Moonlight Wolves Box Set

by Sarah J. Stone

  Britta was there when Gabriel had shown up and tried to take Thea away. For a few minutes, she was the only shifter there with Thea, the only one between one of the most powerful things around and a tiny human. Britta still had nightmares about how it could’ve turned out. She still had memories of the fear that coursed through her veins as she snarled at the evil that attacked her in unseen waves, rolling off of Gabriel and the Elders that stood behind him in the woods that dark, frightening night.

  “I’m afraid that we won’t find Gabriel until he wants to be found,” Hann admitted, leaning back on the couch and crossing his legs. Even though he was talking of serious and potentially deadly people, Hann had that casual smile on his face that he always did. Britta envied her Alpha. She wished she could play it nonchalant and cool like he did on a daily basis.

  Though when her alpha was truly mad and upset, it was the scariest thing that Britta had ever seen. She never wanted to be on the receiving end of that emotion.

  “I think you are right, my friend,” Michael nodded as well, also leaning back on the couch. Britta thought it was so weird to see an Elder relaxing. “However, I do have some bad news about a recent uprising that was to take place in Vermont.”

  Britta quickly snapped upright. Vermont wasn’t that far away. An uprising there, a successful uprising of rogues, wouldn’t be good for anyone–especially the Moonlight Pack.

  “Tell me,” Hann said, leaning forward now, his forearms resting on his knees.

  “There was to be an uprising of rogues near one of the smaller packs in Vermont,” Michael told him, his whispered voice staying the same despite the situation. “However, the rogues that came to band together simply couldn’t. We’re not sure how it started, but they all started attacking each other. When we got there, there were bodies of rogues everywhere. It was a bloodbath. Some of the rogues that were still alive were able to tell us that it started with two rogues fighting, eventually turning into a full-out riot and brawl between the shifters that were supposed to band together. Even though these rogues were not a part of our society, it was still a great amount of shifter blood that was lost on that day.”

  Before Hann could say anything regarding the rogue massacre, there was a knock at the door. Hann and Michael nodded at each other as Hann stood up to open it up, obviously knowing who it would be. Britta could tell that Ross and Kato didn’t, though, by the way they straightened up in their chairs. All three of them watched Hann open the door to a shifter that none of them had ever met before. Britta quickly realized from his scent that this young shifter was an alpha, something that obviously surprised Kato as well.

  “Ethan, my friend,” Hann greeted him with a smile, shaking his hand and ushering him in. Ethan was a tall shifter with honey-brown skin, dark-brown eyes, and close-shaven black hair. When he smiled at Hann, Britta saw pearly white teeth. The guy was handsome. Britta couldn’t believe he was an alpha, though. He was so . . . young. She wondered what happened to the alpha before him. Sadly, when a young shifter became an alpha, that normally meant something, usually horrible, happened to the prior alpha. Ethan looked like he’d had to step in and become the alpha of his pack.

  “So good to see you again, my child,” Michael told Ethan as he stood up and greeted the young alpha. Britta, Kato, and Ross, all stood up to greet the new shifter, wondering where he was from.

  “Friends, this is Ethan, the new alpha of the Blue Creek Pack from Louisiana. New Orleans, to be exact. Ethan contacted me a few days earlier to talk about potentially coming here and learning from our group, as well as helping out in whatever way he could,” Hann told them all, an arm slung around the young alpha’s shoulders. “I, of course, accepted.”

  “I realize that I’m younger than you expected,” Ethan told the three who were standing up, shaking his hand. Britta tried to keep her face as neutral as possible, though she noticed Kato gave him a reassuring smile. “My father was . . . well, older than most shifters when he decided to finally have children. He wanted me to take his place, but he died only a few months ago from old age. Hence why I’m here instead of him.”

  Even though Ethan wasn’t that young, he was probably about twenty-five years old, it was incredibly young for shifters to be alphas–especially because shifters lived long lives. Kato was around his age, and he was just beginning his training as the next alpha. It would be years before Hann officially stepped down for Kato to take control.

  “I’m sorry for your loss,” Kato told him as he shook his hand, and both Britta and Ross nodded in silence to show respect to this new alpha.

  “I thank you for that,” Ethan smiled at him. “He was a great leader.”

  “That he was,” Hann stated, smiling. “And a very dear friend to me and Michael here. He will be missed, my son. Now, I appreciate you coming out here and offering your allegiance to us after everything that has happened. It won’t be forgotten.”

  “I would also like to learn while I am here,” Ethan announced to the room. “Every shifter should be in the best shape possible, in regard to fighting techniques. I’ve been hearing that you were thinking about putting together some classes, or one-on-one sessions with some of your top shifters. I would like to join in and learn from your warriors.”

  “Well, we have one of our very best right here,” Hann said, smiling at Britta. She grinned humbly back at her alpha, not used to the attention she was getting. “I’m going to persuade Britta here to start teaching some shifters the defense and attack techniques she seems to have perfected. I would talk to her to see what she’s planning. She’s nothing but the best.”

  Britta smiled at her alpha again, not knowing what to do with all of the attention she was garnering. She, for a quick second, wished that Grant was with her. He would be able to see that she was feeling awkward and put her at ease.

