Her Forever

Hades’ POV

Rosalie put a strawberry cheesecake on the table and filled up my coffee mug again. Being the Luna of many hungry wolves must have made her think she would have to feed me like one. “I’m actually pretty full, thank you, though.”

“Nonsense, you should eat more. Especially once Parisa shifts, you may not get a chance to eat much for a while.” I took a small bite of cheesecake, forcing it down. With a large gulp, I looked up at her, concerned.

“Why do you say that?” Rosalie smiled as she plated herself a piece.

“Once I shifted, let’s just say my wolf was a bit ravenous.” My eyes widened. I could remember all too well that Elea was trying to talk Parisa into. Sure, Parisa said she was ready now, but I didn’t force it on her either. My c**k was dying to be buried deep in her, but I can’t just tell that to her mother, who is trying to fatten me up for a good mating. I pulled on the collar of my dress shirt as I cleared my throat.

“There is a mating cabin, a few miles up to Paradise Path. Some wolves get a little carried away before bonding, so Jack and his father Odin build a house up the trail. No one would be able to hear you both too much.” Rosalie snickered. My face automatically blushed, thinking that that Parisa’s own mother was not shy about talking about her daughter being deflowered.

“It’s natural; it took me a while to get used to the idea of being so open, but it is what the goddess wanted, right?” She chuckled. “Plus, you have an alpha wolf mate and your god-like abilities. Who knows how long you will stay in that cabin. I had a few of my friends go up today and make sure everything was set.”

I internally g*****d. I needed to get out of this house. This was too much to talk with the in-laws; no matter how grateful I would be towards her, I just can not do this right now. Rosalie’s eyes darkened as she looked straight through me; she was being mind-linked.

“It’s started; she’s started shifting.” We both stood up, our chairs hitting the floor as we bolted out the door. I raced with Rosalie as she knew where they would be; I couldn’t automatically transport where Parisa was since we hadn’t bonded yet. Not running for long, I see Jack hovering over Parisa’s body, who was seizing on the packhouse steps.

“She’s moving so much, my touch is hurting her. Hades, get over here!” I raced to the top of the steps and scooped her up in my arms. “It’s alright,” I cooed. Her back cracked as she let out a horrible cry. My own body began to hurt to see her in so much pain. “Pack doctor?” I panicked as I shifted my body back towards the packhouse.

“No, she needs to be in nature,” Jack sputtered. “Come, we have a designated area for first-time shifters. Come.” Rosalie and Jack grabbed hands and raced towards the woods while I gently rocked her in my arms. Her m***s and whimpers didn’t go unnoticed as I tried to keep my lips to her forehead. The tingles still radiated on my face, and I prayed to Selene that Parisa could feel them too.

Once we arrived, Parisa’s brothers Michael, Thomas, and Steffan stood in a circle. Steffan looked uncomfortable while Michael watched as other wolves started to approach. He let out a low growl and shifted while his clothes were still on.

“Son,” Jack exclaimed as he put his hand on Michael’s giant form. “It’s alright; she’s safe.” Michael’s wolf still didn’t cease as his hair stood up on end. “Get back,” Jack yelled. “This will be a family affair. We appreciate the support, but this will be a tough shift.” Many wolves nodded as they backed away; several elders looked on in worry as they stayed behind the tree line.

Another crack of her thigh bone echoed through the forest as she screamed. Rosalie went to Parisa’s side, cooing at her as she began to take off her clothes. My fingers wanted to rip Rosalie away, to keep her covered, but it would be best to shift the first time if she was bare. I continued to look to the tree lines, looking for anyone watching that shouldn’t be. No one should see her like this. I didn’t care if she was a werewolf, which was natural for them. Her body was mine as mine was hers. I’ll rip anyone’s eyes out if they saw her bare body.

I took off my dress shirt, covering her slightly as she moved underneath. It was large enough to keep her mostly covered, like a blanket. Parisa’s wild thrash of her limbs had calmed down, trying to keep her wails and pain to a minimum, not wanting to worry her frantic parents. Parisa whimpered and silently cried. There was nothing I could do for her, even with all the immense power I had. I was the destroyer, bringer of pain, and I couldn’t heal my own mate.

