THE AWAKENING

Tieran burst through the front door, his mind centered on Cassandra and her blatant disregard for his commands as Alpha, skidded to a stuttering halt as a familiar scent washed over him.

The minute recognition hit, Serra was in his arms, sobbing her relief that he was unharmed.

Her arms wound around his neck as she buried her nose against his chest and for a blinding second he was elated beyond measure to feel Serra against him again.

But there was a false note to the joy that he might never have recognized if he hadn’t met Cassandra and it was this realization that caused him to gently pluck Serra’s arms from his neck.

“Serra,” he said, plucking her arms gently from his neck. “What are you doing here?” Serra’s wounded expression cut at him but his first thought was of Cassandra.

It was then he realized Serra was wounded. Blood seeped from an angry laceration on her forearm. He gently lifted Serra’s arm. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing. All that matters is that you’re unharmed,” Serra said, attempting to pull her arm free but Tieran wouldn’t let go until she’d explained.

She shrugged with a subtle motion though she winced as she answered, “I must’ve cut it when I was running to get here. I found Ulster’s band encroaching on our land and knew if I didn’t come to warn you, the clan would be in danger. I couldn’t ignore the threat to my clan. Or to you,” she added quietly.

“You are so loyal,” he said warmly, approving of her actions. “Without your warning, Cassandra and I might’ve easily been overrun by Clan Janus. Ulster brought all of his warriors and they were out for blood. Where is Cassandra?”

At the mention of his woman’s name, Serra visibly bristled and her eyes flashed with open resentment though she knew well enough to tamp it down before answering, “She mentioned needing a bath. She was covered in filth.”

“She fought like a warrior,” Tieran said, proud of Cassandra. “She’s a mate worthy of an Alpha.”

comment. Tieran took her silence as a good sign that she was

giving Serra’s hand a soft squeeze. “Have Iona look at your wound before it festers. I will return after I’ve

to check on Cassandra and left Serra behind. Whatever else Serra had to

Cassandra’s room,

“You are unharmed?”

“Of course.”

barely concealed in the gauzy outfit meant to be forgiving of her

exponentially each day, shortening the gestational period by half of a regular pregnancy.

there was something in her eyes that kept him at a distance, which

often disobey you if you insist on giving out ridiculous orders,” she retorted, not the least bit apologetic. “It made more sense for me to go for help in case Ulster’s stragglers attempted to double back.

was right but he could not abide Cassandra undermining his authority as

any female their species has ever seen. Under normal circumstances,

he bit out, growing frustration at his predicament sharpening his words. “Without a firm grasp on the hierarchy of the clan, chaos will destroy everything we’ve built over the centuries with Clan Barrachius. You are new to our ways but you must

Serra here?” Cassandra asked, ignoring his firm reprimand and

do not test me,” he warned. “Serra is not the issue

chair and went toe-to-toe with him, surprising him with the fire in her eyes. “I heartily disagree. Your former flame is suddenly here — someone you’re still carrying a torch for, by the way — and you think me using logic over

onto the bed and across his

angry, he would’ve been fighting an erection at the thought of

came to warn the clan that Ulster was closing in. It is because of

for her help, I don’t trust her motives and you’d be stupid to ignore what is staring at you right in the face.