  She hated that she thought that, especially after the weird jealous and angry attack that he had with her and Finn. Which was a big fight over nothing.

  She couldn’t believe that her alpha was complimenting her, a feat that not a lot of shifters achieve. Yet, instead of dwelling on this fact, all she could think about was Grant.

  Chapter 8

  Grant needed to talk to Britta. He needed to let her know that he knew he’d been an asshole earlier with her and Finn. He wanted to apologize–he needed to apologize.

  As Grant walked around the gym, having just gotten all of his emotions out through his workout with his trusty punching bag in one of the corners of the gym, he knew he had to keep his cool. He couldn’t be acting crazy emotional when he saw Britta. He knew that if he was just himself, and if he just honestly apologized, then she would forgive him and everything would be okay.

  Or, at least, he hoped that everything would be okay.

  Grant saw Britta leaving the back office from across the gym, but he slowed his walking when he realized that she wasn’t alone. There was another shifter with her, and Grant realized that he didn’t know who this shifter was, either. Grant didn’t know how he felt about all these new, different shifters from who-knows-where coming to Maine. It didn’t sit right with him, and he found himself not trusting any of these shifters.

  Grant couldn’t believe his anger and distrust had reached that level. He couldn’t handle being on the losing side. And if that meant that he didn’t trust anyone and watched every single thing these new shifters did, then that’s what that meant. He couldn’t bear to lose someone else that he loved. He simply wouldn’t let it happen. Ever again.

  Grant heard Britta talking to this strange, tall shifter as he waited for her near one of the pull up bars.

  “Well, just let me know if you need any help,” Britta was telling the shifter with a smile on her face. “Or if you need some tips on the best places to eat. If you need help with anything, just let me know.”

  “Okay, that sounds great,” the shifter replied. Grant squinted his eyes at the shifter’s back as he tried to find out why he had a weird scent. “Thanks for offering t
o help me. I’m afraid I need all the help I can get.”

  “Don’t worry, Ethan,” Britta chuckled along with him. “By the time you’re done here, you’re gonna be invincible.”

  “One can only hope,” the shifter responded before he waved goodbye and walked out of the gym. As the shifter left, Grant finally realized and picked up on the scent and aura that the shifter was emitting. The shifter, Ethan, was an alpha. And a young alpha at that.

  Grant wanted to know what was going on. He walked up to Britta, hoping that this time his jealousy wouldn’t take over his mouth and brain.

  Britta turned around when Grant walked over, her smile instantly dropping as she met his eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, obvious frustration in her eyes and body language.

  It looked like she wasn’t over their little fight they had earlier. Grant sighed. This was going to be great.

  “Can I help you with something?” Britta asked him, her voice monotonous and not reflecting her emotions in the slightest.

  “I came over to apologize,” Grant muttered, his own anger still buried beneath what he was saying.

  “Oh, you mean you came to apologize for being a complete dick earlier?” Britta asked him, her black hair, which was tied up in a high ponytail, moving with every move her head made. “You mean, you came to apologize because you’re a jealous asshole?”

  “I’m not–”

  “Oh, don’t try to defend yourself,” Britta snapped, cutting him off. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

  “I’m ridiculous?” Grant exclaimed. Her anger at him had released the anger and jealousy that he was trying so desperately to hold in. It looked like he was losing that battle, though. “You’re the one that’s constantly spreading your legs for guys to give you attention. I’m the one who’s just trying to let you know how desperate you look to everyone who’s not out to just screw you and then leave you.”

  The minute the words escaped Grant’s mouth, he knew that what he said was wrong. And it crossed a major line.

  Britta’s mouth snapped shut, and she stared at him, her face going blank and no hint of emotion showing up on her perfect, porcelain face. If she was hurt by what Grant just said, she gave him no hint of it.

  “You know, you’re truly a dick,” Britta replied, laughing bitterly and not meeting his eyes. Her refusal to look at him was the only way that Grant knew what he said actually hurt her. And he hated himself instantly for everything he’d said. He didn’t want to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her. Why was he like this?

  “And, if you honestly knew me and cared about me, you would realize that all of those rumors that are spread about me through the pack? They are just that: rumors. And I can’t believe you, out of all people, would throw that in my face and not know the truth. You’re a dick.”

  And then, with another bitter laugh, Britta turned on her heels and left the gym, not looking back at Grant at all.

  Grant felt like shit. He’d brought this pain on himself, but he only wished that he could turn back time and not say what he did. He didn’t mean to say any of those things, and he hated that he’d made Britta upset, even though she would never let him see her hurt.

  The worst part was, Grant knew that those stories about Britta weren’t true and were just rumors. For a few years, there had been nasty stories that were constantly spread about Britta sleeping with almost every male, and even some females, in the pack. No one knew how the rumors got started, and no one ever said anything to Britta because they all knew that she could kick everyone’s ass, but the guys in the pack, the younger guys at least, kept this rumor alive.

