* * * Eve’s POV * * *I’m still in shock that Max has put the fate of his pack in my hands. But it doesn’t sit right for me. After living in the Mountain View pack and seeing how Charles had run the pack, I don’t believe in a dictatorship. Not for something like this, this will affect so many people’s lives. I tell him that it should be the New Moon pack that should decide and that we should have a pack meeting and put it to a vote. And now here we are, awaiting his pack to arrive. There will be the remaining 38 members arriving within the next two hours. What impresses me is the fact that he doesn’t order them to come. He and Damian simply put out a group message informing them that a lot has happened, and they need an urgent pack meeting, here at the Mountain View pack. All his pack had responded that they will drop what they are doing, some will be here within the hour. Others within two hours. His pack respects him, and I’m fascinated that he’s never had to use an Alpha command,

* * * Eve’s POV * * *“I Evelyn Rose Jones, denounce the Mountain View pack as my pack and pledge my allegiance to the New Moon pack. I promise to serve my Alpha and pack to the best of my abilities, putting the needs of the pack above my own,” I promise as I Natalie my palm and take my pledge. Of course nothing happens when I denounce the Mountain View pack, because I was never pledged here. However, as I finish my vows, I feel a band loosening around my mind as the awareness of the New Moon pack members enters my mind.‘Thank you, my mate’. A voice speaks to me.‘Max?’‘Of course. You did amazingly well. Thank you for being first’, he says. ‘Not a problem,’ I reply as I take a seat and prepare to patiently wait for them to pledge the Mountain View pack into the New MoonPack. I don’t know what I had been expecting, but after observing the first fifty members pledging, it’s become rather tedious and boring. I feel bad for Max, Damian, and Jasper. Having to continuously repeat thems

* * * Eve’s POV * * *This is the first time in so many years that I’ve gone to bed with hope in my heart. My world has changed dramatically in such a short space of time and now we are blessed to be able to change the world of those here in the new New Moon pack. Here, with my mate, I will begin the Moon Goddess’s work. First, I must heal, train to become strong, rebuild this pack and make allies. I fall asleep quickly. A deep and dreamless sleep, probably due to a combination of the last couple of days' events, lack of sleep and the extremely soft and comfy mattress I’m laid on. I’m startled awake by the sound of tormented screams. I race from my bed to find the sound coming from Max’s room. I open the door to find he’s thrashing in bed, eyes closed and screaming. I try to rush forwards to soothe him, but Cora stops my movement. ‘Stop, you can’t startle him awake, he could lash out’. She tells me. While Cora is speaking to me, the sound of the front door being kicked down reaches

* * * Eve’s POV * * *It’s been two weeks since Max has taken over as Alpha and the New Moon pack has been reborn, and while things are far from perfect, life in this pack has drastically improved for everyone. There’s a clear training program in place for all wolves. The classes are arranged according to their abilities. Even the she-wolves and pups over the age of eight are training, it’s clear to see they find it empowering and uplifting.I’m only allowed to train with Max, Damian, and Jasper. While we don’t believe any of the pack mean any harm, nobody wants to take the chance. With their tuition and Cora’s abilities, I’m becoming stronger. I can feel the healthy weight I have gained from proper nutrition and safe training. There’s been a ridiculous number of volunteers to help build the boundary wall around the perimeter and building work has been going on non-stop day and night. Due to the sheer volume of people working, we’ve already built half of the 12-foot wall. Jasper has

* * * Max’s POV * * *We’re about to leave the sisters with a lot of work to be done. Combining two spells to make a new one is apparently tricky and dangerous work. The slightest wrong wording within the incantation or using the wrong herb or plant can lead to disastrous effects. They have asked that they be left undisturbed and have given me specific times for their meals to be delivered to them and advised us that we won’t hear from them until it has been completed. We are being ushered out of the house when a thought strikes me, “Where is your other companion? I haven’t seen her since you arrived and pledged into the pack.” I ask Mags.The three of them laugh, “She’s an old hermit and old habits die hard. She’s still scared of being around wolves. Give her time,” Mags answers me.“I’m NOT a hermit, and I’m not scared, and who are you calling old? You’re 30 years older than me,” a voice snaps in the back room. The tone is sharp, but there is humour hidden within it. “Well come and