“Arya! Devin! Xander! We gave you two hours. Time to come out!” my mother calls through the door. I love my family. I love my family. It’s great to see them every time we come here. I love my family. I chant through the mindlink to my mates. I mean, I truly am grateful to the Goddess that I get to see all of my family, my entire pack, along with Isaac and Lacey each time that we visit Xander. But there is only a finite amount of time that we’re here. Yeah, time moves differently in the Goddess realm. For every one hour between dusk and dawn on Earth, we get two. And we don’t get tired or need to eat while we’re here. But it still makes our time here kind of cut short. And this is only the second time that Dev and I have come here. So everything is brand new, not just for us, but for the wolves that we finally get to see again. So, our coming here puts us in high demand. From my parents to the smallest children from my pack, they all want to talk to me. Isaac and L

I wake to the feeling of sparks marking up and down my body, focusing mostly around my cock. I open my eyes and glance down. “Awww, fuck! Citra, baby. That feels so fucking good!” Citra has her beautiful, full plumped lips wrapped around the head of my cock. Her eyes flick up to mine as she slowly lowers further onto my cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder on me. I groan, my hands going to the back of her head. I don’t take control of the blowjob yet, preferring to let her have her fun. I can smell the peppery, tangy scent of her arousal and it makes me wrap my fingers into her hair, my wolf literally purring in my head. Over the last few weeks of Citra’s pregnancy, she’s become increasingly horny, wanting sex at least three times everyday. Not that I’m complaining. My wolf and I are preening at all of the attention that we are getting from our mate. Especially since it seems that her preferred method of foreplay is to suck me off to completion. Again, not comp

1 month later… Finally, the last group of wolves have arrived in our territory. The Meteoric Rise territory. Fuck, I hate that name. I can’t wait to change it tonight. Tonight at Slade’s ascension ceremony, we will also have a ceremony to change our name. Slade and our leadership have kept a tight lid on the name change. Our pack knows that we are changing our name, but they don’t know what it will be. There are just too many opinions and, honestly, ain’t nobody got time for that shit. So, tonight a lot of shit was going to be happening at the ceremony tonight. I will be officially recognized as the luna of this pack with Slade as my alpha, as well as an entirely new beta, gamma, and delta would be inducted and Michael instated as our oracle. And a name change which will change the pack mark on all of us, a mark created by the Goddess. It’s gonna be a long and involved ceremony. Because of that, we’ve decided to wait out introducing Nathan as the Alpha heir to the pack.

“Where are we supposed to meet them again?” Chloe asks me. My mates and I are sitting in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart in some no name town in the middle of Louisiana. The car is nondescript and registered to a straw man company that Hakeem had created so that things we bought and did couldn’t be traced back to us. Apparently the trail ended in an account in the Cayman’s. We’d already eaten the potion-steeped apple from Bella before we left, rendering our DNA unusable tot he Riding Hoods’ location spells. “At that diner across the road. We’ve still got another hour before the meet time.” My voice is tense with anxiety. Today, my mates and I would be join the search for the Riding Hoods. Two days ago, the day after Naomi and Slade’s pack ascension and bonding, they had called the three of us into their office. Asking us to keep what they said quiet from everyone, including Corinda, they proceeded to tell us their theory that someone else was feeding the Riding Hoods informati

We roll up to the diner where we’re meeting Chloe, Casen, and Severn about five minutes before the meet time. I can see them through one of the windows, a waitress setting down drinks. “Thank the Goddess they’re sitting down to eat. When was the last time we had cooked food that didn’t taste like a fucking tin can?” Gregory says, relief evident in his puffing out of his breath. He quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out of the car. I’d laugh at him if I didn’t feel the exact same way. Gregory and I are the two meeting up with the newly formed trio to take them back to our group of trackers. There are about 10 of us in the group. Three can go home now that these three are here. Well, after a day or two of training and debriefing. We walk into the diner, signaling to the waitress that we’re heading over to CCS’s table. I extend my hand out to the one wolf I’d actually met, Case. “Hey, guys. How was the trip?” Clasping my wrist with his hand, we greet each other in the