Airk’s pov It’s been a few weeks since the day I joined the pack and accepted the title of Luna. In my mind, it’s still temporary. While Brax tries to show me he loves me every day and lets me know I am no less without Kael, it doesn’t feel like that to me. Throughout my life, I have met and grown up with so many strong Lunas. They stand beside their alpha with confidence and often fight beside him too. Mom had fought along with Dad, although he usually went out alone. But in my case, there is no choice but to stay behind. I might still be stronger than your average human, and I still have the Omari genes, making me a better fighter than most. But I am not going to be useful in a war. But it’s not just that I don’t have a wolf. If that was it, I’d probably accept the title, knowing my brother and sister would be there to protect the pack instead of me. It’s me. I’m not enough. Brax seems to be fine with holding my hand and falling asleep while holding me, but it’s been weeks and w

Brax’s pov Things were weird after Kael was there for a moment, and I needed to talk to Airk about it. Maybe if he knew what happened when I sensed Kael, he would see it as a sign that things would be okay. I walked towards Argo’s room, smelling Airk’s scent there, and opened the door slightly before hearing Airk say that he didn’t want another mate. He sounded so angry, and I quickly closed the door, hoping they hadn’t heard me. ‘Maybe he will still be happy,’ Hudson said. ‘Maybe it will give him some trust back in the Moon Goddess.’ ‘Or maybe it will make him more distant? Maybe it will make Airk scared of our relationship. We had just taken a step forward; what if telling him the truth would make him take three steps back? What if he doesn’t want me at all?’ I asked my wolf. ‘He’s our mate!’ Hudson growled. He is. Airk is my second chance mate. There was no doubt in my mind. I had felt these sparks between us before. But they were so brief that I wasn't sure what they meant. B

Airk’s pov "Mom, we’re home." Argo yelled the minute we stepped into the packhouse. But it didn’t feel like home anymore, which was so strange. All my life, this was our home, and a few months in the Blood Rock pack had changed that. Or maybe it was because my home was now wherever Brax was. Mom came running down the stairs, and I was worried she’d fall down. That woman isn’t really graceful most of the time. She jumped the last few chairs and tried to hug us both at the same time, not realizing her arms were too short. In her mind, we were still two little boys, but in reality, we had outgrown her a long time ago. "My boys." Mom said with tears in her eyes. "You don’t even know how fucking often I have begged Ash to ask you to come back here." "Mom…." "I know, Argo. I know you’re a big shot now, and you’re not coming back. Airk is a Luna, but I don’t fucking care. I wish you could stay here forever." "We love you too, mom." I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You look be

Argo’s pov “We’re not seriously going to sit around a fucking campfire." Grandpa Os laughed, “it’s just a barbeque, Argo, and you know Cyrus loves some roasted marshmallow.” “So we’re not going to do that whole thing where we all sit and talk around the fucking fire?” Dad chuckled, “well, we are. But count your blessings; this time we’re not here to discuss you.” Dad stood up and joined Grandpa Os behind the big barbecue. Mom, Airk, and both my grandmas were in the kitchen making salad and other shit to eat. It did feel fucking good knowing that for once nobody was disappointed in me. ‘For once? That’s exaggerating just a bit, isn’t it?’ Stark said. ‘They have only tried to help you.’ I know. I knew my parents loved me, but that didn’t mean I often felt like I was a failure. I often felt like I was the lesser brother. Not to say, Airk was now the lesser brother. Ah, fuck this; you know what I mean. It’s nice not to be the subject of the fucking family meeting. Storm sat down b

Argo’s pov “Are you ready to go back, because I fucking am.” I asked my brother. Airk nodded but seemed unsure. “What is it, spill?" “I didn’t see Isaac. I wanted to, but I was scared.” Airk admitted. “Scared of what? It’s Isaac; that silly motherfucker is harmless.” “It’s Emmeline. You saw how I reacted to Storm; what if I had a worse reaction to her? It wouldn’t be her fault, but it could do damage. I don’t know how she’s doing.” “Because you’re too scared to ask? You're not responsible for her. It wasn’t your fucking fault that man has a side piece.” I said, and I knew right away that wasn’t the right thing to say. Airk growled, “she was going to be his Luna. She is just as much a victim; she was just better at acting than I was. She pretended to like everything he did to her, knowing no one would come for her. The only reason I felt safe enough to speak up was because I was taught to. And because I had people in my corner.” “But she has Isaac now, well, sort of." I said. “