Unleashed With The Moon (Wolf River, ID. Book 5)

by Rebekah R. Ganiere

  Unleashed with the Moon

  Rebekah R. Ganiere

  Unleashed with the Moon © 2018 Rebekah R. Ganiere

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are fictitious and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-63300-030-8

  Cover art by Rebekah R. Ganiere

  Dedication

  To every Saint who has a past, and every Sinner who has a future.

  Contents

  Newsletter

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Fated Despite the Moon

  Thank You

  About the Author

  Newsletter

  Newsletter

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  Chapter One

  Satia sat in the middle of the fragrant clearing gazing at the pregnant moon. Her heart ached at the differences between her new home and the one she'd known her whole life. The colors. The smells. The tastes. All of them different. Only in the quiet moments alone running as a saber could she enjoy what Saber Mountain Lodge had to offer.

  Memories of pain and torture flooded her, but she pushed them down, refusing to let them ruin her moment of serenity. Six months in Idaho, six months, and the nightmares began to cease. The pain had dulled and the scars mostly healed. But the ever-present panic had become like a silent shadow continually clouding her decisions. Saber Mountain Lodge had been a serene retreat from her new world, and yet she couldn't shake the fear that at some point the Obsidian Mountain clan would return to finish them all off- or worse, claim her as tribute. No matter who Razor was.

  The men had been more than kind to her. They'd regarded her like a little sister. And yet all of their concern, their kindness had begun to slowly smother her in the last months. Isis and her sister Ayla had been her only comfort as they too sought solace away from the prying eyes of their brother Tarrian and his best friends Crux and Jett.

  For as much as her nightmares and fear terrified her it had also begun to set a flame of anger deep inside. She hated being this way. Afraid all the time. Running like a rabbit here and there, jumping at new sights and sounds. So she stared up at the sky and breathed deep. The time had come. She needed to conquer her fear before it destroyed her. She could no longer sit in the shadows and pray for the terrors to subside. She needed to do something about it. She needed to get out and face her new life head-on. She needed to leave Saber Mountain Lodge.

  * * *

  Stix stared at his hands.

  "You see," said his mother. "You see what I deal with? He won't date. He won't look at a female. He won't mate. Eight years I've waited for him to do something and he hasn't. So I come to you now and beg for help."

  Stix shook his head. He couldn't believe he was sitting in the Wolf River Alpha's house listening to his mother tattle on him like he was a teen again skipping school.

  His mother nudged him and he gazed up into her soft round face. She pointed across the way, and Stix swung his gaze to Mary Reed. Jeremiah's wife and the mother of the Wolf River pack. A woman whose very presence commanded respect, but also a compassion that was felt by all.

  Stix and his family weren't werewolves, they were Blood Born ursas. But his mother and Mary had been best friends since grade school. He'd grown up with the pack as if he was family. They were the only ursa's to ever have lived in Wolf River- or on the border of it anyway.

  Mary stared at him for a long moment running the top of her finger around the rim of her teacup.

  "Joyce why don't you give me a moment alone with the boy. I'll see if I can talk some sense into him."

  Stix's mother nodded. Without a word she walked to the apartment door and exited.

  "So," said Mary, her eyes never leaving his face. "You intend on leaving your mother in such a state?"

  Stix opened his mouth, but then closed it. He didn't know what to say. In truth, he'd never found an ursa female that he got on with. The ones he'd met had been more about open relationships and bearing young than they had about actually finding a mate. What he wanted was a woman... not so worldly. Someone to take care of.

  Mary chuckled and shook her head. "I'm teasing Stix."

  He chuckled nervously as Mary sighed and shook her head. "Do you even want a mate?" asked Mary

  Stix snorted. "Sure. I mean, I guess. I don't know."

  Gerri nodded. "Well, at least you're honest."

  "Aunt Mary, there isn't a bear on the west coast I am interested in."

  "Who says it needs to be a bear?" asked Mary. "There are many other Blood Born. You know we would be more than happy for you to mate a wolves. But there's also the Kootenai mountain lion clan. The Black forest panther clan. Not that we've had very god relations with them but Twin Falls Coyote pack might be amenable, though you know the coyotes tend to be a bit unstable."

  "No thank you. I've had unstable before, not my thing."

  Mary nodded. "Well, the Saber Mountain clan had been adopted in by Jeremiah about six months ago. I know they have a couple female sabers that are of age-"

  "Sabers?"

  "They have a lodge about an hour north. They've been through a lot and I'm not sure if they're amenable but I could find out for you."

  The realization that he was sitting in front of the matriarch of the Wolf River clan talking about finding a mate, rolled over him and made his gut clench.

