*Vanessa*I wake from a dreamless sleep to feel a strong arm draped over my body. Another lies beneath my head, essentially acting as a pillow on the otherwise hard ground of the flat roof I find myself on. I feel warmth behind me, the slight movements of someone breathing as their chest rises and falls against my back. Then, his familiar scent hits me and I instinctively relax.Shawn, still half asleep, tightens his arm around me and draws me back in against him, nestling his face in the crook of my neck. “Good morning,” he mumbles, his lips forming the words against my skin. I giggle at how ticklish it feels, running my hand down his forearm. “Morning,” I reply. “Tell me … What are the chances of us just staying here for the rest of the day and leaving everything to Aaron and Amara?” he whispers in my ear. “Hmm … As much as I’d love to tell you otherwise,” I turn my head and kiss him, “I’d have to say slim to none.”He groans and nuzzles into my
*Shawn*I’m still grinning like a fool long after Vanessa leaves for her rounds. It’s odd to think of how far we’ve come and how much she’s begun to trust me. I can still see her shy smile and still feel her lips pressed against mine. And even though she’s not ready to name whatever this is we have between us, I’m more than willing to wait until she’s sure. I still can’t believe she’s real, sometimes. I’ve watched her grow in these last few months and rise so far above the state she was in when I first found her. I knew then that she was a fighter and she’s only continued to prove me right. She may not see it in herself, but she’d make for an amazing leader.I have to thank the Goddess that even though I am not her fated mate, the dumbass that was chosen just happened to be the biggest idiot alive —luckily for me. Even though I will never understand how he could possibly have let Vanessa slip through his fingers, I’m definitely not going to be ungratef
*Vanessa*“Everything’s gone a lot more smoothly than I could’ve imagined,” Elder Henley says. He chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “I’ll acknowledge that I was rather skeptical when you first introduced the idea, Shawn, but it’s gone rather well.”The other Elders at the meeting seem to concur. Shawn inclines his head at them. “Well, we have a strong team. Everyone standing in front of you here more than pulled their weight,” The Alpha says breezily, and I have to commend how well-planned that comment is. By shifting the praise to the team of section leaders behind him, including me, Shawn has inadvertently reminded everyone in the room of my contribution without being overtly obvious. It also cements my place as one of them. Even though I agreed to face this thing and let him help me, I made it clear to him that I didn’t want it to be obvious that he was in my corner, mainly for the sake of his standing with the pack. Until the truth was actually prov
*Shawn*“So, we’re not expecting any onslaughts from our neighbors for a while, right?” Aaron asks. I shake my head, eyeing the papers in my hand. “Doesn’t look like it. Patrol reports say that they haven’t spotted any packs trying to claim the contested borderlands. So, by the time they do, we’ll probably have built up a decent enough defense.”“We’re back,” he answers through a yawn, stretching. “It’s about time. I wasn’t sure we’d ever recover after … well, you know.”“We’re getting there,” I correct. “We’re not quite there yet, but we’re getting there. I think we can do this.”“Of course,” Aaron says. The look we share says everything we don’t–we both lost important people in the name of defending the pack and both of us doubted our capabilities to help bring Ashborne back to where it once was. But now… Now we have hope we didn’t before. And it’s an amazing feeling. “I’ve got some plans for the rest of the night, so if there’s nothing els
*Shawn*“We’ve been combing the surrounding trails, but it’s like her scent just vanished,” Aaron says, his face hardened with concentration. He keeps pace with me as I head to the meeting room, my eyes set dead ahead. “I’ve sent out some of our patrol scouts to extend the search area, but I didn’t want to add any more numbers until I got your permission.”“Thank you,” I reply, and the sound of my own voice is foreign to me. “Keep them on the trails, but don’t send any more shifters out until we get more information. I want everyone who saw her in the last four hours in that room.”“Already done,” Amara notes, flanking my other side. Her tears have dried leaving only the evenly-tempered and focused healer I know to solve any problem with ease. The time immediately after Amara told me that Vanessa was missing felt like an eternity of terror rolled into a single moment. Everything felt wrong–the air was too suffocating, my skin was too tight, my heart too fast but at
*Vanessa*My head is pounding. Various aches and pains are spread throughout my body, but it’s the throbbing headache that takes all of my attention. I’m lying on my back, spread out on an uncomfortable mattress, and even before I open my eyes, I know that I’m inside some kind of building. It smells … familiar. I immediately flashback to when I woke up from my mini coma all those months ago, finding myself in Ashborne’s infirmary with Amara’s comforting brown eyes staring down at me. At the time, I’d been terrified. But now, thinking of being back there fills me with such a sense of nostalgia and longing that it hurts, seemingly compounding the pain in my head. I move to raise my hand, wanting to check for any injuries when I feel the bite of metal against my skin. Startled, I finally open my eyes and look down to see a handcuff strapped to my wrist, attached to a chain that runs behind me and terminates in a wall attachment. I panic, floundering arou
*Vanessa*I’ve spent most of my life accustomed to the feeling of fear. I know the taste of it, the way it wraps itself around one’s bones and paralyzes even the bravest of shifters. I’d feared many things over the course of my time in Helbane and even more during my stay in Ashborne, rejection, and exile being the two most primal.And I would’ve expected to feel more of the same now, being dragged back to this hellhole I once called home. I thought I’d be terrified if I ever came back here, scared of being torn to shreds. But now that I’m here, staring at the face of the person who betrayed me, I feel nothing but rage. “Ramona,” I say, the ice in my voice at odds with the fire I feel pouring out of my glare. Ramona, for her part, shows nothing less than her fake saccharine smile. "Vanessa!”She walks toward me, her arms open and I scuttle back on the mattress, making it obvious that I don’t want her near me. “Don’t touch me.”She stops, as though
*Shawn*I’m pacing the floor of the square, my mind a storm of racing thoughts. My eyes keep skimming the horizon, waiting for any sign of Aaron. He was the first one to volunteer to scout the borderlands and look for clues as to who took Vanessa. And truthfully, he was the only one I trusted to do this. I had my own suspicions about who was responsible for her disappearance. Most packs wouldn’t dare to kidnap a member of another pack. There was too much to risk in terms of politics. It would automatically be taken as a sign of aggression, one worthy of welcoming a fight. But Vanessa was a lower-ranked shifter in Helbane before she joined Ashborne. Helbane itself was hardly a contender for one of the top spots in the general territory, so it was highly unlikely that she would’ve been known to other packs. The only logical reasoning that would lead an Alpha to take another shifter would be if they knew said shifter was a rogue. A stray. And again, the