  The rumor wasn’t true, though. And the majority of the pack knew this–except for the dumb, immature, young shifters that continued to keep the rumor around. Grant couldn’t believe that he would throw those lies in Britta’s face. And he knew that, no matter what she said, those rumors stung and always would. The pack could be horrible sometimes, and while Grant and Britta both thought that a lot of the members had changed for the better, the past and everything that had happened still stung.

  “You’re a dick,” Kato said as he sidled up next to him, his arms crossed over his chest. He was staring at the doors that Britta had just left through, as was Grant.

  Grant sighed. Kato must’ve heard what was going on.

  “That’s what I’m told,” was all Grant could respond with. Kato and Britta were right; he was a dick. And he felt horrible about the whole thing. He wished he could just run to wherever Britta was and take her in his arms. He wanted to make her feel better. He wanted her to know that she could trust him. He wanted her to know how he really felt.

  “Everyone knows how you and Britta feel about each other, you know,” Kato told him, making Grant swivel around in confusion to look at his friend. What in the world was Kato talking about? He couldn’t possibly mean that he knew how Grant truly felt about Britta–because that would mean that Britta felt the same. And Grant knew that that couldn’t possibly be true.

  “What do you mean?” Grant asked, attempting to play it safe.

  “I mean, everyone knows that you two like each other,” Kato responded. “As in, you both like each other more than friends. It seems that everyone knows this–except you two, of course. So, you two continue to bicker and fight, all while hiding the feelings that are so very obviously there.”

  “I have no idea what you’re even saying,” Grant tried to laugh. His mind was whirling at what Kato was saying. It was one thing to have an unrequited crush on a woman who would never like him. A crush on a woman that was way too good for him, and way out of his league. It was quite another thing to learn that that woman might just have some type of feelings for him, as well.

  “Grant, if you like Britta, just tell her. It’d save all of us some energy. We’re getting annoyed having to deal with you two.”

  And with one pat on the back, Kato left Grant standing in the middle of the gym, alone again. Grant shook his head, refusing to believe in what Kato just told him.

  Because there was no way in hell that Britta felt anything other than hate and disgust towards him. Especially after everything he’d just said to her.

  But the thought of Britta actually feeling something towards him? Well, that brought a smile to his face.

  Chapter 9

  Britta needed to get rid of these feelings that she was having. She needed to do something. Anything. So, after calling Thea and Annie and agreeing to meet at their mansion, Britta found herself showing up with a huge box full of all the different kinds of alcohol she could find. Beer, tequila, whiskey, vodka . . . just about everything was in there. And Britta couldn’t wait to numb her emotions for just a few minutes. She hated the way her mind was currently whirling from what Grant had said to her.

  And she hated that she just wanted to cry. She hated that he could make her feel so small, while also making her long for his touch.

  Needless to say, she needed alcohol. And stat.

  “I brought some party favors,” Britta said when Thea opened the front door to her house. Thea looked down at the box that Britta was carrying and smiled.

  “Just a few things, I see,” Thea sarcastically said, laughing as she moved aside to let Britta walk into the house.

  “I heard some things happened today,” Annie said as Britta and Thea walked into the kitchen. Britta tried to carefully set the box full of glass bottles down on the table, though she couldn’t help but slam them down when she thought about Grant after what Annie said. After checking to make sure all of the bottles were still intact, Britta sighed and pulled out the bottle of tequila she had.

  “It’s been a long, long, day,” was all Britta said as she started to pour a row of shots for the girls.

  “Oh, so we’re not using any margarita mix?” Thea asked as she eyed the shots of tequila that Britta was pouring.

  “Tonight is more of a shots night, I think,” Britta responded, giving each of the girls their full shot gla
sses.

  One thing led to another, and before any of them knew it, the three girls were drunk and laying on the kitchen floor, once full bottles of hard liquor all gone now. Of course, most of that liquor was drunk by both Britta and Annie. Thea, because she was human, stopped a while ago. She knew that she couldn’t keep up, but that didn’t mean that Britta and Annie had to stop drinking. And boy, did they end up drinking a lot.

  “So, what happened earlier today?” Annie asked, slurring her words as she lay on the kitchen tiled floor next to Britta. Thea was on the other side of Britta, snoring softly. Britta couldn’t believe that Thea had managed to get comfortable enough to sleep on the hard floor–but then again, they were all really drunk.

  “Ugh, I don’t even know where to start,” Britta replied, slurring her words as well. So much had happened between her and Grant in the last twenty-four hours, and she didn’t know where they stood now.

  And that upset her more than she realized. Hence, the alcohol.

  She knew that Grant was more than likely jealous, but that didn’t mean that he could be a total dick to her. She also knew that he didn’t trust these new shifters that were all coming to Maine in the slightest, and she couldn’t blame him. Grant had lost more than probably anyone in the pack during the raid and murderous rampage that was led by Kaiser. Britta wanted to help him through the tough time that she knew he must be going through, but if he was going to be rude to her every step of the way, she was going to leave him alone.

  And she desperately didn’t want to leave him alone. Because then that would mean that she would be alone. And she really didn’t want to be alone.

  “Does it have to do with Grant?” Annie asked, and Thea snorted awake after the question.