Saraya seemed to have gone into some kind of trance. Her irises glowed white and her chest heaved as she breathed audibly. I went to stand in front of her studying her beautiful face and watched as her face changed with an array of expressions. I heard her whisper my name so lovingly and I couldn't stand the suspense. Reaching out to her, I placed an open palm over her forehead, shut my eyes and merged my mind with hers. My heart slammed into the wall of my chest when I saw her memories, playing like a movie – our movie. I understood the parade of emotions then. It felt surreal to watch the first time I saw her when we first had sex and how intense it felt. Hearing her use a collective pronoun for her and me, was the beginning of a love so profound I could not let go. When it got to the part where we both faced off with guidance, I scented her blood – fresh blood and my eyes flicked open. Blood was dripping from her nose and she started to shake visibly. Understanding it was getti

Something was happening and I had no clue what it was. I felt the supportive power the instant I began to fall apart – like my sparing memories disintegrating into grains of sand. I felt the pull the first time Dane made me shapeshift but then I thought it must be his magic coursing through me. I thought the whimper in my ears was mine. But now we were not having sex. And I heard the same thing. Someone or something was merging their powers with mine to help me and that I suspect was the reason I was able to pull the stunt I just did. That, plus Dane and the guardians’ help. That, someone, had called into my head, urging me to embrace my primal powers which had aided Dane in stopping my death. And whoever it was was in danger and I trust my Lycan to find them. We dug through the earth assuming our ethereal forms. I recalled the first time I tapped into the power, my mother had grabbed onto me before I disappeared and had been forced to follow me. I recalled what we were able t

I tried, heavens knew, I was trying to keep calm. I almost lost her again. So soon after I found her. I couldn't believe it. It usually took about ten to eleven moons, before she was taken from me, except for that one time she had a stillborn. It was obvious something was different this time. The way and manner she kept getting her memories back were one. And she was persistently defying the powers behind the curse and I am almost certain Isidora could feel it wherever she must be. Perhaps she had decided to play it differently this time. And I could not be more glad that I had decided to let Saraya embrace her powers as my mate. If not, I would be here now alone, planning to go look for her again. My entire form trembled when I felt her fur change to smooth skin. I didn't bother opening my eyes before lifting her up into my arms, holding her tightly to my naked chest, I carried her to the bed. Cuddling on the massive mattress with her, my body engulfed her naked one. "I was

Considering the situation on ground, and with a house full of Lycans, I had no intention of having sex with Saraya when we went up to the room but then I wasn't surprised we still did. She always had a way of getting to me and one would think after decades together our passion would have simmered down but every time I fucked her it felt like the first time. I figured a few of the reasons was her passionate nature, the fact that she was incredibly beautiful and has a hot body and then there was the magical effect of being mated. Or perhaps it was her loving nature and the incredulity of her loving a creature like me that always got me intoxicated and obsessed. Being mated does not command automatic affection though. And knowing how fucked up I was, she loved me anyway. I pressed a kiss to her forehead as I helped her get dressed. My eyes kept settling on the evident outline of her nipples, straining against the velvet fabric, and knew there was no way in hell I was letting her out

All the guardians stood up and the noise of the sturdy chairs dragging on the marble flooring sounded in the room. Anastasios Martas acknowledged them with a nod.I saw he had helped himself with one of my new clothes and had evidently taken a bath. When I cocked an eyebrow at him he shrugged and said, “Sorry.”“How is she?” Saraya said, leaving the table to take a few steps toward the guardian. She wrung her hands and rocked on her feet when she came to a stop about four inches away from him as if there was a bubbling energy within her small frame.“She is better… at least,” he replied directing his gaze to her before reverting the purple gleam my way. I shook my head, letting him know he should give as little information as possible. He gave me a subtle nod. “I need to feed her,” he said still holding my gaze. “And she wants to see you,” he said to Saraya. She gave him a jerky nod and glance back at me. Her anxiety was palpable. “What can she eat?” I asked, going to stand by her s