I wake up wrapped in the warm embrace of Tate. His head is resting on my shoulder. “Good morning beautiful” he whispers. I found myself chuckling. “Good morning to you too” I whispered back. “You know I am going to have to get you up and out of bed shortly for your training.” He says with a sigh. “Euurrgghh!” I grumbled. “But the bed is so warm and comfy!” Training has been going on almost each day since we returned to pack six months ago. Lachlan was relentless. Though I can’t blame him, Azaria was just as unrelenting too in her necessity for me to refine these gifts of mine and in her need to make me as strong as she could, both physically and mentally. “Oh. You mean you don’t want to stay in bed because of your handsome mate?” Tate huffs, flipping himself, so he was suddenly on all fours, leaning over me. I find myself smirking at his playfulness. We had most definitely refined our relationship and our gifts… “Perhaps I was just coming to that…” I teased,
Dear Diary… Well, how can life change in the space of a year? By a crazy amount when you learn your parents lied. Or perhaps not so much lied but kept secrets from you. Secrets do nothing but make life difficult. Make life twisted and they hurt when they are finally revealed. But the secrets in the end brought me the happiness and life I was meant to have. Could the secrets have been part of the fate that led me here? Who knows? Having learned the things I have about being a werewolf, and how the beliefs are, fate plays a big part in our lives. Perhaps the path my life took was all a part of fate's plan... A path that brought me to the Autumn Moon Pack. To Tate. The handsome, mysterious Beta. The sweetest, kindest man I had ever met, that I was able to call mine. All because of a goddess I had never heard of until I learned of my heritage as a werewolf, blessing him as my fated mate. My fated mate. My love. My future. And now the father to the little one I am carrying inside my
I sit staring out to the lake once again. Another year has flown by since they had passed. I come here to remember them as it had been one of our favourite places to visit as a family. Not that we were a family for very long. My Mum, Dad and me.They had been together a lot longer than I had had with them, but I only got six years with them before the day of the accident. Until the day that lorry hurtled into our car on that icy night. It is still puzzling how I had survived and they hadn’t. But that is what had happened, leaving me, a young girl, parentless, an orphan. Scared and alone in a very strange world, having to accept that her parents would not be coming home. All because of some drunk truck driver having a bad day, and falling asleep at the wheel.Nearly eleven years on and the pain when I think of it still hurts just as much. That is why I have chosen not to think about it. Simply choosing to block it out as much as I humanly could, allowing myself this one day a year to r
3 Months later.. “Hey Aunt Della” I greet my Aunt as I walk into our house.“Hello Vi” she smiles at me from her armchair, all bundled up in a blanket, looking frail. “We need to speak sweetheart” she says with a slight frown to her face.This does not sound good. And I have to say I am curious what it is she wants to talk to me about, but I can't shake the nervous feeling I am feeling too.“Oh ok? Is everything ok, Aunt Del?” I smile at her, sitting down on the chair next to her.“I am afraid I am going to have to look for somewhere else for you to live soon, sweetheart” she says quietly.My heart drops. This has been my home since my parents died. All I have known since I was six years old. Surely she is not just going to kick me out and abandon me? Have I upset her? My mind is playing over so many past scenarios in my mind of things that could be the reasons behind all of this sudden change.My heart is racing at the thought of it already. I can’t imagine not living with her. Des
I hated breaking this news to my precious girl. I had never had children of my own. I had lost my husband Tom in the war. He went to fight and he never came home to me. I couldn’t bring myself to be with someone else. I stayed in the home we had bought together. The house we planned to make our family home. Only it became my own lonely haven. A home on my own. Because after losing him I couldn’t imagine being with someone else.So that meant we never had the future we had planned together. No children. So I enjoyed the children of my family. Spending time with them when I could. It was a true privilege to bring Violet up when her parents passed away. I never did understand where the rest of her family had gone to. All having fallen out with her parents, it appeared I was all she had left. But it gave me the joy of bringing up a child even if I was old at the time.And bring me joy she has done. So much joy, so much happiness and so much proudness. She has never been any trouble really
Well, it seems the day is here. Aunt Della has been ringing around the werewolf packs that were linked to my Dad’s family. Who knew there were so many werewolf packs in the country that are not known about!And surprise surprise, my family yet again did not want to know. If you can call them family when they treat you like that. My Dad had certainly pissed off his family by deserting his pack. Even his death was not enough to allow forgiveness. Yet surely they would see it as him protecting his wife, would they not? She was being picked on, pushed out by the others in the pack because she was not the same as them, so he did what he felt he should to keep her safe. Surely that is an honourable thing to do, is it not?! I truly do not see why his family are so hard on my Dad’s choices. Or was there more to it than I knew?But as it turned out, there was an elderly aunt of my Dad’s at a werewolf camp a couple of hours away from Aunt Della’s house. Having spoken to my Aunt, she was willing
I am sat on the bed in my new room, the boxes and cases left on the floor as I stare at the walls ahead of me. I can’t believe I am here. Aunt Della has already gone. I watched the lights of her car drive away knowing that the only part of me I knew was leaving me now. The last part of me. All the things ahead of me were the unknown and it terrified me. All this stuff about werewolves and shifting sounds crazy. How is this my future? How is this the stuff my Dad kept from me? I feel like I am in a parallel universe. Like this is not real.“Hey Violet, you ok, doll?” I hear a voice from my door, making me jump and disturbing my confused and frazzled thoughts.I hadn’t realised the door was still open slightly. Stood there was Beta Tate. He was smiling kindly at me.“Oh yeah, the greatest” I smile, sarcastically.“Ok, that was maybe a stupid question." he grins. "You want some company? Or some help unpacking?” he asks.Is that normal for a second-in-command to help someone unpack? Or of
Alpha Lachlan, my best friend, had told me about this new arrival we had arriving in the pack, so I had been preparing a room for her, unsure what to expect, but knowing it would be down to us at least partially to teach her all about werewolves. Some crazy shit to think she has gotten to almost shifting age and she didn’t even know about it. Though I guess with her Mum and Dad dying, it is understandable. But I can’t begin to imagine not knowing. Growing up and then finding out weeks before you are due to shift.We grew up with werewolves all around us, learning about them from a young age, knowing they were real, knowing our parents could shift so it never came as a shock. But for poor Violet to be told by the woman she had been brought up by since the age of six, I think they said, the woman who had taken her in when her parents died, because no fucker else in her family wanted her because of the shit going down with her Dad. Fancy finding out that she was to be kicked out and, oh