Cronan is angry. Angry that after years of waiting, he's mated to the one wolf he never wanted.
Fen is stuck. Stuck in a state of purgatory that he doesn't know how to escape from.
After learning of his mate's crimes, Cronan never expected to see h...
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I'd never been a person who was easy to please. According to Mom and Dad, I came out of the womb with a curious attitude and an insatiable appetite for more. More what? They didn't know exactly.
Even now, after twenty-one years, it seemed like I was still searching for that elusive piece. That was part of the reason why I came to Oakwood. I hoped that by coming, I could locate whatever I was missing. Of course, nothing ever went to plan, and if anything it seemed I was more lost than ever.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't consider Reed's offer to return to our pack with him at least once. The idea of leaving for a while and getting away from all the bullshit known as my life was tempting—really fucking tempting if I was being honest—but I knew deep down I'd never be happy if I returned. Home felt more like a prison than anything. At least in Oakwood, I was in control.
Or I used to be.
"Good morning, Sunshine!" Callie greeted me as she entered my bedroom and made her way to the windows, pulling the curtains back to reveal the sunlight.
I loudly groaned and buried my head against the pillow. "Go away, Cal."
"No can do. I promised your brother I wouldn't let you lock yourself in this room and wither away, so it's time to get up. We have plans for the day."
I turned my head so I could see her. "'Plans?'"
"First, you and I are going to get breakfast because to be frank, I'm fucking starving. Then we're going to find something remotely interesting to do in this town until later tonight."
"What's happening later tonight?"
She grinned. "Party in the woods." I turned away from her. "Cro, come on!"
"I don't want nor do I need to go to another party. Trust me. I think I drank enough yesterday to be good for a millennia."
"And yet, you're still sober as a judge."
"Drinking again tonight isn't going to change that."
It took higher amounts of alcohol to get werewolves drunk. Worst worst-case scenario was that I'd come home a little tipsy if anything.
"You don't have to go. I'm not going to force you, but wouldn't it be nice to get out of your own head? It'll be like when you first arrived. Remember when we used to go to all those parties together?" She reminisced as she took a seat on the corner of my bed.
Of course, I did. I remembered Callie and Arlo dragging me out to the woods one night, claiming they had something to show me. I remember spending hours there talking, dancing, and drinking.
