Chapter 1 Chapter 1 - Isis

To best understand the present and prepare for the future, one must look to the past. So as I sit in Kurt's apartment, sitting Indian-style on a yoga mat, I let my mind wander. I let myself go back. To go back to what I like to call our beginning. It wasn't a happy beginning, but it was where our story truly started. And it was from the ugly pain that we came together. We might be broken, but together we will rebuild ourselves stronger than before. And if we can rebuild ourselves that way, I have to believe together we can rebuild his grandmother's pack. ***Three Years Ago*** Thwack. “Useless.” Thwack. “Worthless.” Thwack. “You could never be a hunter.” Thwack Thwack. “You’ll never be as good as Khalid.” Thwack. Thwack. “I wish I had never given birth to you.” THWACK. Thud. I blinked, clenching my jaw, trying to not cry out in pain as tears welled in my eyes. I didn’t even dare look up at my mother. I just laid there on the training floor, holding my bruised ribs. She didn’t say anything more, and I could tell by the hesitation of her shoes that she considered kicking me but instead turned and walked out muttering about how worthless I was. I laid there waiting till I knew she was gone before even trying to get to my feet. I groaned, wincing as I managed to stand up. Everything hurts. But nothing hurts more than my heart. I’ve always known my mother didn’t love me. I have felt it all my life. But it’s getting worse each year. She can write off all the physical abuse as part of my combat training. But the verbal abuse… it's not necessary. She doesn’t talk that way to Khalid when she spars him. Why must she be so cruel to me? What did I ever do to make her hate me? Because I had to have done something, right? I just need to know what it was so I can make it right. Maybe if I fix whatever I did, my mom won’t be mad. And then she’ll treat me the same way she does Khalid. I doubt I’ll find it out today. I fight back my tears as I slowly make my way down the hall, having to lean into the wall to stay upright. She really did a number on me today. I should go to the infirmary. But why bother? It will only help my physical pain. And I’d prefer to just focus on that than the emotional pain. “Hey, sweetie.” Dad's smile faulted as he saw me coming around the corner. “Another rough session with your mother?” he frowned. “I have a lot to learn to get better in combat. But don’t worry, dad. I’m and Adio. I was born to be a great hunter like the rest of our family.” I forced a smile at him. Please don’t see through my fake smile. Please just take it at face value. “That’s the way. You’ll improve. I just know it.” He smiled, kissing my forehead. “Now I have a meeting with your grandfather about some werewolves causing trouble in India. Go get yourself patched up and rest.” he nodded, heading down the hall. I sighed in relief that he didn’t question me further. I don’t think I could handle it otherwise. I thankfully didn’t run into anyone else as I made my way from the lower levels of our guild’s base and into our family’s home. With her at best indifference to at worst outright dismissive attitude, mom has the others in the guild follow suit. I don't have a friend among them. In the house, I crept to the kitchen, grabbing an ice pack, a bottle of water, and a bag of sweet chili Tiger chips to take up to my room. I paused, hiding behind the wall when I heard giggling from the living room. Carefully, keeping low even though it hurt to do so, I crept around the corner to see what was going on. I rolled my eyes seeing my brother making out with Dania Opeyemi, a girl from our school. I can't stand her. She’s not part of the guild and is utterly clueless about the supernatural. She’s also one of those prissy girls that hang on my brother because they think he’s so handsome. Gag. And worse, I have to hear them talk about him. Some have tried to act friendly to me to get close to him. Dania isn’t one of those. No, she’s a total bitch to me, unless he’s around. When he’s around, she’s suddenly sunshine and rainbows and makes me out to be the bitch. What I wouldn’t give to kick her ass. But even if I know I could, we have a strict policy about fighting humans. Unless we can prove they are using witchcraft for dark purposes, we leave humans alone. I’d say she’s used dark magic to get her tongue down my brother’s throat. But that would imply he wasn’t willing. Khalid knows the girls at school think he’s hot, and he uses it to his advantage. He’s a total playboy. My dad says Khalid will settle down, but for now, there's nothing wrong with him sowing his wild oats for now. Gross. “Khalid…” Dania’s giggle becomes a moan. I resist the urge to vomit as they disappear from sight. I don’t want to know what they are doing on our family sofa. I make a mental note to dose it with Lysol before ever getting within two feet of it. Using their distracted state, I hurry up the stairs and into my bedroom. Tossing everything onto my bed, I grabbed my laptop, tossing it onto my bed too. I sighed, pulling my tank top up enough, frowning as I looked at the bruising across my soft bronze skin. Is that what my mother doesn’t like? That somehow, I ended up being of a fair complexion than her and dad? I mean, it’s just like my blue eyes and this blonde streak that make up the left side of my bangs. They are a genetic abnormality. Recessive genes managed to win. It isn’t like I can control it. I sighed, digging into my desk and taking out the roll of bandage. Clenching my jaw, I wrapped my ribs then put the ice pack over that, wrapping it in place. “That’s the best I can do now.” I sighed, pulling my blood-stained tank top back down. I settle onto my bed after moving my pillows around to create a little fort to support me in a slightly upright position. I set my bag of chips on the bed and my water on my nightstand as I opened my tablet. It took my five passwords to log in since I have to use so many encryption programs. Technically the guild only requires four layers of encryption. I use the fifth to keep them out, especially with what I had planned. I’d researched for a few weeks before deciding to join this forum. I’d created a profile. Deciding to use Ceraun was going to be my handle. Of all the options for teens dealing with abusive households, this seemed the best. I sighed, taking a pained sip of water as I contemplated what to wring. Ceraun: I’ve never done this before. Not just joining an online forum. But I’ve never talked about what really happens behind closed doors. I don’t even know where to begin. I was still trying to think of what more I should even say. I didn’t expect an immediate response or anything. But soon, I got a notification that someone had commented. I quickly opened it to see what the response was. Narchis: This is a safe place, Ceraun. No one is going to judge you. So just start where you feel comfortable. I smiled because I felt like, for once, someone was going to listen. I hadn’t realized how alone I felt and how desperate I belonged until I started talking to Narchis. That first night we ended up DMing since I wasn’t fully ready to tell my truth to everyone. They, well, he as I found out, was very understanding. He didn’t push me to talk about anything. He let me control the flow of the conversation. And as I shared my story, telling