there is no need to keep diving into the past or looking too deeply into the visions our Luna has. What she and Esme know can be dealt with when the imminent danger is put to bed.I’m grateful to have the advantage her visions give us, but that advantage is soon neutralised by the stress involved in dissecting each and every detail. So, for now, the Luna, Esme, Marcel and Hunter, will be at the centre of operations, they will delegate to the rest of us, only giving us the information pertinent to our objectives. I like this plan, it’s less messy, to the point and means we will be out in the field where we thrive, rather than stuck in the study talking shit to death.It pains me to admit, Uriel has a point about the new recruits and what happened this morning. He could have handled it differently, but the point is the same. The
Liberty’s POVEvents have taken an unexpected turn over the last few days.With her deep understanding of the pack dynamics, a Luna typically plays an essential role in keeping her pack connected. She brings important issues to light to ensure a healthy and harmonious environment for all pack members. She serves as a comforting and supportive presence who is always available to listen. It was a role my mother excelled in, and I had hoped to be able to learn how to best help my new pack.My role has evolved into something more like a Clairvoyant War General, and one long wall of my office reflects that. Oh yeah, I have an office now. Well, I call it an office but it’s more like Christian and Zander’s study, only with a feminine touch.There are half a dozen rolling white boards filled with bullet points of what each of the four of us know, maps of our territory and the surrounding pack lands to help us plan out strategic moves and visualise what takes place, where and when. Post-it's w
Zander’s POVEsme and Marcel have made themselves right at home since their arrival. I’m glad they are here, for Liberty’s sake, but I miss the little bubble we used to occupy, just the three of us. The recent changes around here have triggered an immensely positive and unexpected outcome, Liberty has gained the ability to express herself with poise and confidence. She now stands her ground assertively and voices her opinions forcefully, just like a true Luna. This entire experience has been a real transformation for her, and it has opened her eyes to the fact that her gifts are just that, not something to hide from or fear.When she commanded the rogues Uriel and Gabe caught to shift, I felt her power, as did everyone in the pack. It wasn't a command, more like she was drawing on something within us all. Rather than making us weaker, as one might expect, I felt invigorated.The rogues have not been forthcoming, and we have tried almost every method available to us to get them to talk
Doctor Wood’s POVOur Luna is nothing short of a medical miracle.She has been poisoned with silver and drugged with wolfsbane for the last four years. Endured beatings, that would bring a grown man crumpling to his knees, for almost a decade. She has witnessed the most atrocious acts of depravity, yet she remains a bright and beaming beacon of hope for us all.There is no conceivable way any typical werewolf could survive such a history of physical and mental abuse and neglect, never mind coming out the other end remarkably unscathed. Of course her time as Kendrick’s captive has had it effects, but by rights she should be dead. We can work on her body and her mind, help her heal and become whole again, but there is something I just couldn’t fathom for the life of me.How?How did she survive? Yes, she is Celestial, and they are known to be the closest descendants of the Moon Goddess, but that cannot mean they have godlike immortality, if that were the case, her pack would not have b
Liberty’s POVWith a few deft strokes, I carefully wipe away the cold, sticky gel from my tummy and quickly adjust my shirt and jeans, all the while taking one last glance at the beautiful image that is now frozen on the monitor. Doctor Wood gently hands me a long strip of printed pictures and I become only vaguely aware of Christian and Zander guiding me back towards the Doctor's office, my mind full of wonder and apprehension as I take in this miraculous moment.There is no denying it now, twins, we are having twins! I wish I could say that I am overjoyed about the news but to be honest, I am feeling a bit numb. After spending this last week preparing myself for the worst, like being told that everything was in my head or that I couldn't have pups at all, it's hard to fully take in this momentous news and feel the pure joy a mother is surely meant to experience.It's truly becoming a reality, which means my vision of the woman feeding from Marcel could potentially be me in the futur
Gabriel’s POV“I’m headed to The Rocks. I wouldn’t put it past Kendrick to consider this storm an advantage and attempt a beachfront assault. How is it going with you guys? Have you got the outliers to the high street and pack house?” Zander links me as he makes his way towards the rocky outcropping, where a hand-picked group of my men, along with a select few from The Old Guard, are keeping vigilant watch. Often times, experience and wisdom triumph over youth and enthusiasm, and the members of The Old Guard have an immense amount of both, that cannot be denied.“Uriel and Chris are running the last two groups back to the pack house now, we are almost done securing the properties then I’ll head over to you. This storm is no joke, I see now why the Luna has been so adamant about preparing for it.” I quickly fill him in on our progress, despite the fact that I'm utterly drenched from the torrential rain. I desperately wipe my face with a soaked hand, but it does nothing to stem the tide
Zander’s POV My skin feels stretched and tight, and it stings and burns with the pricks of a million needles that seem to painfully ripple all over my body. This must be what death by a thousand cuts feels like. The metallic taste of blood coats my mouth and tongue like I've taken an almighty punch to the face. Nothing is clear, no sound, no light, just a hollow darkness that creeps ever closer, menacingly enveloping me in its eerie embrace. I'm aware of an invisible force that is tugging on me, coaxing me to open my eyes, to feel something other than pain and dispair. The sensation intensifies with every passing moment, radiating up my spine and yet I remain powerless to respond to its call. The thick, heavy blanket of darkness that surrounds me won't let go of its hold on me, and something tells me that I'm not going to be able to break free any time soon. I can't see anything, but I don't need to. The feeling of the pull is enough for me, it's a familiar sensation, comforting, li
Christian’s POVI feel like I’m in the middle of the world’s most relentless clusterfuck. In the last twenty four hours my brother has died and been brought back with the help of vampyre blood, the biggest and most ferocious storm in at least three generations threatens to tear our pack lands apart, and Liberty, Zander and I have been told that we are to be the parents of twins, but not just any twins, no, possibly hybirds. I have absolutely nothing against hybrids, but we aren’t talking wolf/witch or wolf/human hybrids, no fucking chance. The Goddess certainly likes to push the boundaries with how much three people can take, our pups could be vampire hybrids. What the fuck do we know about wolf/vampire hybrids? I’ll tell you. Jack shit, and that is what has been going through my head ever since Doc Wood uttered the ‘H’ word.There is nothing we can do about the storm, we have been preparing for over a week, the entire pack is hunkered down in the safest places they can be. All we can