Ares: Yet another run through Shadow Veil’s forest to clear out an infestation. The release was well worth it. However, it was time for the pack to take rest.“Send everyone back to the packhouse for the night,” I told Zev as the pack ran in formation toward the path leading to the exit of the forest.I don’t know why I didn’t just connect wih the pack and make the order myself. It was just one of the many things that I had seemed to become lax on throughout the last year.“And where are you going?” Asked Zev.My brother seemed to notice that I started to pull away from the direction in which the pack was going. He already knew and he wouldn’t like my answer. I didn’t understand why he put himself through the stress of inquiring.“I won’t be long, Zev. Just need a minute alone.”I could hear my brother’s sigh through our telepathic link. “Try not to get too messed up tonight, Ares,” he said to me. “I am exhausted tonight. I’d actually like to rest tonight.”I could tell that Zevi w

Alastair:After the news that Merari served me at the restaurant, I quickly got out of there. John and Toran was about to follow but I wasn't so sure that it was a good idea. If Valene was as bad off as Merari seemed to think she was, I was not willing to risk anyone seeing her in such an unflattering light.“She’s been pillaging everything in her path! Her hunger is insatiable, and worst of all she’s almost completely without remorse.”As Merari stood there telling me everything that had been going on, there was obvious fear and frustration in her demeanor. She was worried about Valene and had every reason to be.“Do you know why she-”Before I could finish my question, she scoffed, rolling her eyes at me. “Do you really have to ask? As-as if she doesn’t have more than enough reason to be angry with the world?”“So do you, love,” I reminded her. “You’re not destroying things because of it.” Merari didn’t like what I’d said obviously. “There’s a simple explanation for that, Alastair.

Vale:I didn’t realize how much rage was inside of me. Of course, I was angry-in my mind, though it may be bias of me, I had every right to be. Even in not fully knowing why I was so angry.My memory from before…I mean exactly before I died, it was severely flawed-damaged even. I knew who Alastair Wade was, I even recognized that insufferable Harlyn, a girl whom I’d grown to love in a way that, unfortunately I could not force out of my memory or my mind.I remembered the Lycan king; how could anyone forget him? His tall, brooding bulge of masculinity, and the subtle resentment of the world in his hard and yet beautiful eyes. I was hard-pressed to confess that thinking about him and our controversial situationship

Harlyn: I couldn’t believe it. She was alive…alive and I…I just could not seem to place this reality with logic. Valene, my vassal...my sister, she was alive. Every time I thought about it, my heart fluttered and my breath hitched in my throat. What…what was I to do with this information? Then another thought came to mind; why hadn’t she returned home? To the comfort of home. Surely, returning to our side would have been better than going at it alone out there amongst the danger of the ferals, and rogues. Right? “Maybe not for her,” said my wolf, Fera said softly in my ear. “She is different now, Harlyn.” I considered the words my counterpart whispered in my ear while I sat there at my vanity mirror, brushing at my now shortened hair when a knock gently sounded at my bedroom door. “Come in.” I looked up as the door opened and saw my father standing there in front of the doorway. “Daddy,” At first, I greeted him with a smile. Then I saw the concerned look on his face. I quickly

Aries:Was it true? Was she really my mate? No! It couldn’t be! But I felt it, so it couldn’t be a lie. Right?“Yes!” Bain growled with anticipation and excitement. My counterpart could hardly contain himself and it was at that moment that I realized that it had to be true. Though I imagined any virile male would have a hard time containing themselves in front of such a rare beauty, and yes, she was beautiful.There was a darkness about her, however. It was as if the years of her absence had changed her in ways that caused resentment. Death could do that to a person. The death of my parents left a mark of darkness within me that I knew would never be fully healed. Still, though, she carried it quite well.I remember her very well when she was a human. Her hair was never out of place but neat in its natural curl. There was a light in her. A uniformed innocence that I had never seen in another before. One that was quite alluring, if I am being honest with myself.Now, however, she w