him how my mother never wanted me. How she was constantly emotionally abusive, comparing me to my perfect older brother. And how recently she’s becoming physically abusive. He listened without interruption and shared his story. He came from a broken home, to put it lightly. His dad had raped his mom. As a result, his mom was always somewhat distant from him. They have a restraining order against his dad. But the man was always finding ways to violate that restraining order. And the times he has resulted in Narchis getting hurt. I felt for him. I felt such a solid connection to this complete stranger. It was more profound than any connection I had with even my family. What probably would have been just a one-off turned into talking a couple of times a week. To eventually us talking daily. We shared all our secrets or at least those we could. I couldn’t tell him about the guild or anything like that. He’d never understand that part of my life. I mean, he’d think I was crazy if I told him my family hunts supernatural creatures. And the last thing I want is for Narchis to think I’m weird. He’s the first friend I’ve made. I can’t lose him because my family is VanHelsing level freaks.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2 - Kurt

I furrowed my brow as I walked into my living room, towel wrapped around my waist to find my mate sitting with her eyes closed on a hot pink yoga mat. "So I don’t want to break your meditative state. But what are you doing, beautiful?” I asked, cocking my head. She half opens one blue eye to peer at me. Her cheeks instantly stain pink as both eyes open wide, her mouth forming a perfect o as she realizes I’m standing here in a towel, still wet with water dripping down my chest and over the claw mark scar Siegfried gave me when he tried to kidnap me when I was seven. Motherfucker may he burn in hell. “You alright?” I tried so hard to not laugh. “I… I’m fine.” Isis squeaked. I failed. I started to laugh. “Don’t laugh at me.” she pouted. “I”m not laughing at you, per se. Just at how fucking adorable and sexy you are.” I explained. I sighed as my laughter faded. She blushed brighter. “Kurt.” she sighed, smiling ever so softly. “Do you want me to get clothes on?” I offered, pointing over my shoulder to my bedroom. ‘Or better we get her out of her clothes and complete the mate bond.’ Godric offered. ‘Keep it in your pants. Unless you want us to die.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘John Kinsley can kiss my furry backside. He cannot stand between us being with our mate. It goes against the laws of his pack.’ Godric scoffed. ‘Amusing that you assume it’s John I’m scared of.’ I snort. ‘Logan can kiss my ass too.’ Godric rolled his eyes. ‘Guess again. It’s not anyone from Bloodmoon I don’t want to upset.’ I shook my head. Godric sighed as he finally got the picture. Our mate only recently lost her mother, her brother is goddess knows where, she hasn’t heard anything from the man she was raised by, and it’s been a month since Bastet was unbound. ‘Fine. I would never ask that we push our mate into something she’s not ready for.’ Godric conceded. “You… you don’t need to get dressed. I mean, this is your home.” Isis shook her head. “Our.” I corrected. “Hmm? Are you talking about yourself and Godric?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. That streak of blonde fell over her vivid blue eyes. They were the color of the Mediterranean, and if I stared at them too much longer, I was going to drown. “No. I’m talking about you and me. We’re mates Isis. Everything that is mine is yours.” I smiled. “Oh…” she blushed again. “So, what are you doing out here?” I decided to change the question to distract her from being embarrassed. “Oh, I was reflecting. I was taught to better understand the present and prepare for the future. You must look to your past.” Isis explained. “And what were you reflecting on?” I arched an eyebrow. “How we met.” she smiled. “Oh? You mean when you gave me a heart attack showing up in my London hotel room?” I chuckled. Isis shook her head. “Well, ‘met’ might be subjective. I reflected on when I joined the forum, and you were the first person to respond to me. That’s where we began. I hadn’t even seen your face, but I felt comfortable talking to you.” she sighed. “I remember that well. I’d been on the forum for a couple of years by then. I can’t even explain what drew me to respond to you. And how so quickly our conversations became my favorite part of my day.” I smiled, extending my hand to her. “Maybe somewhere in us we knew what we were?” she offered, taking my hand letting me pull her to her feet. Her body inches from mine. She is so damn tempting wearing black leggings and a tank top. With our height difference, I could see heaven, meaning into her cleavage. ‘You better stop looking. You keep looking at Isis's breasts, and she’s going to realize it when you pop wood.’ Godric warned. He made a good point, so I did my best to focus on her eyes. But when I looked into them, they were brighter than before. “Bastet.” I greeted with a smirk. “Enjoying the view, mate?” Bastet smirked, arching an eyebrow. Her voice isn’t too different from Isis’s, but it holds a more dangerous edge to the silky smooth voice of my sweet innocent mate. “If I say yes, are you going to punch me?” I teased. She shook her head. “If I say no, are you going to punch me?” I asked. She nodded. I started to chuckle, but the laughter died off as she pressed her hand to my bare chest, slowly racking Isis’s nails down my skin. Godric took that as some sort of sign because he pushed forward. “You shouldn’t tempt us, goddess.” he growled. Well, it was more like a purr but whatever. “Goddess?” Bastet arched her brow. Her hand still trailing lower, reaching for the towel. “You and Isis are named for goddesses of Egypt. And to us, you are our goddess.” Godric answered. “And does that mean you will worship us?” Bastet questioned, tugging at the towel. I sucked in a breath because she does that again, and this towel is going down, and I’m going to be left standing here in nothing but my birthday suit with a hardon. “Every day for the rest of our life.” Godric vowed. I would tell him to not make promises on my behalf. But I fully agree. I will happily worship Isis for the rest of my life. “Good…” Bastet smiled, leaning up her lips closer to mine. “Answer.” she licked her lips, tongue brushing mine in the process. Godric growled, wrapping an arm around her, and just as he was about to kiss her, I pulled him back. ‘No.’ I commanded as I saw Isis’s eyes change. It was Isis now as she looked aghast at the position we were in. Her hand was still holding the towel. My arm around her and our lips, not even a half-inch apart. “I… she…” Isis stammered. “I know. Doesn’t change that I want to kiss you. But I won’t let Godric and Bastet do as they please without considering us.” I assured her. Isis gulped, eyes looking directly into mine. This woman sees me. Every time she looks at me, I feel like she sees deep into my soul. “I want that too.” she whispered. That’s all I needed. My lips were against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. My lips slowly and methodically worked against hers. That slow burn and sparks of the mate bond going right to my dick. Her lips parted in a soft gasp, and my tongue snuck its way into her mouth. Fuck she tastes as good as she smells. Like a dark chocolate mint truffle. Decadent, a little bitter, sweet, and oh so refreshing. I could kiss her all day, just enjoying the taste of her lips and tongue. Apparently, this slow burn of a kiss drove us both crazy because she moaned, pressing her body flush to mine. And I think this last part she did unintentionally. She pulled my towel away when she moved her hand to wrap around my neck. Now I was standing naked in our living room, her body pressed against me, and I know she must feel my hardon pressing into her. I didn’t even count to two in my head before her eyes went wide, and she leaned her head back, breaking the kiss. “Kurt...um…” she blushed. “You’re the one that pulled the towel off, Isis.” I smirked. “I cannot be held liable for how my body reacts to you.” I added. She sighed, rolling her eyes, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Is my nudity an issue? Or can we go back to kissing?” I arched my brow. ‘I vote we keep kissing her and strip her, so we aren’t the only ones naked. I bet you money Bastet would be down to mate.’ Godric suggested. ‘Shut up, horny wolf. Isis has to be comfortable with that.’ I warned him. “Why don’t you put at least shorts on.” Isis suggested. I sighed and nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “As you wish. You’re going to have to get used to nudity eventually. You’re a werewolf.” I winked, taking the towel and wrapping it around myself. “There’s nudity, and then there’s you naked.” Isis sighed. I chuckled. “And what might that mean?” I asked, folding my arms. “Well, I mean, look at you.” she gestured to me. I raised an eyebrow and glanced down at myself. I’m in good shape. Most werewolves are. Sure, I’m a bit more muscular than most, but that’s the Alpha blood. Blood that I wish I didn’t have. I mean no offense to my grandmother or her family that ruled the Silverclaw pack well. But that gene pool was tainted by the Drechsler family. “I don’t really see what the problem is. I’m on par with most wolves my age.” I shrugged. Isis gave me a ‘bullshit’ look. “The ranked females were having a whole conversation about your dick at the full moon.” Isis sighed. I furrowed my brow because what the fuck. “What? Wait. Back that up. Why were the ranked females, which includes your Aunt who till the full moon I can positively say had never seen me naked, talking about my dick?” I questioned, holding a hand up. Isis blushed brightly. “I wasn’t probably supposed to say that.” Clapping a hand over her mouth. I laughed and pulled her hand away. “Uh-huh. You need to talk. Unless my mouth is what’s stopping you from talking.” I smirked. Isis huffed, puffing her cheeks most adorably. “Fine." I love this woman. I’m pretty sure I loved her before I met her. "But you cannot breathe a word of this to my Auntie Sarael.” Isis sighed. “I wouldn’t exactly go up to any of the ranked females and ask why they were talking about my dick. Alpha, John, or Charles would lob my head off. And I don’t even know which head I’d lose.” I assured her. Isis laughed softly. God, I love her laugh. It’s the perfect melody. “Okay, well, I guess my Aunt was asking Luna Aurelia and Gamma Sybille about how normal it is to be as horny as she’d been feeling. And if John was somehow just that talented or it was normal for sex with a werewolf male to be that much better than a human.” Isis explained. I shook my head, blinking, trying to get that mental image out of my head. “I really don’t want to think about John having sex. I was too accustomed to him being the Virgin Beta. Anyways, continue.” I nodded. “Well, it turned into a conversation that rank matters. And those of Alpha blood tend to be more… um… endowed….” Isis bashfully gestured to my crotch. I started to laugh. I can't believe the ranked females of our pack were gossiping about dick sizes. “Well, I guess they have a point. I’ve obviously seen the ranked males after a shift. And while many males like to think, never speak it but think that they are taller than our Alpha, this creates some sense of superiority. That all gets shot in the face when they see him naked.” I shook my head, laughing. “Will you stop laughing?” Isis huffed lightly, hitting my chest. “I’m sorry. It’s just funny. The ranked females were gossiping about dick sizes with my mate. I’m rather surprised Sarael would gossip least of all with you right there.” I sighed. “Well, I kind of came into the end of the conversation with Luna Aurelia commenting on your size.” Isis admitted. “Ah well, I’m still alive, so Alpha didn’t hear his mate comment on my dick.” I smiled. Isis sighed. “Yes, and I’m grateful for that. I wouldn’t want to lose my mate. Now go put clothes on. I’ll make dinner.” she shoved at me. “Okay. I’m going.” I smiled, stealing another kiss before ducking into the bedroom to change.

Chapter 3 Chapter 3 - Isis

Living with Kurt is still taking me time to get used to. It’s been two months now, and I still get nervous. I know my hesitation in moving forward with completing the bond is grinding on Bastet’s nerves. And if I’m annoying my own wolf, I can imagine what I’m doing to Kurt and Godric. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just, well, I never really had the sex talk with mo… with Sakina. And even if I had, I’d still be afraid. I’ve seen Kurt naked, both flaccid and hard. I don’t see how that’s going to fit. ‘Oh, it will fit, and we will revel in the full feeling he’ll give us.’ Bastet licked her lips. I sighed. ‘Are all wolves horny creatures?’ I questioned. ‘No. And I’m not simply a horny creature. It is in my nature to want to complete the mating process. Once we’ve done that and finished going into heat, I won’t be as pent up. But till then, I’m going to continue filling your mind with images of Kurt’s impressive cock.’ she shrugged. I sighed. Great. Until I am finally mentally ready to have sex with Kurt, my mind will be 24/7 Kurt porn. ‘Why are you not ready? You obviously care very much for him. You were in love with him before I brought us to him in London. So what’s the problem? You love him. He loves you. He wants you. You want him.’ Bastet questioned. ‘I’m not good enough for him.’ I lamented. I'm delighted I can finally talk to her. I’ve never had someone I could talk to about this stuff. I’ve always told Kurt basically everything. But I can’t talk to him about him or my own hangups about our relationships. Bastet scoffed. ‘How on earth did you come to that conclusion? You were born to be his mate. We were born to be with him just as he was born to be with us. Who are you to say the moon goddess is wrong?’ ‘I’m not saying that. It’s just. Bastet, look at me. I was a subpar hunter born into a family of famous hunters. Look at everything my m… that Sakina did. Her blood runs through my veins. I’m a half-breed, a hybrid, whatever. How am I supposed to be a Luna? To be the sort of mate Kurt needs to take the rings of his grandmother’s disgraced pack? No wolf is going to want to follow him with me at his side.’ I frowned, sinking deeper into the bathwater. ‘What Sakina did is inexcusable. But she is not you, and while yes, the Adio blood runs in your veins, it also runs in Sarael’s. And she’s taken to being a Beta female seamlessly. Sakina is no better than Seigfried. If those fucks who’d willingly follow a bastard like him have an issue following us, we put them in their place.’ Bastet snorted. ‘Bastet…” I sighed. ‘No, you need to listen to me, Isis. All the shit Sakina said to you growing up was bullshit. It was her insecurities and fear because she never wanted her dark secret to come to light. And if she hadn’t had me bound, you’d have been stronger even before I woke up. Now you have me, and we are strong. We are a Luna, and we have the power equal to an Alpha.’ Bastet tried to psych me up. I sighed as I heard a soft knock at the door. “Hey, babe. Not looking to rush you. But there is only one bathroom in the apartment.” Kurt’s voice called out. I chuckled softly. “I’ll be right out.” I called out as I pulled the plug. I sighed, getting out of the tub grabbing a towel to dry off. ‘You should have just invited him to join us.’ Bastet teased. I rolled my eyes as I slipped my robe on and wrapped the towel around my hair. “Sorry I took so long.” I apologized, stepping out of the bathroom. “You don’t need to apologize.” Kurt shook his head. He's such a sweetheart. And he’s so patient with me. “I should go get dressed. You said we were going on a date. Right?” I asked. “Mhm. As long as you’re still up for it.” he nodded. “Any hints on what I should wear?” I asked. He’d been secretive about this date. And looking at what he’s wearing isn’t giving me many clues. He’s wearing black jeans with a blue button-down with the top three buttons left open, showing just a hint of his chest. ‘He looks hot.’ Bastet purred. “Wear what will make you feel the most comfortable.” Kurt suggested. “Pajamas are the most comfortable.” I teased. “And you look gorgeous in them. But we will be in public, so maybe not your cute hello kitty PJs.” he winked. I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Fine. You seem to be dressy casual. I’ll try to match.” I sighed. “Sounds good. Meet you in the living room.” he smiled, giving me a quick kiss ducking into the bathroom. I sighed and went to the bedroom and started trying to decide what to wear. I don’t have a lot, just a few pieces I’ve picked up while we were traveling in Europe. I ended up putting on dark wash skinny jeans, an aqua roused blouse, and a pair of brown ankle boots that I knew would go well with my brown leather jacket. “Wow…” Kurt’s mouth was hanging open slightly when I walked out, putting in my dangly earrings. I’d brushed my hair out and put it up into a messy bun. “Hmm?” I cocked my head. “You look gorgeous.” Kurt smiled, making me blush. “Oh… um, thank you. It’s not like you haven’t seen this outfit or at least the individual pieces before.” I smiled, getting my coat. “Doesn’t matter. You are always gorgeous.” Kurt smiled, taking my hand. The sparks of our bond send a jolt of calming pleasure, I know oxymoron, through me. Every time he touches me, my heart skips, and if I’m honest, pussy clench. But this time, I felt a surge of calm and realized it was because he wanted me to be relaxed. I hope that I have had a similar effect on him. ‘We do. Or at least we can when that’s the energy we put out. You know once we complete the bond, it won’t even require touching to affect his mood or for him to affect yours.’ Bastet pointed out. I rolled my eyes because I just wanted to enjoy our date and not keep thinking about completing the mate bond. I”m surprised to see we are leaving Mount Hood. Since arriving in Oregon, the only time we’ve left the capital city of the Bloodmoon Pack has been to see my Aunt Sarael. But now that she’s moving into Mount Hood with Uncle John, we won’t have to leave even to do that. I couldn’t help but smile as we passed the ‘Now Leaving Mount Hood’ sign. But for as happy as I am to explore beyond the city limits, I’m terrified. I know there are possibly still hunters out there. Maybe even my own brother lurking in the shadows. And if I’m not worried about the hunters, there are the disgruntled members of the Syndicate who’d like nothing more than to kill Kurt and take the role of Alpha. “We’ll be safe.” Kurt assured me as if he could read my mind. ‘More like body language. Girl, you get any tenser, he’s going to think we are a mannequin.’ Bastet sighed. I sighed, trying to relax as he reached over, placing his hand on my leg. “I promise. And while I like the idea of a date just us. It’s a double date.” he admitted. I furrowed my brow. “Who are we doubling with?” I questioned. “Mikali and Annai. And before you asked, Alpha said it was okay. Luna Aurelia isn’t going anywhere without him, so her guards are free.” Kurt smiled. “It’ll be fun." As much as I wanted to be alone with Kurt, the fact that we’d have Mikali, one of the Luna guards, with us does make me feel better. " I’ve enjoyed getting to know Annai and some of the other females who are mated to your friends.” I smiled. “So you aren’t mad?” Kurt asked, pulling into a parking spot at the movie theater. “Of course not. And oo we’re going to see a movie?” I smiled, glad I didn’t overdress for this date. “Mhm. Mikali is one of my best friends, and I don’t mind double dates. But at least in a movie theater, we get the semblance of privacy in the dark.” Kurt winked, climbing out of the car. I laughed, shaking my head, taking his hand as we headed for the entrance. I was looking around for the familiar faces of Mikali and Annai when we came to a sudden stop. I looked around and realized why we had stopped before even getting out to the sidewalk. A woman with a black pixie cut with purple streaks, sharp piercing blue eyes, and sharp facial features dressed like she only shops at HotTopic or is an extra in an Underworld movie was standing in front of us. Dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, black brocade long sleeve high collar five-button irregular hem top, and black leather thigh-high boots. Even her makeup was dark, dark purple eyeshadow, black eyeliner, black lipstick. She was not playing up her features more like sharpening them. Four males were otherwise surrounding us, putting Bastet on edge and ready for a fight. Especially as the female folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at me before looking at Kurt like he was a piece of meat and she was hungry. ‘Rip her throat out.’ Bastet encouraged. “Get out of our way, Noya.” Kurt growled. Noya? This is Noya? The Syndicate extremist. The one most loyal to Siegfried. I’ve heard about her over the years. Initially, it was weird that Kurt would talk about some crazy girl who thought his biological father was some messiah or whatever. After finding out he’s a werewolf and so am I, it made more sense. Noya was a loyal follower of Siegfried. And since he died, she’s wanted that power. “I’m here to make you an offer.” Noya coldly spoke. “You have nothing we want. So the answer is no.” Kurt answered, his anger barely contained. “You’re going to listen to what I have to offer, or the pup dies. Well, after I let the boys….” Noya nodded to the four males surrounding us. “Have their fun with her.” her lips curled into a sinister smile. Instinctively I moved closer to Kurt, who in turn was pulling me closer. I glanced at the males, and they were all eyeing me, making my skin crawl. ‘Let’s murder them all. I could have it done before they blink.’ Bastet offered. ‘We can’t just do that in the open. We are in a human city.’ I shook my head.

