My Lycan Mate of Suicide Forest

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"You can't go like that," Greta sauntered over to Graeme and appraised the plain black tank under his jacket.

"Yes I can," he replied with an edge in his voice that made her recall the way he snarled at her earlier.

"It just needs something else, okay? Let me grab something from my room," she told him in a gentler tone before turning to climb the stairs.

August smiled, amused at the bickering between the two and looked down at the new ring on her finger. The fact that Graeme thought to get her anything was so sweet, and the happiness of this love between them bubbled up in her throat making her feel as if she could absolutely squeal with joy.

Feeling the intensity of this rush of emotions in his mate, Graeme grabbed her hand and brought her wrist to his lips, brushing them against her pulse and her scent that only he was privy to now before kissing her there. August felt the contact spike up her arm before sinking deliciously low through her body, and Graeme winked, nipping the skin this time and causing her to shiver.

"We could just stay here," he breathed against her skin.

"No you couldn't," Greta's voice was back as she stepped carefully down the steps while holding the skirt of her dress.

Graeme rolled his eyes for only August to see, and she giggled.

Once Greta was standing before them, she held up a silver medallion against her palm for Graeme to see.

"That was dad's," his eyebrows pinched together and he took the chain from her, examining the medallion that hung on it.

"Maggie gave it to him. Once you came back, I considered giving it to you if you stayed. And since you have, it's yours," she explained with a small smile.

August studied the silver medallion in Graeme's hand. It had what appeared to be an abstract design on it that was hard to decipher.

"Is that a bird?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "And a sun?"

"He never explained it to us," he told her, running his thumb along the texture of the piece that he had seen around his father's neck without fail.

"You don't know what it means?" August asked, looking from him to his sister.

Sam walked up behind them to take a look. "I wonder if my mom would know."

"How did you get this?" Graeme's attention went to his sister whose eyes were gleaming seeing him admiring it.

"I found it here in the nightstand one day," she shrugged.

"But he rarely took it off," he frowned.

"They were traveling that day," she shrugged. "Maybe that's why. Here let me put it on you."

Graeme handed her the necklace and stood still as Greta walked around to clasp it at his neck. Once that was done, she checked him over again and nodded with satisfaction.

"Much better," she smiled.

"As long as the boss approves," he rolled his eyes before lifting the medallion to look at it again and then letting it fall against his chest.

"Hello, my children. Happy Samhain," Sylvia opened the front door and greeted them with Sage walking in behind her. He was holding the paper mache mask he had made.

"Welcome! Happy Samhain," Greta smiled and hugged her as soon as she was in the door.

"Well, don't you all look beautiful," Sylvia's eyes disappeared in her smile.

"So do you, mom," Graeme kissed her cheek with Sam walking up behind him to do the same.

August bent down to greet Sage. "I need help with something," she whispered as the adults moved further into the house.

His eyebrows tilted up in question.

"We need to light the jack-o-lanterns before we leave," she told him. When he didn't seem to understand what she was referring to, she added, "the pumpkins out front. They need candles in them so their faces light up."

"Oh," he replied with his sweet little voice that was so rarely heard.

"Can you help me?"

Sage nodded, and she went to retrieve the tea lights Greta had gotten for her before following him outside. It was cold, especially in the dress that was so beautiful but very light.

"Here, let me do that," Graeme said, coming to find her out front shivering next to Sage as they were lighting the small candles and placing them in the pumpkins. "You need a coat, Moon," he removed his jacket and put it on her shoulders before taking the matches from her. He squatted down next to the pup who was closing up one of the pumpkins with its lid.

August shook her head, smiling at the lycan of hers who wasn't bothered by the chilly air despite being in a tank top now. She watched him work with Sage, lighting the candles and then passing them to the pup to insert into the pumpkins. It was touching, and for the first time she found herself thinking of what he would be like as a dad. Seeing a male as strong and powerful and handsome as him holding a baby… she wasn't sure her heart would be able to take it.

"Raven and Sun," Sage's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, and she saw him pointing to the medallion around Graeme's neck.

"You know this?" Graeme asked, lifting the pendant so he could see it closer. Sage nodded with a grin.

"What does it mean?" August walked closer to where they were, surprised that he had picked up on what the abstract design was.

Sage turned to meet her eyes before looking back at Graeme. He seemed to be surprised that they didn't know what he was referring to. When they continued waiting for him to speak, he stood from where he was crouching by the glowing faces.

"Raven set the Sun free," he said simply, as if that would explain it.

August continued watching as Graeme's eyebrows threaded together. "I remember that story," he finally said.. "Maggie told it to Greta and I when we were pups."