Twenty Six year old Blake Hunter is the Alpha of the largest pack in the region. Finding his mate is the last thing on his mind.
But, in the midst of dealing with uninvited relations, aspiring future Lunas and increasing rogue attacks on his easter...
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For Hannah, the last few days had passed quietly.
Once her vertigo had died down and the headaches retreated, there was no need to keep her cooped up in the consultation room, so Doc had made the decision to move her onto one of the wards.
There were four wards altogether, Jenni informed her during one of their many conversations. Built shortly after Blake had taken over as Alpha to accommodate the rapidly increasing pack. Each ward held six beds lined up facing each other with curtains that could be pulled across for privacy, just like a regular hospital.
What set them apart was the extraordinary view.
One whole wall on the end of each ward was made up entirely of glass overlooking a vast forest that stretched for miles in either direction. Nothing was built behind the pack house, so the patients had an unobstructed view of the tree line just a few yards away.
It was relaxing, she had decided, to look out over the natural landscape and forget that she was trapped in a nightmare of fog and confusion.
She was never entirely alone, of course.
The Alpha had assigned Issac to keep an eye on her. Whenever Blake couldn't be there himself - which was surprisingly infrequent considering he had an entire pack to run - the tall warrior was never far away.
Hannah had been allocated a ward entirely to herself, and had chosen a bed as close to the view as she could. Sometimes Issac would relax on one of the spare beds on the far side of the room, but more often than not, stood just outside the door flirting shamelessly with the other nurses.
Every now and then, his sister Amara - possibly one of the most beautiful women she had ever laid eyes on - arrived to give Issac a break, but she never ventured into the room to speak to her.
It wasn't personal, Jenni reassured her - their wolves were still disturbed by her unusual scent, and they wanted to take no risks around her.
"Why does your wolf tolerate it?" she had asked.
"Oh, Felicity is very docile," Jenni explained. "I'm not a warrior or high-ranking pack member, so she doesn't feel the need to be on high alert all the time."
"Do all your wolves have names?" she wondered.
"Oh yes, we're paired together by the Moon Goddess at birth, or so the story goes."
The Moon Goddess... the words evoked yet another familiar feeling, the memory floating so tantalisingly just beyond her grasp.
"I've heard that before..." she had murmured, then shot her companion a look of mild alarm. In the short time she had know her, Hannah had discovered that there was such a thing as over-sharing with Jenni.
Every time she alluded to remembering even the smallest of details, Jenni's eyes lit up like the sun parting the clouds; enthusiastically raining questions down on her - almost all of which she wouldn't be able to answer - until the headaches returned, and Hannah feigned exhaustion just to take a break.
