The elders looked pleased at my honesty. They glanced at each other, communicating with their eyes before turning around to look at me. "We are happy to welcome you to the pack, but first, you have to swear loyalty to us," said the elder in the middle. I looked at them confused. How do you swear loyalty to a pack? Do you kneel? Bow? Prostrate?They must have seen the confusion on my face because one of them spoke up to clarify. "You have to go down on your knees, head bowed, and swear that you will never do anything to harm or betray this pack..."That is easy enough, I relaxed thinking that the elder was finished, but he wasn't. "Even at the expense of your own pack," he finished. My whole body went rigid. The essence of this whole charade isn't just for them to offer me refuge, I intend to use their pack to liberate mine. What if they say no. According to this oat, I won't be able to do anything about it because the well-being of their pack will have to come before mine. The he
The Alpha’s chilled response left me dazed and confused. He has been acting differently ever since Dustin came to my rescue. What is going on behind that impassive , closed off expression? Before I could respond, Dustin, my ever knight in shinny amour did. "You can’t be serious, dad!" His voice was raised and challenging, and I don’t think he meant for it to come out that way. The expression on the Alpha’s face went down a few degrees. His eyes narrowed into a slit at his son. "Are you questioning my decision, boy?!" I reacted before Dustin could open his mouth and further worsened this deteriorating situation. I took his hand and squeezed it, stopping the words there were about to spew out from him. Dustin might be the good son, but when it comes to something he feels that isn’t right, he wants to seek justice, but this is the Alpha we are talking about here. He might be his father, but he can’t challenge him. As much as it pleases me that he is ready to do anything
The few of the pack members I came across had no idea where he could be, but I was lucky enough that one person had seen him heading towards the cabin house in the woods. The one Dustin and I visited few days ago. I had no idea how to get there, so I asked Frost for help. She was so inquisitive about why I wanted to see him. I didn’t have any answers for her, so I tried to brush her questions aside. It was just this feeling inside me that I couldn’t brush away no matter how much I wanted to. With Frost help I was able to locate the cabin again. Its outward beauty still made me pause and admire it, before moving forward towards the entrance. My stride was a little hesitant like I was giving myself chance to change my mind. A part of me wanted to, while the other pushed on, and before I could make up my mind on what I really wanted I was standing in front of the glass door, my fingers going for the buzzer beside the key pad. As soon as my fingers left the buzzer, I started to hy
I felt his breath on my skin like a feather tickle which startled me and made me jump out of my skin. I turned around sharply to face him, and unluckily ran into him. How the hell did he move so noiselessly. His hand of course automatically reached out to steady me, putting us in an even more dangerous pose. My breath got caught in my throat as I gawked at his handsome face like a fish out of water. I was so wrapped up in his enteral beauty that I forgot how much I disliked him. Him being who he is of course took advantage of my momentary lapse in concentration and kissed me. My whole body went still at the feel of his lips on mine. Push him away, he is not the one you want! My head screamed but my body was just too frozen to do a thing. Fallon! snap back to your senses! Frost roared in my mind, and I blinked back to consciousness to find myself entangled with Chase. I had my both arms behind his head, his hand was against my ass holding one of my leg up around his slim waist,
My eyes that were closed in pleasure flew open in horror at the sound of Dustin’s voice, and his approaching footsteps. I reacted before my brain could catch up and pushed Chase of me. It was so strong that it sent him crashing to the ground. I flew past him, ignoring his moans of pain, and rushed out of the room to intercept Dustin before he could make his way into the room. "Hey! you,” I greeted breathlessly, coming to a stop in front of Dustin, few feet away from Chase’s studio. I tried to act like nothing was amidst, but I couldn’t sell it. "Are you alright?” Dustin looked at me suspiciously. I nodded. "Why?” His regard grew focused as if he was trying to see something on my face. "You look flushed.” I blushed harder, and immediately looked away from his piercing stare. "It is nothing. Just your brother getting on my nerves. You know how he is,” I waved my hands trying to dismiss the whole things. "I had no clue that it was your nerves I had my hands all over. For that I
Dustin paused briefly in his hot stride at his brother’s words, the hand holding mine tightening so hard that it hurt. There was look of intense fury and hardness on his face that I feared he was going to rush back and murder his brother, but then it quickly resided and he continued on without sparing Chase a glance or a word. I was impressed by his tight control and being the bigger person. It was obvious that Chase was itching for a fight. I was also curious about what Chase meant by his words, but now wasn’t the time to explore my curiosity. We walked back to the pack in silence. It was very uncomfortable and tensed. The hand holding on to mine was gentle, but the body walking beside me was stiff and guarded. Like the first time we met. I felt anxious about his silence and cold attitude and itched to say something. But what? I didn’t know how to break the pregnant silence between us. All through the walk back, I held my peace, but as soon as we broke into view of the Pa
They came like a thief in the night with no warning. One moment my Pack were thriving and happy and the next it is up in smoke with the screams of the dying rising to the heavens. Rogues have been the bane of werewolves existence. Creating havoc and killing the innocent. They are like cancer that wouldn't go away no matter what you did. Our pack, The Running Creek pack is located far south in the state. We have heard about the plague of the rogues in other places, rumors of it encroaching towards our borders, but my father never took it serious. His mistake. My father God bless him was an idealist, a man who rarely advocated for violence. Our pack lived in peace, in harmony. Everyone treated equally doesn't matter if you are an alpha, a beta or an omega. My mother ruling beside him was a kind hearted omega, whose love for her pack was felt by all in the pack. A smile from her was like the touch of the sun and everyone yearned to bask in their brightness. They were good leaders and
The night soon turned into a bloody nightmare with my people fighting very hard to survive. Our dead littered the floor of the ballroom like rubbish on the streets yet more rogues kept coming. It was an attack on a large scale. Like something that has been planned for many nights. How didn't we see this coming. I was tired, wounded and barely holding my own, and the only thing keeping me going is Zach fighting beside me. Between the two of us we have managed to kill a lot of rogues, but that barely made a dent in their numbers. My father and few of our warriors were back at the pack defending it. The rogue planned their attack so well that they were attacking us on two fronts. I have been keeping touch with my father through our link and he was still going same as us. But I could hear his strength depleting. Mum was safe, for now as the warriors were doing their best keeping the rogues at bay from where she and the rest of our packs who couldn't fight are being sheltered. Our cubs,