  "I... I don't know," he said. "I am not sure I'm ready..."

  Mary continued to stare at him. "How many relationships have you had?"

  "Define relationship," Stix snorted. "I've been on dates. I've..." He cleared his throat. "Had relations. But I've never had a prolonged relationship with anyone. The closest I've ever come was with a female a few years back from the Red Sky clan, but it lasted less than a year. She was a bit too crazy for my taste."

  Mary looked down at her tea and sipped it. "It was sad what happened with the Red Sky clan. Daniel's decision to kidnap my niece... I don't know if our relations with them will ever heal. It makes me happy to know that you broke off your relations with them as well."

  Mary stood, and Stix jumped to his feet.

  "Well, I've heard all I think I need to. I'll mull it over and see if there's a female I think might appeal to you. Between you and me, I think what you need is for your mom to get off your back. Twenty-five isn't too old considering how long we live. Look at my boys. Logan is twenty seven and Caleb is twenty five."

  "I've told her that a dozen times. Maybe
if you tell her, she might listen."

  Mary laughed. "I doubt it."

  Chapter Two

  Satia blew out a deep, low breath and smiled. She ran her hands over the steering wheel of the car she'd rented.

  "Are you sure about this?" asked Isis.

  She stifled a chuckle and mentally patted herself on the back. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone somewhere of her own free will. In fact, she didn't know that there had ever been a time where she hadn't been beholden to someone or had someone shadowing her when she went somewhere. Even in the lodge, though she was technically no longer a slave, she'd not gone anywhere for long without one of the men searching for her. This trip was the first real decision she'd ever made for herself in her life.

  "I'm sure."

  Ayla stood by the car and ran her hand over it.

  Isis' eyes were clouded with conflict.

  "I'll be back," said Satia. "I'm not going away forever."

  Isis nodded, crossed her arms over her chest, and pulled her sister away from the car.

  "Call us so we know you're okay."

  Satia nodded and closed the door. She wanted to offer for them to come with her, but Satia knew that Isis wouldn't leave her brother and if she was being honest with herself... she wanted to go alone.

  The men weren't happy with her decision to leave. They'd tried for two weeks to talk her out of it, and it had taken her that long to muster the courage to go alone, even though her mind had not once been swayed. She turned the key and the car roared to life. It made her smile the same way it had the first time Razor had begun her driving lessons.

  She waved to Isis and Ayla and pulled the car away from the curb of the lodge.

  If she was going to be free she needed to start being her own person, and that began with getting out on her own.

  And to do that she needed to make a stop first... she needed to go back to where it all began.

  Satia stared up at the familiar building with dread running through her. The last time she'd been in it, she'd been Mandrake's prisoner. Her body shook as she took a step closer. A woman exited the building with a child at her side. The scent of floor wax made Satia's stomach lurch. She breathed deep and pushed the fear aside. It was only a building. Razor had told the Obsidian Mountain Clan they couldn't come back. And the Wolf River Alpha had threatened to have his wolves eviscerate them if they tried, which Satia had no doubt the man could do. Even so, Satia's heart galloped as she stared at the place she'd last seen her captors.

  Her nerve wavered, and she took a step away.

  "Do you need help?" the woman asked.

  Satia stared at her for a moment and then shook her head. She had come all this way. She couldn't back out now.

  The woman watched her warily for a moment and sniffed the air. She sucked in a sharp breath and pulled her son away.

  Swallowing hard Satia stepped up to the front door and pulled it open. She blew out a deep breath and pressed her shirt with her sweaty palms. The place smelled of wolves. Inside the highly polished floor gleamed, reminding her of the hours and hours of her life she'd spent scrubbing Affina's floors.

  As Satia walked past the front desk a woman looked up at her and sniffed the air. Satia continued on as the woman picked up the phone. She pushed open a set of doors and Satia stepped into the hallway leading to the gymnasium. Her fingers shook as she pressed forward. Her heartbeat quickened as the doors swished closed and memories bombarded her. Being shoved inside the building, pressed against Mandrake and his men. She passed classroom after classroom and stifled a cry remembering the feel of a large hand squeezing her rear to the point of pain.

  Out. She had to get out!

  She raced down the hall and into the gym. Falling against the wall she sucked in several deep breaths. This was not who she was. She was not her fear. She was Satia, daughter of Therimia. Satia took one last deep breath and stood straight again. The sounds of several voices had her turning around.

