Novels by RaeLyn

POV: JACKSONI stood alongside Chris, Sam, and the pack's doctor, waiting for the witch's arrival. The morning had dragged on longer than I expected, the four of us gathered near the front gates with little to do but watch the road and exchange the occasional tense word. He was scheduled to show up this afternoon, and I had taken it upon myself to welcome him personally. I was determined to avoid any more tales of others arriving with him, leaving us in the dark. Too much had already slipped past us unnoticed; I wasn't about to let a witch walk through our gates without knowing if he's the right person.Saint was meant to join us, but he declined. He said he didn't want to disrupt Marcus' treatment. I disagreed, but there was nothing I could do to convince him otherwise. I'd tried three times that morning to change his mind, and each time he'd simply shaken his head and turned back to whatever he was doing, his jaw set in that stubborn way that told me the conversation was over before

POV: SAINTThis can't just be a coincidence. "Are you certain?" I asked, and Mateo nodded in agreement. My mind drifted back to my time in the forest with Ava. I remember catching the scent of a familiar wolf before Ava even made her move against me. Was that Sam? "We need to confirm this before we tell Jackson, so we don't wrongfully accuse him," I suggested. "I agree, but how do we go about it? He's such a reserved person and rarely speaks more than necessary." Mateo had a point. The most I had seen Sam communicate was when he picked me up from my apartment to take me to Jackson's place. He only engaged with Jackson and then left right away. "We should follow him and observe what he does when he's not under orders," I proposed. "Are you suggesting we go to his house?" "Yeah, that might give us some clues. But we need to be extremely cautious. Do you think he noticed you when you saw him behind the trees?" "I doubt it; we didn't make any eye contact. Do you think he realized

POV: SAINT I woke up early this morning, having spent yesterday in bed due to a relentless headache that left me feeling drained. I decided it was best to take it easy. When I glanced at the clock, it was already past 6 AM. I could hear some commotion downstairs, likely Aunt Cee and Bethany bustling about. After some thinking, I decided to tell Jackson that I wanted to take care of Tom in the mornings-bathing and feeding him. Not only would it allow us to bond, but Tom was quite the talkative person, which would help distract me from my worries, especially with what's going on in the pack.I had stopped training with the warriors; Jackson insisted it was for my own safety, at least until things settled down. Since I was awake, I switched on the small lamp beside my bed to illuminate the room. I gazed at the ceiling, attempting to count- Saint~~ I halted my thoughts at the sound of a soft whisper. Saint~~ The voice came again. Sitting up, I flicked on the overhead light and scann

POV: JACKSONChris and I walked side by side towards Cora's coven. I chose to bring only Chris along today, as my mind was still tangled in the implications of Saint's words. Could it really be someone I trusted who was behind all this? I was unsure how to process that thought. My hope was that Saint had misinterpreted what Marcus had said; the last thing I wanted was to start doubting my own family and friends. I glanced at Chris. I would trust him with my life, and the idea of suspecting him was unimaginable. He was like a brother to me, and our bond was so deep that I'd choose blind trust over doubt any day. That made Chris an exception in my mind. "So, how are things with Saint?" Chris asked, breaking the silence. "Pretty good, I suppose," I replied. It had become clear to me that Saint was quite affectionate. I wasn't sure if this was due to the mate bond or simply his nature. That's why I had told him not to hold back if he can't control it, even if I was.... losing control m

POV: SAINT "No, no, please Marcus," I pleaded, my grip trembling as I watched his eyes roll back, turning a ghostly white. Suddenly, I heard the sound of wolves rushing toward us. "H-help, please, Marcus is-" My voice faltered, choked by my tears. Sam, Eli, and other warrior wolves arrived, swiftly lifting Marcus onto their backs before dashing away, leaving Mateo and I behind. "Are you alright, Saint?" Mateo asked, but I could only shake my head, tears streaming down my face. "It's all my fault, Mateo. I didn't trust him, and now he's-" "Shhh, everything will be okay," Mateo reassured me, wrapping me in a comforting embrace. "Saint?" I turned at the sound of Jackson's voice and went straight into his arms. He held me tightly, gently stroking my back. "J-Jackson, Ava, she-Marcus-" I cried into his shoulder, overwhelmed with emotion. "It's alright, Saint. Everything will be fine," Jackson murmured, continuing to soothe me as I let my tears flow. I lost track of time as I stood

POV: JACKSONTWO MINUTES AGOAs I sift through the collection of books on witches and magic that my dad has stashed on his shelves, an unsettling sensation washes over me. I can't pinpoint the source, but the unease is so intense that it's hard to focus. I reach out to Chris through our mindlink. "I can't shake the feeling that something's off. Is everything alright at the borders?" "Yes, I just returned from there. I checked in with the kids a few hours ago, and they seemed fine. Why? Did something happen?" "Not really. Alright, maybe it's nothing after all. Any word about Ava and Marcus?" "Not really. Sam and the guards haven't given me any updates yet. I was actually on my way there, so I'll look into it again." "Okay, please keep me updated." With that, I cut off the mindlink.Despite Chris's reassurance, the feeling still lingered. Can you check with Alex to see if anything's wrong with Saint? I told JJ. I could only mindlink my Beta, Delta, and the head warrior. Since I ha