Liberty’s POV I made polite conversation on our way back to the pack house, but I remember very little of it. The whole time my head was spinning with Marcel’s accidental revelation. A pup. I am pregnant, right now. Esme has known this whole time. I hadn’t seen the signs as they happened, but looking back, they are as clear as day. The way she touched my stomach and told me we would talk later, when she insisted that I take better care of myself and eat properly, telling me I need to rest and that stress is not good for me. I took it all with a pinch of salt and assumed she was just being my overprotective Aunt. This cant be right. Christian and Zander didn’t look or feel surprised by the news either. When Marcel’s words sunk in, I felt like I was falling down a rabbit hole into some crazy world where nothing made sense. They, on the other hand, seemed barely fazed. Even Christian, Christian… I don’t know exactly what has happened in the last day or so, or what is going on with my ma

Liberty’s POVThe soft, cradle of the sofa cushions does absolutely nothing to help me fight the tiredness creeping into my bones. I roll my head, stretching my neck and fighting a yawn that would surely swallow the word. Today has been the longest day ever, and coming from me that is saying something, trust me.“We can put this off until tomorrow love, you should rest.” Christian reasons with me, his body blocks the lamp light and casts a shadow over me and about half of the sofa. I love the way his voice still has a gruff undertone even though he softens it whenever he speaks to me. It’s such a contrast to the way he sounds when he addresses anyone else, apart from Lottie maybe.“I will be okay, and I’m not sure I would get much rest knowing how much has gone unsaid and that trust is spread a little thin right now.” I look over at Hunter and Marcel, silently making my point.“Very well, but if you get too tired, you let us know. There is nothing we say tonight that we cannot say tom

Zander’s POVI swear to the Goddess, if those two don’t have a bloody good reason for waking me with their nonsense so early, I might just have their pelts for area rugs in our new suite.“Still awake then?” Christian asks over the link, so as not to disturb Liberty’s sleep.“How did you know?” I huff, lifting my forearm to lay across my closed eyes. The rain is beating, hard against the window and the wind is rattling the shutters. It’s peaceful, an almost hypnotic kind of white noise, despite the ferocity of its source. I think the storm Liberty has warned us about might be on its way.“I can feel you seething from over here.” The fucker replies with a hint of amusement. There is literally only Liberty separating us, I’m not surprised he can feel my displeasure with our half wit Betas. Though, to be honest, most of my foul mood is from thinking about what the day has in store for us.“Mmm, well, it doesn’t seem like you are in a much better mood.” I try to shut him down and get a fe

Gabriel’s POVBetween Uriel’s bullshit antics in no mans land and the landslide of shite threatening to bury us all, I’m silently relieved my Alphas agreed that there is no need to keep diving into the past or looking too deeply into the visions our Luna has. What she and Esme know can be dealt with when the imminent danger is put to bed.I’m grateful to have the advantage her visions give us, but that advantage is soon neutralised by the stress involved in dissecting each and every detail. So, for now, the Luna, Esme, Marcel and Hunter, will be at the centre of operations, they will delegate to the rest of us, only giving us the information pertinent to our objectives. I like this plan, it’s less messy, to the point and means we will be out in the field where we thrive, rather than stuck in the study talking shit to death.It pains me to admit, Uriel has a point about the new recruits and what happened this morning. He could have handled it differently, but the point is the same. The

Zander’s POVEsme and Marcel have made themselves right at home since their arrival. I’m glad they are here, for Liberty’s sake, but I miss the little bubble we used to occupy, just the three of us. The recent changes around here have triggered an immensely positive and unexpected outcome, Liberty has gained the ability to express herself with poise and confidence. She now stands her ground assertively and voices her opinions forcefully, just like a true Luna. This entire experience has been a real transformation for her, and it has opened her eyes to the fact that her gifts are just that, not something to hide from or fear.When she commanded the rogues Uriel and Gabe caught to shift, I felt her power, as did everyone in the pack. It wasn't a command, more like she was drawing on something within us all. Rather than making us weaker, as one might expect, I felt invigorated.The rogues have not been forthcoming, and we have tried almost every method available to us to get them to talk