THE AWAKENING

“How can there be two?”

The question, delivered in Tieran’s quiet, deliberate tone was edged with uncertainty and echoed throughout the closed room.

Cassandra remained rigidly silent as the seer removed her weathered palms from Cassandra’s slightly rounded belly and looked as bewildered as the rest of the Barrachius clan inside the room.

Tieran, the Alpha of Clan Barrachius glared at Cassandra as if she were to blame for this upset in his plans. Cassandra glared back. It wasn’t her fault she had an overactive womb.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she snapped, moving away from the seer and straightening her shirt. It was bad enough she already felt like some kind of lab experiment gone awry, now she had to deal with this? “Maybe the prophesy is wrong.”

“Impossible,” Tieran retorted, though his eyes told a different story. He turned to the grizzled woman looking pensively at Cassandra’s belly. “What does this mean?”

“I do not know,” she answered truthfully. “But it cannot bode well. The prophesy clearly stated there was one child. I must consult the Mother Goddess for answers.”

“Great, get her on the phone and get some answers so everyone can stop staring at me like I’m the devil,” Cassandra grumbled.

Jandin bowed low to whisper in her ear, “The Mother Goddess is the moon.”

Oh.

She cast a thankful smile Jandin’s way for his explanation but she felt like an idiot. Of course, the Mother Goddess was the moon.

How obvious. Not.

a kooky religious cult instead of some paranormal underground species that

to leave this room and all the pairs of eyes staring at her for

to your room and I will bring food,” Tieran said and immediately Cassandra bristled. She hated when he bossed her around like she

because Tieran told her to, but because she couldn’t stand another minute being scrutinized for circumstances that were out of her

— including losing her virginity and being kidnapped by two separate people

enough to eat a horse.

Alpha, and consequently, one of her

customs and traditions. If Tieran and Cassandra actually liked each other, it wouldn’t be a big deal that Tieran felt obligated to feed her, but as it was, neither wanted the roles that had been handed

it weren’t for the bone-melting sex between them, Cassandra might’ve tried to find a way

kicking into overdrive and sometimes she couldn’t quite help the thoughts in her head or

was, Tieran was gorgeous — the picture of male perfection — and it was no small tragedy to be in his arms or beneath him, but when he looked at her, there was nothing

she ten times the amount of stupid that it mattered to her?

of her Breeding Time and now

was always hungry and she always wanted sex. And considering that the one person who would oblige couldn’t actually stand to be around

on their DNA, Cassandra didn’t think Tieran would have sex with her ever again but as it was, he couldn’t help himself just

time they had sex, an invisible thread wound itself tighter around them, drawing them ever closer to one another. Which was why Tieran tried to avoid

to want her now that she’d conceived his child. Cristophe had told her that it

protect his mate

finer points of being a werewolf. She’d been shocked to learn Cristophe