River almost couldn't believe her eyes. Why were all of her nightmares hell-bent on coming to pass? Why couldn't she just catch a break for once? A jolt of terror shot through her. Her breath welled up in her throat, threatening to choke her. All thoughts of distrust towards Annemarie and Finn earlier vanished and were replaced by fear for Rain's safety. For seven years, she'd lived in fear of this very moment, the moment Gonzalo would find them. Her feet moved on autopilot, carrying her towards Rain and Gonzalo. As she drew closer, she noticed the way Rain seemed livened up, gesturing with her small hands as she spoke to him with giggles flying around. Gonzalo, for his part, listened intently with a gentle smile on his lips. For a fleeting moment, a ridiculous, traitorous part of River felt a flicker of warmth at the sight. Seeing her daughter and her father being so cordial, smiling and giggling was probably what every mother would want. It would have been a picture-perfect f
The aroma of sizzling meat and steaming sauces greeted River as she pushed open the swinging doors of the restaurant. The lunchtime rush was just beginning. She could tell by the steady stream of customers filling the tables and lively chatter buzzing in the air. She would love the view as she had come to cherish normalcy after being harbored in the De La Morts mansion for years, but right now, with Gonzalo’s episode, nothing seemed soothing to her. Tara, who was wiping down a counter near the entrance, spotted River and rushed over. "Thank goodness you're back!" she exclaimed, wiping her hands on her apron. "I need you right away." Her gaze traveled to the anxious expressions on Rain and Leo's faces clinging to River's side. "Everything alright?" River asked, shortly forgetting the encounter with Gonzalo. Tara didn't seem to notice the apprehension in River's eyes. "Everything's fine, just swamped," she said, ushering them towards the back. "Go drop them off in the living room
Tara's eyes widened as River uttered the name. "Gonzalo? You mean the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack?"River nodded, loathing talking about Gonzalo as a whole. "Yes, him."With her gaze fixed on Gonzalo, who sat impatiently at the table, “He looks so... normal," Tara commented. "Why is he dressed like that?""Wouldn't know," River replied, shrugging.Would Tara quit asking her about Gonzalo already?! The answer was no.Suddenly, Tara's eyes narrowed. "Maybe... maybe the rumors are true."Now, that piqued River's interest. Her head snapped towards Tara with curiosity sparking in her eyes. "What rumors?"Tara leaned closer, hands shielding her mouth as she said. “Word on the street is that Echo has been furious ever since you left. Apparently, Gonzalo refused to mate with her because he felt guilty about what happened to you. Now that the Moonstone Pack has come seeking shelter, Echo's been making things very difficult for them just out of spite.”Sounds like Echo; River thought. But did T
That was it.He just crossed the line. Did he just remind her of that night, the night when she shamelessly forced herself on him and he shamelessly took her?The night that begets her child. The best gift she could ever ask for. That night they shared alone behind closed wasn't a weakness if that was Gonzalo’s thoughts. It was a source of joy. Yet, a wave of shame washed over River at his words. Remembering how stupid she was when she snuck into his room made a blush creep up her neck. The memory of that night– knocked over in a moment of vulnerability and fueled by potent emotions was something she'd tried desperately to bury. But Gonzalo's words unearthed it, bringing back the searing pain of the rejection that followed. A blazing fury took hold of her like the moon took over the sky at night, overriding the shame she felt. Allowing her emotions to take the best of her, she lunged across the table behind them, grabbing the half-full bottle of wine that belonged to the patrons
“Rain! I told you not to mention that name anymore. Do you ever listen?!” River scolded her daughter.Rain flinched and scrunched up her small face. “I'm just trying to help, Mama.”This was such a distressful life River had and she was a hell of a lot tired of it. Her heart ached. How could she shield Rain from the turmoil she felt burrowing deep inside of her soul? Could she even achieve that now with Gonzalo back in the picture?Taking a tired sigh, she tried for a light tone. “Mama’s just a little tired, honey. But seeing your happy faces always makes me feel better.”Rain wasn't convinced. “Are you sure? Did Mr. Grumpy come back?”River's smile wavered slightly. “Mr. Grumpy?”“Yeah,” Leo piped up, finally looking away from his drawing. “Nicholas from the bakery who looked like he swallowed a lemon.”River chuckled genuinely for the first time since Gonzalo's arrival. “That's a good way to describe him, Leo.” She said, remembering how everyone used to whisper about the gr
“It's just a coincidence," River urged, forcing a casualness into her voice that she didn't feel. "Lots of people have amber eyes."Tara wasn't convinced. "But they're the same shade, River. Like looking into two melted pools of honey."River clenched her jaw. "Rain's father was human. We met when I first left home, Tara. I know who the father of my daughter is.”“Oh, wow. That's impressive. It's just that Rain looks a lot like Gonzalo which makes it very confusing and questionable.”River shut her eyes, willing herself to breathe. It seemed as though the walls were closing in on her right now. Nothing ever worked her way. Her daughter couldn't even come looking like her but looked like the bastard who rejected her instead.She tried to sound nonchalant but seemed to fail at it. “I don't really see the resemblance, Tara. Gonzalo is just Gonzalo and Rain is Rain. They don't share the same bloodline. Rain is not a wolf but a human. If she has wolf blood at all, then she got it from me.”
Gonzalo~~When Rourke fell into his hands, all blood and with an arrow burrowed deep in his chest, Gonzalo almost couldn't believe his eyes. Gonzalo's initial reaction was one of sheer shock. He knelt beside Rourke, his heart pounding in his ears. Time seemed to slow down as he took in the sight of one of his former warriors, blood-staining his clothes and the cobblestones around him. "Rourke! Stay with me!" he yelled, his voice dripping with panic. He checked for a pulse, hoping he’d find any. But the absence of a steady beat confirmed his worst fear.Grief threatened to engulf Gonzalo, but the urgency of the situation jolted him back to reality. He needed to act fast. He pulled out his shirt and applied pressure to the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding. “Rourke? Tell me what happened.” He panicked. When Rourke didn't answer, he looked around, searching for any sign of the attacker."Who did this? Where are they?" He shouted, his voice echoing in the empty alleyway.Sweat had
Gonzalo’s interest was all the more piqued. What was it about this familiar arrow? Thinking back to his last conversation with Rourke, he knew something more than ‘fishy’ was going on behind the scenes. It stressed him so much that he couldn't decipher what it was just yet.The doctor had disappeared into a back room and soon returned with a collection of dusty folders filled with photographs. Flipping through them with speed and impatience, she stopped abruptly finally."See here," she pointed with a trembling finger at one of the photographs. "What about it?" Gonzalo breathed, his voice hoarse with worry. "Do you know where it came from?"She straightened up and shook her head sadly. "These are typically used by the Ironclaw pack. But lately, I've been seeing more victims of rogue attacks with similar wounds, and this exact arrow.”What the heck?!How could the Ironclaw Packhouse’s arrows be found on the victims who had suffered at the hands of rogues? The rogues wouldn't have the