  All about the court children dribbled balls and tossed them toward hoops hanging in the air. A man watched them throw, giving them pointers and calling out commands. She watched them and the minutes ticked by. Slowly her fear diminished and she relaxed. There was something so simple about watching children play that made her smile. She remembered playing with the little ones back in Siberia. Playing jump rope, hide and seek, and teaching them to hunt for themselves. They had been the most relaxing and wonderful days of her life.

  "Uh... can I help you?"

  Satia whipped around to find a large imposing werewolf. He wore a red flannel shirt and dirty jeans.

  Satia blinked several times fighting for words. She could smell that he was the Alpha.

  "I... I... I'm Satia."

  His mouth twitched. "You're one of the saber females."

  "Yes." Her voice barely came out above a whisper.

  "We weren't expecting you. Is there something I can do to help you?"

  "No. No. I'm sorry. I... I just wanted to see it again. The place where it all began."

  He nodded. "I understand. But this is a place where children play so you can understand why people would be a bit concerned when a saber shows up and starts looking around."

  Satia swallowed hard. "You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any offense. I'll go." She turned and headed out the door.

  "Satia, is it?"

  She stopped and he walked up to her, her heart thundering.

  He looked at her for a minute and then nodded. "Do you want to grab a cup of coffee?"

  She shook her head. "No. Thank you. I don't want to take up anymore of your time. Again, I'm so sorry for bothering you."

  "Satia."

  He laid his hand on her arm, making every muscle in her body want to bolt.

  "Have coffee with me. I'll even throw in a slice of pie."

  Satia's saber said no, but Satia's nerves said, hell yes.

  She nodded.

  "Follow me."

  Satia followed Jeremiah out of the building. He headed to his truck and Satia got in her car next to him.

  "It's not far," he said.

  She nodded and turned her car over. What the hell was she thinking? She was about to get coffee and pie with the Alpha of the Wolf River pack.

  Satia pulled into a spot next to Jeremiah's truck outside of a small diner. They parked and Satia looked around as she followed him into the diner. All around people stopped and stared, sniffed the air and backed away from her. She swallowed hard. She'd never had people be scared of her before. If anything she had always been the scared one.

  Jeremiah held the door for her as she entered and nodded to the girl behind the counter. Her long black hair hung to her waist and her piercing eyes scanned Satia's form.

  "Hey Hannah."

  She nodded to Jeremiah but her eyes never left Satia.

  "Can we get two coffees and two pies please?"

  "Yup." Hannah didn't smile but her eyes stayed ever sharp as she served a plate to a man at the counter and then headed to the back.

  Jeremiah stopped and shook hands with everyone in the diner, calling them by name and talking to them as if they were his friends. It was a strange sight for Satia. Affina's father had never treated anyone but his mate and Affina with respect, and even then it was with an air of superiority. Mandrake had ruled his clan in fear and pain. But when she looked from face to face of the people in the Wolf River pack she could see both their affection and their respect. She wished that she'd been raised in a pack like that.

  Jeremiah led her to a table in the back and slid in. Hannah arrived with two cups of coffee and two plates of blackberry pie. Jeremiah gave her a tight smile and she left without a word.

  Jeremiah sipped his coffee. "So are you just out for a drive or is something else going on that brought you to Wolf River?"

  She didn't know what to tell him. She wasn't sure herself what she was doing really.

  "I left the lodge," she said.

  "Left for good? Did something h
appen?"

  She shook her head. "No. It's just... I felt it was time I got out on my own. Being there was good but I can't just hide away there forever allowing someone else to pay my bills."

  Jeremiah nodded. "So you want a job."

  "I want a life."

  "Do you have any skills?"

  She wrapped her hands around her warm coffee cup and stared at it for a minute before tasting it. It was a little on the bitter side, but she'd had much worse. Did she have skills? She wasn't even sure. Making beds, dressing people, fetching anything they needed. It didn't sound like much."

  "You were held captive by Mandrake right?"

  She swallowed hard and blew on her coffee before taking a long slow sip. "Yes."

  "And he tortured you." It wasn't a question.

  Satia's saber growled and she turned away from Jeremiah's knowing gaze. Her cheeks heated as memories flooded back. She set her cup back on the table and refused to meet his eye.

  "Are you sure you're ready to leave the lodge?"

  "Yes." The strength of her words surprised even her. She locked gazes with him and refused to look away.

  He nodded as if satisfied. "So you need a job. You sure you don't want Razor to help you get one? He's made a lot of connections."

  She shook her head vehemently. "I want to do this on my own. Affina and Razor have done enough for me for now. I need to learn to do for myself now."

  Jeremiah smiled. "I like your drive. Too many young people don't have it nowadays. So, again, what can you do?"