I look back towards the end of the bar where I last left the feral and his intended next victim. I curse several words Iris wouldn’t be proud of when I notice they are both already gone. I hope I’m not too late. It will be damn near impossible to track their scents if they left by vehicle unlike out in the open. Not to mention, the wolfsbane has tempered my tracking abilities tonight. I might have to rely on more than just my wolf senses and go by my gut, training, and instincts to save the girl. I thank the moon when I spot them both in the parking lot. She stumbles along in her heels, laughing, as he leads her by the elbow towards his truck, and opens the door for her. Poor girl has no idea what she is getting herself into. Well, at least if I wasn’t here to bail her out. I pretend to be drunk as I stagger up towards the truck and lean in against her open window.“Hey darlin’, nice night ain’t it,” I tell her in a southern drawl.She giggles and flips her blonde mane off her should

I took too much wolfsbane to get my mate out of my head and now I’m paying the price. I’m healing at the rate of a human, which is not really at all, I’ve lost too much blood, and I feel dizzy by the time I make it back to my truck. The girl is nowhere to be found at least, but I get more than one stare from a drunk couple in the parking lot. I’m now shirtless, choosing to use the fabric to wrap around my arm to help staunch the wound, and bathed in blood. I ignore their asking if I’m alright, and talk of calling an ambulance, and tear out of the parking lot in a blaze of smoke and burnt rubber. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before the rogue’s body is found. When the cops run his prints and DNA, they’ll get a hit connecting him to his string of rape victims across several states. There’s no camera in the lot of the bar, and only a couple witnesses see me exiting the desert, in bad lighting, so I’m not worried about being identified and pinned to the crime. As far as I’m concern

The answers come to me, and I complete my test fairly confident I didn’t bomb it. My microbiology class passes without a hitch, as we look at lifeforms under the microscopes, that grew in our petri dishes. Last week’s class, the professor made us take a swab sample of a commonly touched surface and see what grew from it. Just looking at the nasty bacteria that flourished in my dish from the handle of the school’s water fountain, made me thank the moon I threw out my birth control this morning after it’s dip in the porcelain throne.I’m excited when class lets out and I rush back to Shadow Ridge to see my baby. I talk to Iris for a few moments to see how his day went, she assures me he was a little angel, but I don’t think she would tell me even if he hadn’t behaved himself. Alder is out, not that I mind, because things feel a bit tense at times with my child’s grandfather. Maybe it’s because he’s not a very social wolf and tends to keep to himself. But sometimes I feel like the head be

I ran from my mate again like a coward with my tail tucked between my legs. But this time, I was not just trying to run away from her to avoid the fate the moon has made for me, but also because I do not want my mate to watch me die. Because I feel inside of me things are broken, and I do not feel I can be put back together again in more ways than one. I do not want her to break watching me pass from this life into the spirit world. I will not get the honor of joining the moon in the sky, because I will die a coward’s death, like I so deserve. I am truly broken now that I have finally been reunited with my mate and my time on this Earth is nearly over. My last thoughts are of her. And all the things I missed out on by rejecting our mating bond. I will never know the feel of her body against mine outside of our dreams, the press of her sweet lips atop mine, fall asleep making love to her, and awake with her in my arms the next morning, never see the way the sunlight shines in her blac

I rummage through my drawers and grab out the first pair of panties and bra I find. I grab a t-shirt and a pair of sweats and I dress in record time, only half-dried off, and with my hair still dripping wet. CeCe moves out of my doorway as she knows I’m a woman on a mission. I can’t leave this house without seeing my son. When my world feels like it’s going to hell, Gauge anchors me and makes things make sense, reminds me of my reasons to face another day and go on. And now, moon willing, I’ll also have my mate as another reason to keep standing when everything around me falls apart.I walk into my baby’s room as quietly as I can. His cherub face glows in the moon shaped nightlight, his lips adorably puckered against the crib mattress, his little tush up in the air, his chunky legs tucked under him. He has favored this peculiar way of sleeping for as long as I can remember. One of his arms is draped over his firetruck pillow. My heart instantly softens at the sight of my cub, sleepin