I stand in what feels like a total daze. Really struggling to take all this in. This feels like I have begun living in an alternative universe in recent weeks, it truly does. Things that I never knew could exist weeks ago suddenly are more than just a thing in a story book or in a film. They are real and I am apparently one of them. So messed up, it is fucking scary! If you told anyone in the normal world they would think you were high on drugs, I swear! How do you even adjust to it all?“You ok Vi?” Tate asks as Lachlan finishes talking.“Fucking marvellous” I tell him, maybe a hint of sarcasm to my voice.Hattie grins. “I can imagine.”“I know it sounds terrifying sweetheart, but we will find a way to make things work. We as a pack can protect you. We are a big pack now, so we have the ability to protect you.” Lachlan says.Seriously, how do they think they are going to be able to protect me? If I have these skills I am going to be hunted by a hell of a lot of people. Possibly even

I am in this dark room, where am I? My heartbeat seems unfamiliar to my own body…‘It is a vision Violet.’ Azaria’s voice breaks my panic.I looked around me. Where has this bought me and why?! This man in front of me is laughing manically.“Aw mother, you seem so sad. Not quite so sure of yourself now. Didn’t know I had connections, I assume? Perhaps regreting the decision to make Jaques the Alpha over me?”Who is this man? And the Jaques he talks of? I can only assume the woman whose body I am within is his mother. But why am I having this vision? There has to be a reason, doesn't there? Lachlan said about learning to read the visions. Does this mean this has happened? Or is going to happen? I don't understand! But I do know that this man is scary. Almost psychotic in the way he laughs. His eyes looked possessed almost. Angry. What is making him so enraged?“Damien please. Why are you doing this? Make them let me go!” I feel myself speaking, but the voice is not my own, yet it comes

Hattie and Lachlan are saying their goodbyes. Leaving me feeling extremely awkward, though I am certain that is what Hattie is setting out to do. She is such a tease it isn’t even funny. Calling us lovebirds was beyond embarrassing! I am obviously going to have to get used to her sense of humor and teasing if I plan to stay here, if I am going to be their Beta female. Wow. That is a weird thought.“Night Vi” Hattie gives me a hug. “Remember you can always tell him no” she winks, before grinning at Tate, who was giving her a serious death stare right about now. He did not look impressed with her. I imagine he is as humiliated as me though.Lachlan was laughing. He evidently finds his mate very amusing. Me not so much right now.“Not funny, Hattie.” Tate says with a scowl. Definitely giving off the mean and moody vibes at the minute. Makes him awful sexy when he does...“Well, Tate, you should remember that! A girl has the right to say no. Even to her mate.” Hattie says with a smirk.“Y

I open the door to my Beta suite and walk in. So excited to finally have her home, and know that it is now not just my home but our home. The home that will begin our life together as fated mates. Despite my happiness and excitement, I try to act normal as I walk into the suite, and Violet soon follows. I really do not want to try to explain how i am feeling to her right now. Make myself sound like a right soppy idiot. Would not reflect well on me. And considering Lachlan had already made out he and Hattie would make me cry when they can't, I dont think things look so good for me in good impressions right about now.We wandered down the corridor of the suite. Crazy to think that only earlier we were in here having breakfast, and about to do lessons… Now we were here, her having had her first shift, now knowing who I was to her, forgiven me everything, having agreed to be my mate, and then met the pack, discovered she has a gifted wolf and now awaiting making plans to protect her. That

I find homes for most of my stuff in the modernly decorated Beta suite that is Tate’s home. Something I do notice, considering it is meant to be a home, there aren’t a great deal of things here. Plenty of clothes but definitely minimal things to make it homely. Or maybe that is coming from someone who had spent the last ten years living with an elderly lady who liked to collect tat, and basically had loads of clutter in her house. That could be it…Tate has disappeared. Likely sick of unpacking, and who could blame him? I sure had taken up a lot of his time today. I assume he may have gone for a shower as I can hear water running. So, once I finish putting the last things away, I wander out of the bedroom and out into the corridor again. Just as Tate is stepping from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips. Droplets of water glistened on his perfect skin. His gorgeous Greek god-like body was on full display to me once again. Hmmm, did it suddenly get hot in here?! Because I sw