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.

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

ready to leave this room and all the pairs of eyes staring at her for answers she couldn’t give. “I’m

and immediately Cassandra bristled. She hated when he bossed her around like she was an underling of some sort, or worse, a bathroom

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

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

she was hungry enough to eat

prowled her expansive bedroom as she waited. Tieran, the Alpha, and

wouldn’t be a big deal that

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

maybe not exactly rip his throat out, that was a bit over the top, but lately, her hormones had been kicking into overdrive and sometimes she couldn’t quite

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 but pure lust glazed over the veneer of anger and resentment and that just killed whatever might’ve

times the amount of stupid that it mattered to her?

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

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

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

itself tighter around them, drawing them ever closer to one another. Which was why Tieran

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

always protect his mate when they

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