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 - Kurt

All I wanted was to have a nice date night with my mate. Maybe spend more time making out than watching the movie. But nothing about my plans for tonight included any of the Syndicate, least of all this witch. No, seriously, my understanding is her mother was a witch. “You think threatening my mate will get you anywhere? These males would be dead before they could touch her. And you will burn like the witches of old.” I growled. I could feel Godric’s rage and the fire he controls sparking at his fury. “Big talk from a coward.” Noya sneered. “Get to your point. We have a date to get to.” Isis… no, that’s Bastet, rolled her eyes. “Know your place, mutt.” Noya scoffed. “Hi pot, I'm kettle. You do realize you're a hybrid too? I can’t stand hypocrites.” Bastet shook her head. Noya narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I know I’m a hybrid. But at least my mother was a witch, someone of power. And not some murderous hunter human scum.” She snarled. “I’m bored. So either say what you came to say, or I show you and your merry band of scumbags what that murderous hunter taught me.” Bastet threatened, or rather promised. Bastet and Isis are two sides of a coin. While Bastet is the bold, foul-mouthed, bitch who would cut your throat with a smile. Isis is the sweet, warm, and loving girl who would prefer not to get into a fight. It makes for a fascinating combination. ‘A very hot combination.’ Godric commented. On that, I can agree. It also makes it easier to know if Isis or Bastet is in control. Noya rolled her eyes and looked at me. “Your choices are simple, Kurt. The best for all is that you choose me as your mate...” Noya started to speak. She only got that much out of her lips, and suddenly my mate was no longer at my side. In a blink, she had Noya pinned with her claws digging into her throat. “Kurt is ours, trash.” Bastet snarled. Godric was smiling, beaming with pride at our mate. I never doubted her abilities. But with the Syndicate, it’s never a fair fight. The four males moved to try and get involved. “I don’t think so. I reject your offer. And you four….” I held my arms out and let the flames come forward, hitting each with a blast of fire. “Are going to be the example of what happens to anyone that comes for my mate,” I growled, knowing my eyes were glowing as Godric was just as forward as I was. The four men howled in pain as they dropped to the ground rolling and removing their jackets to escape the flames. “Ahh…” Isis grunted as Noya kicked her off her. I quickly moved to catch Isis before she stumbled too far back. “This isn't over. I gave you an easy out. You’ve chosen the hard way.” Noya growled just as she and the four males vanished. Just like Seigfried and some of his pack did when they attacked the Christian ranch over two years ago. That at least answers the question none of us, not even Silvercloud, could answer. “What just happened? Where did they go?” Isis questioned, blinking as she looked around. The smoldering remains of the males' jackets were the only sign they’d even been here. “Noya is a half-breed witch. She can use magic. Apparently, she’s able to transport people similarly to your gift.” I answered, slipping my arms around her in the guise of keeping her steady. “I don’t like her. Bastet, well, she wants her dead.” Isis frowned, looking at the spot Noya had just been. “I don’t like her either. And Godric is on board with killing her. It was really hot that you… or I suppose Bastet went for her throat at her offer to be my chosen mate.” I teased, leaning to nip at her neck. She wiggled slightly in my hold but really only tilted her head, giving me more access to her neck. “It wasn’t just Bastet. It would have been one thing if she was issuing a challenge. But to stand there and even suggest that you take her as your mate. It made my blood boil.” Isis sighed. “I feel exactly the same. Noya and those males are lucky I didn’t burn them to a crisp for suggesting hurting you. You are mine. And no one else will ever do.” I assured her as I peppered her neck with kisses. The urge to mark her was so damn strong right now. “Whoa hey… save that for dark and or private places.” Mikali’s voice taunted as he approached, holding his mate’s hand. Annai was snickering behind her hand, green eyes twinkling with amusement. “Let them be. We were just as bad when we first met.” Annai sighed. Isis blushed and moved just enough to create space. I don’t like or want space. “You make it sound like you stopped being all over each other.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Fair. So… we miss the bonfire?” MIkali asked, nodding to the smoldering jackets. “Noya and some Syndicate males tried to start shit. We handled them, but they got away.” I shrugged. “Start shit? Bitch had the gall to suggest you take her as a chosen mate. She’s lucky I didn’t shift and let Bastet rip her throat out.” Isis scoffed. “Well damn. Look at you, Kurt. Went from pariah to hot commodity.” Mikali teased. Isis’s brow furrowed in that adorable way that made me want to kiss her. “He’s talking about how in school, because of who I am, or rather who my father was, girls avoided me. So I was the least popular of our group.” I sighed. “Well, those she-wolves are stupid to not have seen you for the amazing and handsome guy you are.” Isis snorted. I chuckled, slipping my arm around her. “The only female who I want to think I’m amazing and handsome is you. The rest don’t matter. If I learned anything from David, it is that you don’t date while you wait to find your mate.” I chuckled. “That’s a good point. And since we both have mates and are here to go on a date. Let’s head inside and do that.” Mikali suggested. “I want to enjoy my night off. Tomorrow will be a busy day for me. Luna has a lot of places to be.” he sighed. “The price you pay for being the guard of our Luna.” I shrugged as we headed for the cinema. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t mind. It pays well. And I get along with her. But the pregnancy mood swings are hard to predict and prepare for.” Mikali sighed. “Is David better about it? His mate has already had one pregnancy.” Isis asked. “A little but well, Luna is very different from his mate, and she’s carrying the next Alpha making her mood swings more volatile.” Mikali shrugged. We all laughed as we got our tickets and then our snacks. “Alright enough talking about work. I am here to have a night out with my mate. Not to listen to him talk about work.” Annai groaned, her Russian accent coming in a bit thicker with her annoyance. English is obviously her second language, but she’s fluent and living here the last two years, her accent isn’t as pronounced. But if you get her riled up, not only does the accent come out, but piss her off enough, and she’ll start speaking Russian. “Yes, of course. Let’s go get seats. Maybe not in the same row or even side of the theater as them.” Mikali suggested with a naughty twinkle in his honey eyes. Isis certainly didn’t miss the implication. “I think that’s a great idea.” I smirked, took her hand, and headed for the far back of the theater. Isis was blushing as she took our seats on the right side of the theater. I like how the theater has two-person seats along the sides, and then the middle is where they have the longer rows. So it’s just the two of us in our cozy spot in the back. “You picked the back of the theater on purpose.” Isis shook her head as she took her jacket off and found a place for it and her purse. “Is it a bad thing I want to enjoy the movie uninterrupted with my mate?” I arched an eyebrow. Okay, so my eyebrow is arched because I’m watching her bending to hang her jacket over the seat. God damn, her ass in those jeans is perfection. ‘It’s a great ass’ Godric nodded. See, Godric gets it. “No, I suppose not. Just remember we are in public.” Isis sighed as she settled into her seat. “Now, if you are done checking my ass out, sit down. The movie is about to start.” Isis pointed to the seat next to her, smiling. I chuckled, putting drinks and our large popcorn down, and settled in next to her. One thing I wish movie theaters did is getting rid of the middle armrest on the two-person rows. It just gets in the way of proper cuddling. This is why I prefer streaming movies. Then we’d be comfy and cuddling on the sofa. Maybe next time. She smiled and linked her arm with mine, taking my hand and threading our fingers together. “I love you, Kurt.” she whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek before settling her head against my arm. Godric was puffed up with happiness. She’s said it before, and I don’t think either of us will ever grow tired of hearing it. “I love you too, Isis. And I promise one day we will have a date that doesn’t involve a fight.” I smiled as the lights dimmed and the trailers started.

