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.

cult instead of some paranormal underground species that

this room and all the pairs of eyes

Cassandra bristled. She hated when he bossed her around like

the room, not because Tieran told her to, but because she couldn’t stand another minute being scrutinized for

her bedroom two at a time. Since discovering she was the Prophesied One, all manner of unpleasant things had been forced upon her — including losing her virginity and being kidnapped by two separate people on two different times —

damn, she was hungry enough

Alpha, and

their 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 to them and

the bone-melting sex between them, Cassandra might’ve tried to

bit over the top, but lately, her hormones had been kicking into overdrive and sometimes she couldn’t quite

perfection — and it was no small tragedy to be in his arms or beneath him, but when he

she ten times the amount of

Phasing period of her Breeding Time and now that she was pregnant, she simply ate

one person who would oblige

have sex with her ever again but as it was, he couldn’t help

an invisible thread wound itself tighter around them, drawing them ever closer to one

her now that she’d conceived his child. Cristophe had told her that it was an

his mate when they

her in the finer points of being a werewolf. She’d been shocked to learn Cristophe was with the werewolves when previously he’d disdained their presence like a man who