One year later and Tempest is thriving and completely in love with her mates. Life is good, and the Cormina pack is flourishing under Alex and Dom’s leadership. The underlying factor of her dream is still bothering her, and the vision keeps coming and getting stronger. Why was she running? Why did she feel that gut-wrenching fear, and why were her men not talking? Each time they avoided her questions, and Tempest has had enough. She needed the truth, and she needed it now. Snuggled between her men, she has another vision, and it sends her running like the very night she met Dominic and Alex. They find her in the forest with a bite to her shoulder, and the look on their faces tells her their worst fears had been realized. Now Tempest is in the fight of her life, one that goes on in her body and may take her soul. She’s becoming a bitten born wolf, and that means Dom and Alex may lose her to a pack of werewolves or even worse, the Guardians. But even on this twisted path of her life, nothing goes as expected. New revelations leave them all in shock, and two very big secrets are revealed that will change their lives forever.
The baby toddled over on his wobbly one-year-old legs and hugged her legs. If her hands weren’t covered in flour, she’d have nuzzled and inhaled the sweet baby smell at his neck. Tempest let go of her worries for now and enjoyed the company of her friend and her friend’s baby. The problem wouldn’t get solved if she harped on it, and the pack needed her whole and without worry. Vanity left about two hours later with a fresh loaf of bread wrapped in a warm towel, and she got a meal ready for her men. They came in when outside was dark, and when they threw open the back door the smell of the Louisiana bayou falling into winter came to her nose. She could smell the water and the moss in the cold breeze and closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the scent.
“I’m going to have to bring in wood later for the fireplaces,” Dom commented as he walked over to her. “Hey, baby.”
She smiled at his words as he kissed her neck. Dominic Cross was her dark wolf, and he had the looks to back it up. His pitch-black hair was longer since months ago he had stopped cutting it in his usually military style. She could run her fingers through the soft hair that was past his nape and listen to his growl in her ear in response. He brooded and very rarely smiled, but Dom would lay down his life for her or his best friend Alex.
“You get the wood and I’ll set up the fireplace. Tempest love, where’s my sugar?” Alex Wakefield was her other mate and he had his signature boyish smile on his face.
She wrapped her arms around his neck dutifully and kissed him, and he made a sound of approval in response. Alex was more open about his affection than Dominic, and where Dom would go charging in, Alex was the thinker except when it came to his family. She and Dom were his family, and together they ruled the now Cormina pack. They lived far enough outside of Cormina and its residents that they could roam freely in wolf form. But if anyone came looking all they would see was a group of people who decided to live together. The plantation property was massive, enough that homes could be built and people could spread out. Under Alex and Dom’s leadership as Alphas, a sense of order and calm that the wolves never knew existed took hold.
“Is the fire pit finished?” Tempest asked.
“Just about. Keith and Joe are going to do the last of the bricking tomorrow,” Alex said.
They were building a fire pit in the middle of the compound for monthly pack meetings, disputes, or mating ceremonies. Unlike with Vernon, Dominic and Alex gave each member of the pack a voice, but they had the final decision. They ruled the pack fairly and kept the peace between all members.
“How was your day?” Dominic asked as he sat at the table.
“Eh wrong, get up and both of you wash before sitting at my table,” Tempest said. “You know the rules.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they said and walked out of the kitchen.
“And my day was fine,” she called out behind them.
She wouldn’t tell them that Martha’s boy started his puberty shift too early and it took her almost an hour to get him back to normal. Her mind was chaotic and thus it made it hard for him. If she could keep him centered until he reached his birthday in three months his shift would be less painful, and then each time after that would be just like breathing. Just a little longer, Jake, she thought. If he became his wolf too soon it could hurt more than normal. She didn’t want the poor scared boy to deal with that. He was scared enough being twelve and waiting for the first appearance of his wolf.
They came back and together they sat down as they always did to a meal together. It was one of the rituals they shared and that she loved. It was the normalcy of their routine that she favored in a relationship and life that was far from normal. That night after a long soak she got into bed with her men. As if sensing her mood was pensive, they held her in their usual position, one mate facing her while the other was at her back. It didn’t matter who it was, they just knew how to take turns. She loved their warmth, their strength, and being snuggled between them. Her eyes closed sleepily and she heard their breath deepen as they too fell asleep. I love them both, and if they think it’s not a problem, then it’s not. It was her last thought before she fell asleep.