Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Tia~

“Here we are,” Neal states as we stop in front of the clinic. We took a nice, leisurely walk to the clinic, chatting and laughing on the way. “I suggest you get that hand looked at, just to be sure that everything is okay.” Neal reaches out and runs his hand down my arm before griping above my elbow and giving it a squeeze. As Neal walks away, my mom walks out of the clinic.

“Uh, what’s that all about?” My smile falters a bit.

“What do you mean? That was Neal, he walked me down here.” My mom walks up to me, stopping right in front.

“Yeah, I got that part. I was more wondering why that would be.” Mom gives me a quick hug and steps back. “Where are your mates?” I sigh and shrug my shoulders. I really didn’t want to revisit all of that right now. I finally got my anger under control.

“I came to get my hands checked. I’m sure they’re fine though. I spent some time with the punching bag without any barrier.” Mom grabs my hands and starts to inspect them while making eye contact with me here and there.

“Everything looks fine. I’m sure you will be okay and if there is anything wrong, Andricia will take care of it.” Mom starts to rub the back of my hands. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” I really didn’t want to get into all of this with my mom. I don’t know what she would say, but I’d rather figure things out myself.

“No. Everything is okay.” Mom sighs.

easy to let outside influences interfere. Just

Neal. Something about the

He just wants to be friends and try to

people. We have always had a back-and-forth about it. She’d rather scorch the Earth and rid us of anyone who even looked at us funny. I prefer to see what people are about because sometimes people can change. I’m in

Lynn. I think it’s because I’m used to not seeing them regularly that I forget that they are around. I can spend

leaving the clinic. I was going to

have had to hear things through the grapevine. Who the hell is Jenna? Why is there a ‘Neal’ in the mix? You have a lot of explaining to do. I guess I can’t be surprised that secrets aren’t kept around here. Too many

will come find you

You better, b***h!

~Lincoln~

of issues that needed to be attended to. I figured it made more sense for me to do

walk through the woods to get back to the packhouse, and a wave of anger hits me in full force. Something is not right with Landon, and I can feel it. I hope that he and Tia didn’t get into an argument. I make my way to the treeline and shift into my human form. I find a pair of shorts in a tree trunk and throw

against the walls. Papers are thrown everywhere, along with anything you can imagine. In the middle of the mess is Landon. “Uh….what’s

and kneel down to his level. I put a hand on his shoulder. “Goliath, you need to stop fighting Landon. Let him have control.” Landon closes