Before leaving the council meeting last night, we spoke with the leaders of the five packs that would be joining us at the Southern outpost when we moved so that we could figure out who would go first and when. We decided that Chloe, Case, and I would go with the warriors and first wave of construction crew to help set things up for everyone, since we don’t have a pack that we’re in charge of. Technically, I guess that this makes us an alpha, luna, and lune of a nonexistent pack. Weirdest shit ever. We rang in the New Year with two bottles of champagne that Diego, Karamea, and Lily gave us to welcome us to the pack, a soak in the jacuzzi in the back, and some outdoor sex. It was pretty fucking hot. I wake this morning to find myself sandwiched between my two mates. Chloe’s naked back is pressed into my front and Case has his front pressed into my back. I guess this makes me the middle spoon? The pleasurable feeling of sparks all over my body has my cock hard enough to cut

The majority of the morning was spent in meetings with the leadership of Donavon’s pack and the rest of the packs. Seeing as I’m now the beta female, I’m expected to help out. And I have no problem with that. Except that we’re going through the mating period. The leadership has to figure out how to get everyone to the Meteoric Rise territory, who is going to which satellite post, and how exactly we’ll stagger everyone there over the next two weeks. Again, no problem with being there to help out. Except that we’re going through the mating period. The meeting lasts for the whole morning, going into great detail to make sure that everything is ready so that all we have to do is carry out the plan. Some of the betas, lunas, and lunes will be meeting this afternoon to go over how to get everyone there, along with Naomi as the luna of the Meteoric Rise pack and the only member of any leadership that actually knows the territory. Everything is planned down to the most minor detail

Alone in my office, all I can do is hear the three-faced Goddess’s words in my head over and over. “You will be mated to two of Selene’s children, a High Priestess and a Luna in one.” “You will give birth to a change in the world of witches and wolves alike.” “You will help to bring about the death of the Riding Hoods, eventually, though not without much pain.” “Trust yourself and your allies. Look for the traitor. Find the hybrid and nurture his talents.” I know that Marcus has a gift for understanding prophecy. He actually foretold my ascension to High Priestess when I was three years old. The rule is that it has to go to a daughter of the High Priestess or someone of her choosing if she didn’t have a daughter. It never says which daughter it has to be. But Arthur knew that I would be the great protector of my coven and that my gifts would be strongest in all forms of protection. Too bad that those gifts didn’t save my coven. Or my sister. Or Talon. I shake myself out

Celeste is beaten to hell. She’s almost unrecognizable. The only reason I did is because I could feel her power, though it is waning. Flickering with the ebb and flow of her life force. Celeste’s beautiful honey blonde hair is dirty, matted with filth, and hanging limp and stringy from her head. There are no marks on her face, but they cover every inch of skin from her chin down. Large Bruises. Bite marks, both human and animal. Claw marks. Blood caked on her skin, especially between her thighs. Her brown eyes just stare, completely unseeing. Though they continue to spill unceasing tears. She’s obviously been raped and beaten viciously and repeatedly for several days. According to our doctors, she’s also severely dehydrated and they doubt that she’s been fed either. Her feet are bare, cut, and bruised, making it obvious she ran here. She also has a mauled and broken ankle, showing she was chased and nearly caught. She’s not talking. Not responding at all. The magica

The two best days of my life were the days that I found Jenny and Jamal. The two other parts of my soul. I would have never said it to Jenny or anyone else for that matter, but I had known that I was bisexual since I was 13 years old and I saw my best friend David in his baseball pants. There was no denying it when I would have to make quick exits to the bathroom every time he came up to bat or was at my house after a game. At the same time, though, I had a huge crush on his older sister, who was 14 at the time. That summer, puberty hit her hard and she went from a twig to a full-grown she-wolf. Between the two of them, I’m pretty sure that his parents thought that I was lactose intolerant or something with the amount time I spent in their bathroom when I was at his house. But that was forbidden in our pack. Especially with me being the next in line to be delta and David being the beta-to-be. It didn’t matter what I felt for him. Or what he might have felt for me. Even aft