Chapter 5 In Mourning

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good." - W.H. Arden 'Funeral Blues' There will not be a new post Saturday, November 27th. I'm genuinely sorry but I had to put down my 15-year-old beloved cat today. And all inspiration to write has fallen to the wayside.

Chapter 6 Chapter 5 - Isis

I honestly don’t remember anything about the movie we went to see. We spent most of the movie kissing. I’m not sure if I should be thankful or annoyed about the armrest between our seats. ‘Annoyed.’ Bastet scoffed as we waved goodbye to Mikali and Annai in the parking lot. “Did you enjoy the movie?” Kurt asked with a smirk on his lips that were still a little puffy from our kissing. “I don’t know. Didn’t exactly watch it. Someone wouldn’t let me.” I shrugged, sliding into the car. “Was Bastet not letting you watch the movie?” Kurt feigned innocence with that goofy smile on his face. I laughed, shaking my head at him. “Well, she’s part of it. She did keep distracting me from the movie, suggesting I test my strength to rip that middle armrest out.” I sighed. “Our wolves are definitely mates because Godric was thinking the same thing.” Kurt winked. I laughed. This man is just too adorable. I wish I knew his secret to always being so happy. I know what his life has been like, yet he’s always smiling. I idolized his cheery disposition even before we met in person. It became one of the things I loved about him. “Look, I'm sorry. I promise next date night we will do something that doesn’t end up with us making out the whole time.” he promised. “I’m not complaining. Though maybe next time, if you take me to a movie, pick one I’ve either seen or wasn’t interested in so I don’t feel like I missed out.” I suggested. “Good plan. Though I think next time we will just go out for dinner. There’s plenty of great places to eat around here.” Kurt nodded. “I’d like that.” I smiled, reaching over to hold his hand as we drove back to his apartment in Mount Hood. ‘Our apartment. You need to stop thinking about it like we’re a guest. We live with him. It’s our home too.’ Bastet sighed. I know she’s right. And Kurt has made it very clear he wants it to be our home. I just keep, I don’t know, waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the next thing to go wrong. Which given our run-in with Noya, it’s already starting. ‘Noya is a boil on society, and we are going to do the world a favor by lancing her right through the heart.’ Bastet growled. She was still pissed that the rogue had suggested Kurt take her as a chosen mate. ‘You’re still pissed too. Don’t pretend.’ Bastet scoffed. ‘Yes, of course, I’m still angry. I rolled my eyes. I trust Kurt and know he obviously wouldn’t take her up on the offer. I’m his mate, and he isn’t going to just leave me. But there’s not much I can do about it at the moment.’ ‘You know the best way to shut down her challenge.’ Bastet arched a brow at me. ‘Fight her?’ I furrowed my brow. ‘Well, yes, there is that. And we will have to fight Noya eventually. She wants what our mate’s rightful role is. That cannot be allowed. It is Kurt and our duty to take control of those rogues and get them in line. We need to restore the Silverclaw name.’ Bastet went into her tangent. She is very gung ho about Kurt claiming his birthright and becoming an Alpha. I suppose I shouldn’t blame her since she was born to be a Luna as his mate. ‘ We were born to be a Luna. But nonetheless. The best way to prevent anyone having the idiotic idea of forcefully taking our mate is to complete the bond.’ Bastet gave me that stern look. I frowned because I knew she was right. I know she’s ready for us to mate with Kurt. I’m sure Kurt and Godric are both more than ready. I’m the one hold-out in this relationship. It isn’t that I don’t want to. I mean, have you seen Kurt? He’s gorgeous. He’s six feet of wavy chestnut hair, chiseled good looks with a jawline and chin that would make Henry Cavill jealous, those dark eyes with their ever-present glint of mischief, and the body of an Olympic swimmer with his broad shoulders toned lean physique with defined muscles. And then there’s that scar on his chest that adds a dangerous edge to his torso. ‘Our mate is yummy. And you’ve not even gotten to his best feature.’ Bastet licked her lips. ‘His best feature? I thought that was his eyes. I love his eyes.’ I sighed. ‘No, I’m talking about the massive cock he’s packing in those jeans.’ And just to emphasize her point, Bastet brought up the memory of him standing in the living room naked because I unintentionally pulled his towel off. “You alright over there? Do I want to know what you and Bastet have been discussing this whole time?” Kurt’s voice pulled me out of the memory. “I... I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?” I asked my voice, squeaking a little at being caught thinking of him naked. “Because you’re turning as red as a tomato.” Kurt snickered. I groaned. Of course, I was blushing. “We… we were discussing how to handle Noya.” I tried to explain. Kurt arched an eyebrow, a look clearly saying he didn’t believe me. “Right. And you are blushing because of Noya?” he questioned. “Well, Bastet was explaining one way to ensure that Noya couldn’t try to force you into being her mate.” I explained, growling a little because the very thought of it pisses me off. “Calming breaths, Goddess. We both know it will never happen. Outside of her forcefully marking me, she can’t make me be her mate. And even then, you marking me would override that because a true bond is always stronger than a chosen one.” Kurt soothed me, gently squeezing my hand. I nodded, taking three calming breaths getting Bastet back in check before speaking. “I know. And that’s why Bastet wants us to complete the bond. Once we have, there is no way anyone could force us apart.” I sighed. “That’s true. Though until you are ready for that, we aren’t.” Kurt nodded. “Is that why you were blushing? Because Bastet talked about completing the bond?” he asked. “Well, sort of. And I hope you know it isn’t that I don’t want to or that I’m not attracted to you or something silly.” I sighed. “Of course I know that. With the amount of time we spend making out, I already got the memo that you are attracted to me. You’re sixteen and spent sixteen years thinking you were a human, being raised as a human with their set morals. So for you, it probably feels way too soon for intimacy. And that’s cool. Neither Godric nor I am going to rush you.” Kurt smiled, bringing our joined hands up to kiss the back of my hand. “I love you and will wait till you are ready.” he added. I smiled. Every time he tells me he loves me, my insides go to mush. He’s the first person to say that to me. I mean, dad… I mean Imtiaz… and Khalid would say it. But obviously, they meant it in a family way. And given how I’ve heard nothing from