Selene

I watched the playful soul frolic with his wolf; unaware that I had plans for him. I meant it when I vowed to right the wrongs that that Jefferson boy had committed. The soul of Samson Hammonds had died much too young; barely sixteen…and had just fallen in love. It was not his fault he had fallen for the target of an obsessive boy. 

As if he could sense me; the soul stopped, his head turning to me and his wolf wrapped itself around his ankles in a protective hold. I chuckled, as if I would hurt this child further. 

“Hello child, do you know who I am?”

“You seem familiar…but no.”

“I am Selene, the Moon Goddess. Your kind, call me the Good Mother.”

“What do you want with me?”

“Do you remember how you came to be here?”

The soul seemed to think about this question, his eyes pinching and his lips tightening until his face seemed to pale further;

“My best friend killed me. Is…is Nate okay?”

My heart swelled at the insinuation that he cared more for the boy he loved than the fact he was dead. I had made a good decision for once, yes this soul would fit perfectly into the Lennox family.

“Nate is fine. He has a mate who loves him, and a daughter that adores him. Would you like to see him?”

“Yes!”

The soul approached me with excitement, and I waved my hand over the clouds at our feet, an image appeared in the swirling vortex and finally two wolves came into focus. I smiled at my favorite mated pair, and I heard the sharp gasp from the soul beside me.

“He’s so…old!”

I barked out a laugh at that. Yes indeed, Nathan O’Rourke had aged in the time it took me to track down the soul beside me…but he was so happy and most importantly his soul had been mended in the decade that had passed since all the tragedies.

“Yes, he has aged quite a bit since you last saw him. I believe it's been almost fourteen years since you’ve been alive.”

“Nate is thirty?!”

“I do believe so. Time is a strange thing when you’re immortal…or dead as the case may be with you.”

“He does seem happy. Who is the little girl?”

“Their daughter Briar. She is a reincarnation of your sister Bree.”

“Bree died?”

“Yes, much the same way you did…but somehow worse. She was killed by her mate.”

“What? Aren’t you in charge of choosing our mates? How did you let that happen?”

“I did not foresee how horribly damaged Beckham’s mind would become when I paired his soul with your sister’s. That is why I am righting my wrongs.”

“Why did you approach me?”

“I sent Bree’s soul to Earth when the opportunity arose, and I sensed an opportunity much like it arising now. You would be reincarnated into the Pacifica Pack, and all three of the wolves you see before you would claim you as theirs.”

“Like a mate bond?”

“A familial bond. Some say it's a bit stronger.”

“And I’d be their son. Would I remember my previous life?”

“No, but you and Briar will recognize a kinship that is soul deep.”

“Nate will be my father?”

“Yes…is that alright?”

“I think so.”

“Then good luck on your new adventure my child.”

I snapped my fingers and sent the soul of Samson Hammonds through time and space until he settled into the body of the unborn child inside a she-wolf with a weak heart. I had sensed her impending death and had already made preparations for her arrival. A rare, sad smile played across my lips as I watched the scene unfold.

I didn’t relish when my children’s lives were cut short…but sometimes things happened that were out of my control and when they happened; I welcomed the worthy souls with open arms into my world that I had crafted. And condemned the wicked to fates worse than death. I smiled as little Briar picked up the newly born orphan and whispered his name.

“Good luck, .”