Michael growled at an unmated male that was late to the shifting and began to bark eminently. He was naked, pushing through the brush. I jumped over Parisa’s body as I slammed the fucker to a tree. “Did you not hear your Alpha?” I grit my teeth, tears were flooding his eyes, and I swear he was going to piss himself. I chuckled lowly until I heard Parisa call my name. Dropping him to the ground, I rushed back towards her, and she instantly grabbed my hand.

“Leave us! I’ll deal with you later!” Jack barked, and he left without as much as a whimper.

“It hurts!” Parisa cried as she shielded her breasts from her family. My hand went to her face as I peppered small k****s on her cheeks. “You are so good, such a big Alpha. You can do this; you are going to shift into a beautiful wolf.” I couldn’t help but let a few tears shed through lashes as I saw her spasm again. Her back was on the forest floor, her body exposed to the setting sun. Throwing the shirt back over her body, she clutched it tightly.

The first shift could last for hours, and it did just that for Parisa. Bones were breaking, fur was sprouting but only at a snail’s pace. Once we approached the third hour, Jack began to pace frantically. “Get the elders,” he begged Steffan, who laid next to Parisa. Steffan scampered off.

“Why not mind link, Jack?” Rosalie asked worriedly.

“I can’t think straight,” Jack pulled his hair as his hand went to Parisa’s forehead. “Damit!” He punched a tree next to him while splinters went flying. I hovered over Parisa’s body; she was deathly still as the bones in her toes and fingers began to pop. “Parisa,” I called for her, but she didn’t respond.

“You listen here; you don’t give up,” I yelled at her. “You push through that last barrier, and you will shift, do you hear me!? Elea! Do you hear me?” I yelled again as I shook her still body. White fur started to sprout as she lay still; the snow-white hair covered her all over her body. Several more bones popped. All the popping made me think there wasn’t anything left to break.

Parisa’s jaw elongated, her ears stood on the top of her head. A tail emerged from behind her, and paws replaced her hands. The slow breathing became pants as a tongue lopped from her mouth. With eyes still shut, her eyebrows moved. A beautiful white wolf laid beneath me, touching her fur. I could still feel the sparks, knowing she was still mine.

Rolling off her, her family and I stood back to give her room to stand. “Parisa, open your eyes,” I begged. Rosalie and Jack held onto each other while slowly, her wolf’s body came to life. Bright mint-colored eyes looked around as her head perked up.

Standing on all fours, she was a large and majestic animal. Her tail was fluffed to a perfect white as her eyes looked at the both of us. “Parisa?” I whispered as I grew closer. Using her four limbs simultaneously, she walked towards me. Her head buried into my chest after I lowered myself to the ground. Rubbing her head all over me and licking up my neck, I couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

“That’s our girl,” Jack patted Rosalie’s back as he smiled. “You scared us there, Parisa.” Parisa looked at her family and back at me.

“Parisa says she’s alright, just scared to turn back into a human,” Rosalie laughed as she held tightly onto Jack. Parisa licked me back and nuzzled into my neck.

“You did so well. I thought I lost you.” Parisa snuffed and shook her head. “It’s tradition for her to run with the pack after a shift if you allow it, Hades,” Jack spoke. I laughed and gave Parisa a rub on the head.

The idea of her being away from me scared the s**t out of me. What if she couldn’t protect herself? Then again, she was a wolf now, an alpha at that. Parisa nudged her head into me, comforting me as I fought the internal battle in my head.

“I’ll run with them, I’ll watch her,” Ares spoke, his chest puffed out as he looked over at one large, grey wolf. She playfully lifted her butt in the air and waved her tail wildly, egging him on.

The hell is going on here?

“Can’t mess with tradition now, can I?” Parisa continued to nuzzle into me while Michael let out a large howl.

“They’re coming,” Jack started to strip his clothes while Rosalie went behind a tree. Steffan came up with the elders, but relief flooded their faces. “We were so worried,” one of the men spoke. “I’m glad she’s alright.” Everyone was taking the clothes off at this point. I was the most clothed guy here while I stood back and watched everyone shift. Ares and Vulcan had gathered as well to watch the spectacle.

