Josie POV My heart sinks when Elder Morris says one of us has to die to determine if we can get a second chance. I knew what he meant. We would die and then when we came back, assuming we came back, we would be able to determine if we were second chance mates. I hated to think of a life without Sam and I hate myself for rejecting him in the first place. I hear the chatter around me, but I am consumed in my thoughts. Something occurs to me, “What about the spells?” I say quietly. “What spells?” Elder Morris asks. “We are both affected by spells. Sam’s is removed but I still have a spell wrapped around me; or rather I hope it is a spell,” I say looking to Miranda. Miranda nods, “You do. It is a complex one and one I will work on with Sarah to break down,” she replies. “Hmmm. Well, we have never encountered two wolfs affected by spells before. Maybe, just maybe, the Moon Goddess will give you a break,” Elder Morris muses as he considers th

Josie POV I had no idea what to wear. Everything I had was jeans, tank tops and leather jackets. I felt like this date I should try to be a little different. Not that Sam would care one way or the other. I understood he likes me just the way I am. Sounds corny but it means the world to me. Nobody has ever cared about me and now I have two people who care. Sam and Jenna. Jenna was a surprise. I admit I still had my days of bitterness that she had our mother, and I did not. But then I would remind myself of the circumstances that surrounded my mother giving birth to Eric and me. In her shoes, I suspect I would have felt the same and wanted nothing to do with the offspring of that monster, my father. Deciding to ask Jenna for some help, I stop by her office and knock on the door. She calls me to come in and I walk in to see her and Sarah sitting there talking. Both quietened down when I walked in. “I am sorry, I will come back later,”

Josie POV The moment I saw Sam, I felt the butterflies in my stomach dancing around. He is simply gorgeous. I cannot take my eyes off him. He leans forward and captures my lips in a gentle kiss. He pulls back and smiles at me. “You look amazing, babe,” he says before leaning into whisper in my ear, “I cannot wait to see what is underneath that beautiful dress,” he says as he pulls me closer to his body. I am pretty sure my heart just skipped a beat. The promises of what was to come this evening. Taking my hand, Sam pulls me from my suite and closes the door behind me. “Oh, I forgot my bag,” I start to say when he chuckles, “Anything you need, you can use mine,” he says confidently. “Where are we going?” I ask as he walks me toward the stairs. “You will see,” he says as he starts to go upstairs. “Are we skipping the date?” I ask with a bit of nerves still rolling around inside. I was pretty confident earlier today but now that the moment

Sam POV After a night of making up, Josie and finally settled with me wrapped around her warm body. I was tracing the lines of one of the many scars across her body. “Are you going to tell me about these?” I ask her softly kissing her shoulder where one was. “Does it matter?” she asks. “Everything about you matters to me, baby,” I reply. I know Josie is a very private person and I knew she was self-conscious of everything about herself. I saw them when she was first naked, but I did not want her to doubt her sexuality or attractiveness to me. Now, though, I wanted to understand. I suspected they came from her bastard of a father, but I needed her to say it to me. To trust me. I wait patiently as I hold her in my arms. At one point I thought she must have fallen asleep, but she cleared her throat and began telling me the story of her father. “When I was three, I had run into a meeting the Rogue King was hosting. I was excited to show him

Sarah POV I sat there looking at Jack. He was my future. He was my everything. But my brother mattered to me. I could not sit there and deny that holding my brother and removing his pain was tempting to me. I had been where he was. I had been abused and expected death. Was that what he was thinking? That he would die any day. Tears formed in my eyes, and I saw Jack shake his head. I could feel his fear vibrating off him. I continued to look at Jack as I whispered, “No.”. “No?” the warlock stated as if he was not sure who I was speaking with. “No; I am not coming with you,” I said louder to him. I kept my eyes on Jack’s face. I saw his shoulders sag in relief and then he pulled me tightly into his arms. “I am sorry to hear that,” the warlock says. “He will have to be punished until I can punish you myself,” he says. “Give him a message from me – tell him I am coming for him,” I say looking deep into the eyes of the warlock.