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.

have been part of a kooky religious cult instead of some paranormal underground species that just so happens to be caught up

room and all the pairs of eyes staring at

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

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

One, all manner of unpleasant things had been forced upon her — including losing her

was hungry enough to

and consequently, one of her

adhered to and they were very attached to their customs and traditions. If Tieran and Cassandra actually liked each other, it wouldn’t be a big deal that

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

out, that was a bit over the top, but lately, her hormones had been kicking into overdrive and sometimes she couldn’t quite help the thoughts in her head or the words that popped from her mouth.

or beneath him, but when he looked at

of stupid

out of the dangerous Phasing period of her Breeding Time and now that she was

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

would have sex with her ever again but as it was, he couldn’t help himself just as she couldn’t help herself when

thread wound itself tighter around them, drawing them ever closer to one another.

she’d conceived his child. Cristophe had told her that it was an evolutionary protection for the species.

would always protect his mate

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 disliked dogs and was suddenly asked to clean out the dog kennels at an