“Can’t let them have all the fun, huh?” Ares wiggled his eyebrows and shifted into a giant black wolf with a red scar going straight through his eye. His wolf was significantly larger than even the Alpha as he howled in excitement.

Wolves ranging in various colors of tan, black, grey, brown, and some had a hint of gold in their fur circled Parisa. She was the only white wolf and the only one with beautiful mint-colored eyes, and she was mine. Parisa took one last glance at me, and I nodded my head for her to go. I felt the love radiate from her as she bore into my eyes. Every ounce of feeling I felt, it surrounded me like a warm blanket on one of our lazy days in the palace. It felt overwhelming. Could she send me her own feelings onto me?

A large songful howl ripped from her throat as the fellow wolves howled in unison. Parisa dashed at the front of the pack with a few hops, leading them on her shifted run.

Parisa’s POV

Four extra limbs to control was difficult, but Elea took over and had no problem adjusting to our new form. Hundreds of wolves dashed through the thickets, the brushes, and jumped over streams to keep up. The wind was blowing in my fur as I let out yips and howls of excitement. My heart was racing, and my mind was running a mile a minute. I wanted to feel nature, run through the forest until I could no longer breathe.

We circled the territory, which was large in itself, we took a few stops to drink from nearby springs, but we never stopped for long. Everyone was as equally excited, welcoming me as we sprinted under logs. The mind-link was clear as day now; I could hear my mama and dad no problem as well as Michael. In fact, I couldn’t just listen to their voices but feel them too. Whether that was a normal part of the bond with a pack, I wasn’t sure. However, the guilt and worry poured off my brother Michael heavily. I felt the sickness of his heart. It was stronger than I ever felt when we told my family about the empath ability. Does my wolf make this gift stronger, or did I break down another barrier?

Michael stayed by my side the entire run; as we started to get closer, my heart couldn’t handle the heaviness that Michael was carrying. How could he live with this pain? Mama and dad had already trailed off halfway through the run to stay with Steffan; he was close to shifting but not there yet and didn’t want to leave him alone.

“Micheal, come with me,” I nudged him as we walked towards the pack lake. The sun had set long ago, and the crickets were out in full force, getting ready for the upcoming snow. They would bury themselves deep into the soil to get away from the frost and come out when spring had finally started to thaw the ground again.

I sat on a nearby rock; it was flat, so the heat from the mid-day sun still radiated from it as we looked over the lake. “What’s wrong, Michael,” I said flatly. “Don’t lie to me.”

Michael’s wolf shifted as he whined. “Don’t fight your wolf. He wants to tell me something too.” I glanced at my brother, my younger brother, by just that of a year and a few months. I no longer needed an empath ability to know he was hiding something from me; his body language said it all. Ears back, nose pointed down, fur was flat on the top of his head.

“I’ve cried every single day you have been taken, Parisa,” Elea in my head was intently listening, as was I. His words were genuine, and I hoped he continued to tell us the truth.

“You were my best friend, you kept my secrets, you wanted me as your Beta, we had it all. I couldn’t imagine living my life without you. You are my sister, and you protected me even when I deserved to get punished. Like the time I broke mom’s favorite succulent plant?” I laughed, remembering Michael throwing a ball, and it ricocheted off the table and right in the kitchen window ledge.

“Yeah, I remember. I opened the window and told mom a blue jay flew in and knocked it over,” I snorted as I shook my fur.

“We still got caught, but you tried to help me out.” Dad could figure out a lie in a second. He had trained his ears to catch lies through heartbeats, and both of our hearts raced wildly as we repeated the story. There was no way out of it; you just can’t lie to an alpha.

“Anyway, it was the day before mom’s birthday, and you always made these cards and colored these pretty drawings. I didn’t have anything.” Michael’s head lowered. “I wanted to give mom something equally as amazing as your drawing, so I made a deal with someone to help get me the perfect present.”

I looked at Michael, whose wolf began to whimper uncontrollably.

“Parisa, I’m the reason you got taken from us.”