Imtiaz, I really don’t think he ever did. When Kurt says it, though, it’s totally different. He means it. When Kurt says it, it’s not just because he thinks he should. He says it because he genuinely does, and he always will. And it just gives me these warm fuzzies to know there is at least one person who will always love me. Someone that I will always love too. “I love you too.” I smiled, leaning over kissing his cheek as we parked. “I don’t know how long it will be. But I also don’t think I’ll be able to hold out too much longer. Between the bond, Bastet, and just how deeply I feel for you, if I wait too much longer, I may go crazy.” I sighed as we headed for our apartment. Kurt laughed, wrapping his arm around me as we walked. “I look forward to it.” he winked. I laughed, leaning into him. Our laughter slowly died as we got to the door and saw a package sitting on his 'Definitely Not A Trap Door’ welcome mat. It’s so dorky that it’s adorable. “Were you expecting anything?” I asked, taking a few steps closer. “No. And if I did, it's late for a delivery.” Kurt frowned, moving cautiously. “It’s addressed to you. No return address. And no postage.” Kurt froze, putting an arm out, stopping me from moving any closer. “Kurt?” I questioned. His eyes were glazed over, so I knew he was linking someone. I’m not sure who he was contacting, but I knew who I could. ‘Uncle John? Aunt Sarael?’ I called out through our family link. It took a moment before they replied. ‘Isis… um… hello.’ Sarael’s voice filled my mind. She sounded out of breath which is weird when you consider we are speaking telepathically. ‘What’s wrong?’ John’s commanding voice spoke out, getting to the point. They just moved into their new house in Kavanagh Glen. I’m probably interrupting their private time. ‘I didn’t mean to intrude. I know you just moved. And may want to be alone. But… um, we just got home. There is a package addressed to me, but there is no postage or return address.’ I explained. ‘Has Kurt contacted my brother or Jonathan?’ John questioned. ‘Probably. He is linking someone right now.’ I answered. ‘Do not touch it till Jonathan clears it. I will be right there.’ John instructed. ‘He means we will be there.’ Sarael added. ‘Okay. Thank you.’ I sighed, feeling relieved they were going to come. “Alpha and Silvercloud are on their way.” Kurt said, taking me to stand away from our door and the package. His eyes never left the suspicious package. “Uncle John and Aunt Sarael are coming too. Uncle John said to not touch it till Jonathan says it’s safe.” I nodded. “It’s still freaky to hear you call him that. I’m used to hearing Hana say it. But I’m glad you contacted them.” Kurt sighed. “Well, get used to it. And maybe someday he’ll let you call him Uncle too.” I tried to smile. To focus on anything that isn’t the box. How did it get here? There aren’t any scents in the hall that are out of place. All I can pick up are the scents of the others who live on our floor. Could it be something from the Syndicate? Could they have gotten a Bloodmoon member to deliver it? Would one of our neighbors help a rogue? There are so many questions. I hope Jonathan gets here quickly to find out what it is and how it got there.

Chapter 7 Chapter 6 - Kurt

I was in a good mood. Sure our date started with the trouble with the Syndicate but it was going great after that. We were making out through the movie. And as we got home Isis was talking about how she thinks soon she’ll be ready to complete our bond. Godric and I are entirely on board with that. I want her to want this. I don’t want it to be because she thinks it’s the only way to ensure people like Noya can’t come between us. And okay it felt good to hear she wants me just as badly. Sure I assumed given how much time we spend making out but it’s nice to hear. To know without a doubt you are wanted. But all those good feelings went straight down the shitter when I saw that box. We had a Se7en moment when we arrived in Incubi Pack, and I do not want to relive that. I am not about that life. I especially don’t like that it’s addressed to Isis. ‘Alpha! Silvercloud!’ I called out in the link because they are the two I need right now. I considered contacting John but he and Sarael just moved into their new house. So he may want privacy. Plus if someone is going to contact him and not get the annoyed John voice it would be Alpha or my mate. ‘This better be good Kurt. Your Luna and I were about to make sundaes and I don’t mean with ice cream.’ Alpha Logan’s growly voice responds. Oh crap. I didn’t want that mental image. ‘I really need to move out of the packhouse. Gross Alpha. Just gross.’ Silvercloud sighed. “My apologies for interrupting Alpha. But I just got home and we have a problem.’ I sighed. ‘We or you have a problem?’ Alpha questioned. ‘Both? Someone left a box on my doorstep addressed to my mate. No return address. No postage. No scent.’ I outlined the problem. I winced as Logan let out an angry growl. ‘God fucking. Fine, I'll be right there. Don’t touch anything. Silvercloud, get your ass moving too. I want to know if it’s safe to open.’ Alpha commanded. ‘Yes, Alpha. See you soon Kurt.’ Silvercloud quickly agreed and the link was closed. I was right that my mate reached out to John. Still freaks me out that she calls him ‘Uncle John’. I mean yes he’s mated to her Aunt Sarael but it’s weird. Weird that she took to calling him that so easily. Weirder still that he’s allowed it. Well, maybe that isn’t too weird. I know how well he treats Hana. I sighed and wrapped my arms around Isis, hugging her to me. I kept looking at that box, we both did. I want to know how it got here almost as much as what’s inside it. I don’t smell anyone who shouldn’t be here. I don’t even smell humans. Just the scents of pack members. I really hope no one from the pack is helping the Syndicate with possible scare tactics or attempts against my mate’s life. Because if I find out one of my neighbors did this I’ll take a page out of Alpha Chesed’s book and skin them alive. Okay, so I probably wouldn’t go that far. ‘I would. Anyone who would willingly aid in attempting to hurt our mate in any way is dead.’ Godric growled. “It will be okay.” Isis softly cooed stroking my back. I furrowed my brow, cocking my head as I looked down at her. “Aren’t I supposed to be assuring you?” I questioned. “Maybe, but we are mates and that means we support each other. And I could feel how tense you are and your eyes were changing so I know Godric is upset too.” Isis shrugged. “I’m worried about what’s in the box too. I hope it’s not like that box we were made to give to Alpha Chesed.” she cast a fearful glance at the box. I shuddered remembering that first meeting with the Alpha of Nightmares. “I don’t know. I hope it’s not too.” I sighed, rubbing her back. “Hope it’s not what?” John questioned as he and Sarael stepped into the hallway from the stairs. “Uncle John, Aunt Sarael.” Isis turned from my hold and rushed to them. She hugged her aunt first and then John. “Beta John. Beta Sarael.” I nodded my head to them. “Alpha and Silvercloud should be here shortly. We discussed that we hope this box isn’t akin to the one we delivered to Alpha Chesed in Italy on our first meeting with him. It was very Se7en.” I wrinkled my nose. “I see. Well as long as it’s not a bomb.” Sarael sighed, running a hand through her hair. “We will know soon enough if it’s safe to open.” John assured with a nod. Isis nodded but her eyes were drawn to her aunt’s left hand and the big ass ruby ring. “OH. MY. GOD!” Isis squealed all fears and thoughts of the box gone. “Is that what I think it is?” Isis questioned pointing to the ring. I recognized it. Luna Elizabeth wore it. It seems she bequeathed it to her eldest son. Sarael smiled softly, relevantly touching the ring. “Yes. John proposed today.” Another squeal escaped my mate as she was now hoping with joy, literally. “I’m so happy for you. For both of you.” Isis beamed hugging Sarael and then John again. “And that ring is gorgeous.” Isis sighed. “Thank you.” Sarael smiled. “Of course the ring is gorgeous. It was our mothers.” Alpha Logan’s voice broke through as he and Silvercloud joined us in the hall. “Alpha.” Isis’s back straightened as she bowed her head in greeting. “Hi Alpha. Hey Silvercloud.” I nodded to them. “Gawking at heirloom rings later. I’ve got a box to inspect.” Silvercloud nodded. “Congrats by the way Betas.” he winked, going past all of us to kneel by the box. All ring talk had fallen to the wayside as Silvercloud opened a case and took out some weird Star Trek-looking device and scanned the box. “Well, there is nothing inside that could explode or that appears to be hazardous to werewolves. I deem it safe to open.” Silvercloud concluded. “Is there anything… um organic inside?” Isis tentatively asked. Silvercloud arched an eyebrow. “Expecting someone to send you a severed head or the missing appendages of a loved one?”“Jonathan, answer my niece without being an imbecile.” John sighed. “Yes, let's hurry this up. You are impeding both Kinsley men from getting laid right now. And by extension, you are impeding your Luna from getting laid, and you don’t want to piss off a pregnant Luna.” Logan growled. Silvercloud held up his hands in surrender. “Of course not. I would never dream of being on the wrong side of Luna Aurelia’s claws. And no, there is nothing organic inside. Want me to open it?” Silvercloud offered. Isis let out a sigh of relief and moved to my side. “Y..yes. Open it.” she nodded. In an instant, Silvercloud used a claw and cut through the tape. “It’s a letter.” he frowned, taking out a piece of parchment. “A box to deliver a letter?” I asked skeptically, furrowing my brow. “I can’t read this. I’m a genius, but I don’t read hieroglyphics. And there’s something else inside. A pendant of a bug.” Silvercloud wrinkled his nose, lifting a gold chain with a sapphire and emerald beetle pendant. Obviously, this has to do with the guild. And my assumption is proved right just by the looks on Isis and Sarael’s faces. “Drop it!” Sarael shouted. “What? Wh… th...fu….”Silvercloud seemed to freeze his words coming out incomplete. “What is that? And what did it do to my Delta?” Logan questioned. “It’s the symbol of the Adio Hunter’s guild. It’s enchanted, so when touched by a supernatural creature, it will freeze them, and if they hold it too long, kill them.” Sarael explained, walking closer. “Don’t touch it.” John shook his head, obviously worried. “Give me your handkerchief. I may straddle the line of human and werewolf, but I’m not risking anything.” Sarael said, holding her hand out to her mate. “Who carries a handkerchief?” I questioned because I couldn’t believe John would have one. John sighed and reached into his pocket. The mother fucker pulls out a crisp white handkerchief with the initials JAH embroidered in blood red at the corner. “Seriously? How fucking old are you, man?” I couldn’t help but ask. John growled at me while his mate rolled her eyes and took the handkerchief using it to carefully take the necklace from Silvercloud. “There.” Sarael nodded, folding the handkerchief securely around the necklace so it couldn’t touch anyone. Silvercloud wiggled his nose then his jaw before doing a full-body shake. “Mother fucker. I didn't like that.” he shuddered. “So this means the Adio guild is coming for Isis. Why not send something to you? Why here? How did they get it not just onto my territory but this deep in to leave on a doorstep?” Logan questioned. “I won’t know till I decipher the message. It’s not as easy as translating hieroglyphics. They get translated, and then that gets translated through the code.” Sarael sighed. “Can you do it?” Logan asked. “Don’t question my mate’s ability.” John gave his brother a stern look. “All I want to know is if my mate is safe. Like no immediate threat.” I sighed. “At the moment, Isis is safe. But I think you shouldn’t go into the apartment. There is no telling what magic may have been cast.” Sarael sighed. “As for reading it. I can translate it, but the code changes every three years. I wouldn’t know what it means now.” Sarael frowned. “I know the code. Unless they changed it in the last few months. I mean, they obviously wanted me to know they were threatening me.” Isis frowned. Logan sighed. “Alright. You two, let’s go. You’re staying at the packhouse for the night. Tomorrow I want the letter deciphered and someone to do a sweep of the whole building. I want every resident brought in for questioning. I want that abomination of a pendant in a lockbox where it can’t hurt anyone.” Alpha went into well Alpha mode. He may be small, but the man oozes authority. “Yes, Alpha.” Was the immediate response from all of us. I don’t want to stay in the packhouse, but if it ensures Isis stays safe, I’ll deal with the unholy sounds of Alpha and Luna having sex. “I’ll take the charm. I want to run some tests on it in the bunker.” Silvercloud nodded. “Fine, but wear protective gloves. Never let it touch you.” Sarael sighed, giving him the wrapped necklace. “I won’t. I’ll report my findings tomorrow.” Silvercloud nodded, and with that, he was gone. “Let’s go get some sleep.” I sighed, wrapping an arm around Isis. “I hope no one here was involved. I know the extremes the guild can go to make people compliant. It may not have been of their own free will or even knowledge.” Isis sighed, leaning into me as we left. “We will get to the bottom of this. No one threatens someone under my protection.” Logan promised when we reached the packhouse. “Thank you, Alpha.” Isis nodded. Alpha went to his room to probably update his mate and get back to their evening plans while we went to one of the available rooms.