Every 5-10 chapters , or so I am going back through and double checking my writing for continuity, grammar and any other errors. This is my first ever published work so it and myself are a work in progress.  The more training that I do and the more I go back over my own work, the better I can make it. Feel free to leave constructive comments at the end of each chapter. If you feel more details are needed, or less for that matter I want to know.  I have an outline of the general story, but as these characters grow some of them are starting to change and think differently than I had originally planned.  This is a fun process, that I love learning about. Thank you for going on this journey with me!!   Miss L

Elyse’s POVWe are running through the tunnels to the Blazing River Pack bunker where Tammy’s grandma is helping with rescue and recovery.  As we gain access through the bolted door with our bracelets, the sight that meets me is truly amazing. The bunker is huge, at least as big as the cold cellar we had to pass through to get from the Concordat pack house to the war room.  It’s divided into several sections by shelving units and free standing storage cabinets. As we walk through the door we pass the area designated as the kitchen.  It has 2 industrial size floor to ceiling ovens and 3 stove tops along the farthest wall where vent hoods can take the fumes up and out of the underground bunker. 4 double door refrigerators stand side by side  perpendicular to the ovens creating a wall. Making a line down the center of th

Leah’s’ POV “I’m sorry, did you say you had the means, but only needed guidance?  How did you pay for all of this?” Elder John asks.  The magnitude of realization showing all over his face. “Yes we have the means to handle any projects that we may want to pursue now or in the future.  The neglect our leaders have shown us, we turned into a blessing instead of complaining about it like a curse.  Any more information is o a need-to-know basis and neither of you need to know any more about what we have accomplished, strictly that we have accomplished it.  Now back to the question at hand.  What are you hiding from me?” They both look at each other warily.  I am really tired of this chicken act.  T

Damien’s POVI know it's early or, I guess, late if you can’t sleep.  I have been wracking my brain to figure out what Max could possibly want me for other than being an alpha he can control.  It doesn’t make any sense beyond that.  I also keep thinking of Leah and the last time I saw her.  It feels like forever ago, and Bronwyn’s words are not making the separation any better.  I need her, I know Titan needs Nyx and we need things to stop getting in our way.  I let out a sigh.The packhouse has had a steady beat of footsteps going up and down my hallway.  So either I’m in a frequently used hallway or my guards are marching like sentinels back and forth in front of my door. Which means they are really bored and trying to stay awake or very extreme in their guard duties.

Damien’s POV   [Rewind- 3 years ago continued] We all spread out, everyone focused on their intended target.  As soon as Erik said start, all hell broke loose, and I couldn’t focus on anything but my fight with Leah. She was so fucking fast, she got three body blows in before I remembered I was supposed to be fighting her. It definitely wasn’t like fighting one of the guys.  Her hits didn’t have the same impact, but were enough to change my gait or center of balance. And she was fast. It took me a couple minutes to adjust to her speed, and go on the offense. She matched me blow for blow, and didn’t seem to have a weak point that I could find, yet.  I was able to get a left hook to her rib cage, while I dodged her right punch, I grabbed her right arm and spun her around pinning her right arm behind her and wrapping my other