A smell hit me like a truck going full speed. Pine trees and winter storms. Leather and something wild and scary and completely overwhelming. It made my wolf go totally crazy inside my head, scratching and clawing to get out. My knees went weak. The cleaning materials fell from my hands, clattering to the floor like my world was falling apart.

"Do you smell that?" a deep voice asked. The voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Honey and wildflowers," another voice answered, rougher than the first. "Like summer and sunshine. Where is it coming from?"

A third voice, softer but just as strong, said, "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever smelled."

But that was impossible. I was just an omega. Just unseen Aisla who cleaned floors and stayed out of sight and never caused trouble for anyone important.

The footsteps got closer. I could hear them breathe now.

My wolf was going crazy inside me. She wanted out. She wanted to run toward that smell, not away from it. She wanted something I didn't understand.

"There," the third voice said, softer than the others but somehow more dangerous. "In the kitchen. She's in there."

The footsteps stopped right outside the door. I could feel them there, waiting.

Deep down, I knew my life was about to change forever.

I could swear I heard three wolves roaring inside my head.

The kitchen door handle turned slowly.

I was about to meet my fate.

Or my doom.


~

I had spent my entire life in the shadows. As a lowly omega, I was used to being overlooked, ignored, and unseen. 

But everything changed on my 18th birthday.

That was the day the Moon Goddess gave me a cruel kind of blessing. 

I had a mate. 

Not just one. 

Not two. 

But all three of the Alpha’s sons, the legendary triplets were bound to me.

My head felt like someone had smashed it with a rock. 


I opened my eyes slowly, trying to remember what happened. The yard. Aisla floating in the air. Black vines twisting around me like snakes. 


Then nothing. I sat up too fast and everything spun. My body ached everywhere. Burns covered my arms and legs where those twisted plants had grabbed me. 


"Easy there," a voice said. I turned and saw Dr. Hayes, the pack doctor, putting away his medical bag. 


"Your bedroom. Caelan carried you home three hours ago. You've been unconscious since then." Three hours? 


"Where's Aisla? Is she okay?" Dr. Hayes frowned. 


"She's fine, as far as I know. Though I'm more worried about you right now. Those burns are unlike anything I've seen before." 


I looked down at my arms. The skin was red and burned, but healing fast thanks to my wolf blood. Still, they hurt like fire. 


"What did you tell my father about these?" I asked. 


Chapter 12 - Chapter 12: Brothers at War