I wake up the next morning feeling sated and content.  I roll over to lay across Ansel's chest. He wraps his arms around me, and hums with satisfaction.  I check the clock, it is almost noon. We should really get up and get back to the library. We have a lot of research to do... I stretch, and sigh, before I stand up. Apparently sex was the cure for my shyness, because I no longer care if Ansel sees my body.  I find some clothes, and I start to get dressed when someone knocks on the door.  I freeze, my heart hammering, the door slowly opens to show Micheal on the other side. I sigh in relief, it was the bathroom door not the bedroom door... "Good morning Love birds." Micheal says with a smile. "We are just getting ready, shall we get some food and head back to the library?"  "Oh god... You heard us?" I ask, embarrased. Micheal chuckles "No," He starts, then adds "but its not hard to guess what y

I wake up in my new body. I am laying on the floor, Micheal and Annie are kneeling over me, looks of consern on their face's.  They help me up, but I can tell that my new looks are unnerving for them. They aren't sure if I am still me. They ask me a few questions, ones that only we would know the answers to. Of course since I am me I answer these questions with ease.  Ansel joins us in his room, as we are talking, deciding what my name will be...Paula, when suddenly the smell hits me. I freeze, turn towards the smell... It can only be one thing... I rush out the door, following the smell through their pack house until I find myself the basement laundry room.  I hear Annie asking me if I am okay, but I can't bring myself to answer. I must find where he is.  I follow the smell behind one of the dryers. Annie helps me open the loose panel we find there. inside... there is what looks like a pile of old blanke

Paula found her Amore. I am so happy for her, because I know that she has been activly searching for her soulmate for years... But this... This is not what any of us expected. Tom, as we have decided to call him until such time as we can find out his real name... Tom has been living here as a part of Ansel's pack for TEN years any no one knew. To give someone the title of Omega in today's world is simply unthinkable. Whoever is responsible would surely be put to death if the council of elders was to find out about it. In fact... Now that I think of it...I take out one of the burner phone's we bought, I text my personal code word to Ri'elle, so he will know that it is me texting.ME<I need you to get the council here ASAP> Ri'elle <Okay... can you tell me why? or what should I tell them?>ME <Make something up. Urgent. Think Mr. Scratch from criminal minds."We watched that show together, so I am hopin

Once we are all ready we decide now is the best time to make a big show of Tom and Paula being Amore's. We had gotten so busy with planning out defences that we didn't have time to make them known to the pack. Instead we kept him with at least one of us at all times, making sure that we never let him be seen by Chad or his mate. This was easy since those two avoided us at all cost, and everyone else just assumed that he was a part of our group. So today is the perfect day to make our stand. We are rather intimitating, dressed as we are for battle. The five of us decide to spend the day out in the pack, taking our meals with the pack, walking around the main square, and makeing sure that we are seen by as many people as possible. Nothing much happens until lunch time. Most people are just ignoring us, but then when we sit down for lunch... We sit with a group of warriors and their families. This is when Chad enters the room, with An

"Ri'elle, what do we need in order to break the blood spell on the Alpha here?" I ask, getting straight to business. I know that they all have questions about my passing out, my sudden willingness to take up the role of the queen, but all of that will have to wait. I focus all of my attention on Ri'elle, everyone else understands what I am trying to do and follows suit.  "Well, we will need at least 2 witches, Annie you don't count. Sorry, I don't mean to sound harsh, but we need witches with enough experience to do this. Undoing blood magic is not the same at finding an antidote for a poison, or washing a curse away... Blood magic is more like a net, woven around the soul. We have to cut the ties that bind, it we miss even one, its like leaving a window open for the witch to or any witch who knows how to regain the control over him." Ri'elle looks over at me and asks me to explain again exactly that happened when the witch went into the pack house with the Alph