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Baylor POV One thing I can definitely say about a wake is that they toast and drink to everything. From my perspective, the reason no one is sad when they leave a wake is because they are too far gone to remember why they are sad. Okay, to be fair maybe that isn’t accurate since most wakes are for one person not four. I have been told that werewolves have a more difficult time becoming intoxicated, but I think they just haven’t tried hard enough. Because I am certainly feeling it 100%. Getting up the front steps of the packhouse is an olympic event when under the influence. Only two flights to get to my suite and then I can crash. “Are you okay, Baylor?” Delania asked as I stood facing the stairs to the second level of the packhouse. “Sure, I got this,” I said, puffing out my chest like I was getting ready to do something incredible. Definitely not a day to take the steps two at a time like I would normally do. I proceed to ascend the stairs holding onto the railing like a sixty
Baylor POV I woke up this morning and felt pretty good despite all that I drank and staying up half the night. “Morning baby, it’s time for training. I will see you downstairs, so we can head to the training grounds,” I murmured to Delania as I kissed her cheek to wake her. I decided to throw on a pair of shorts and my jogging shoes and head downstairs for a quick cup of coffee before training. As I cross the second floor to head to the other staircase I decide to knock on my old bedroom door. “Good morning Delta Mitchum! Training is in thirty minutes, time to rise and shine!” I shouted only partially cracking open the door. Hopefully that will help him not to be late this morning. When I get to the bottom of the second staircase, I distinctly hear giggling and detour to the living room instead of heading directly to the kitchen. The sight in front of me is absolutely hilarious. It appears my Delta actually never made it to his room last night and is face down on the living room f
Baylor POV I like starting my training off with a nice hard run in human form, it gives me time to think things through and organize my thoughts and ideas. Spending time with the pups this morning gave me a new perspective and an even greater purpose. I realize that I have no idea when the next attack could come, but the one thing that I know for sure is that we need to take every moment we can to be prepared. Those pups are just as affected by what happens to our pack as the adults are and it shames me to admit that I had never thought of it before. I don’t know how other Alphas view their pack members whether they are elders or pups and maybe that’s an advantage. Being young myself and living the life I did prior to becoming Alpha gives me a different perspective to view how important the safety of my people is and it isn’t something I will ever take lightly. Lizzy’s question about my sadness over my parents death was really stuck in my head this morning. I remember growing up
Baylor POV I blinked and tried to assess what just happened. Okay first thing is I am not hurt, so that’s good. I looked to where I had seen Lizzy and Annie last and they were being comforted by Fiadh, Delania, and Phoebe, ok that’s good then. Next I looked to where Uncle Mike was to see Clive and Kenneth talking with him. So finally I turned around and looked behind me to see Dara and the man I recognize as the vampire who saved Machieste and Marlon. Great news, I have visitors. Bad news, the arrow and apple are currently attached to the vampire. I bet that never happened to William tell, I chuckle in my head. “Oh Ichor are you alright?” Dara said, placing a hand on the vampire’s arm while looking horrified. He chuckled and said “Don’t get your wand bent out of shape Dara. It’s only a flesh wound.” I have no problem with Dara visiting, I like her and her mother both and even my Delta seems to have an interest in the younger witch. But I think we might need to work out an early war
Mitchum POV I like Dara a lot more than I probably should, because I know she has a mate. But damn she is on my mind 24/7. The first time we had sex was so fucking hot and she wants to try it with replicating me next time and I am all for it. However she brought a guy to the pack. He’s a vampire and she seems to be really friendly with him. I don’t like that one little bit and neither does my wolf Nigel. The way she was fawning over him when he got shot with an arrow sent Nigel into a snarling rant in my head. I hate when he does that shit because it gives me a headache. It was just a flesh wound anyway, I don’t see what the big deal is. Dara says she brought the vampire here to check on Marlon and Machieste, but who does he think he is? He brought them here and dumped them off. We've been taking care of Marlon and we were the ones who took care of Machieste until he healed. The vampire was just the delivery boy, like he was dropping off a couple of pizzas. Why is Baylor being so
Baylor POV For as much as everything was starting to look up one thing I did notice that was definitely out of place is my Delta’s attitude. Mitchum is one of my best friends and my brother in every sense of the word except by blood. He is two years older than me and I don’t really recall ever not knowing him. He’s smart, friendly, and mostly has the inability to be serious Ninety percent of the time. It didn’t escape my notice that today is one of the rare moments when he’s serious and he was being a serious dick when Ichor was here. Most specifically being a dick to Ichor himself. I don’t know why that is, but I am damn sure I am going to find out. Once Dara and Ichor left Mitchum took off upstairs to his room and when he stalks off to be by himself that means he is sulking about something. I heard his door slam and looked at Delania. “Baby, I need to go talk to Mitchum and find out what is going on with him. I have to ask you for a seriously weird favor right now though,” I said
Ichor POV It was nice to visit the new young Alpha and see that the warrior and the child were both safe. I have spent many years fighting injustice and saving the lives of others. The irony being that in the beginning I had never been able to save myself. If I reflect over the years I can see that becoming a vampire was not a punishment for the choices that lead to the end of my human existence, but a destiny that I had been born to fulfill. I am supposed to be on vacation here in Ireland and taking a break from the ‘life’ I normally lead, but fate had other plans and landed me right in the middle of another good versus evil werewolf conflict. I am no stranger to conflict because as I said I have spent my life as a vampire righting wrongs. I have known the Crone and by extension, her children for many years. I usually end up being the confidant of the youngest of her offspring while they find their own way in the world. Drake and Dara are the youngest of Agatha’s children and while
Baylor POV This week has really flown by but I can definitely see the improvements in all of the warriors. I have even gotten the hang of archery. Which if you didn’t know isn’t exactly as easy as it looks on television. It seriously takes strength to draw back on the string before releasing the arrow. I haven’t shot anyone though, so that’s a plus. Ichor has been coming to our early morning train sessions with the elite team of warriors and he’s damn good, and will be a valuable asset when this battle inevitably takes place. The only drawback to having Ichor around is it pisses Mitchum off to no end and if I was to guess he knows he pisses Mitchum off and does it for fun. Today we are having sparring matches and since Mitchum is in charge of the rosters, bet you’ll never guess who he has matched himself up against. Yes, you guessed it just fine, he has chosen to match himself against Ichor. I wonder if I should say anything to Ichor or just let it be? I guess for now I will keep
Baylor POV six months later “Would you quit staring at her already? I am sure that even the Queen of the Weebles is gonna kick your ass, if you don’t quit staring at her Kenneth,” I teased trying to push Kenneth out the front door of the packhouse. “Kenneth is P.W.’ed bad,” Mitchum taunted. “P. W.” Marlon and Connie parroted from their play pen. “I'm sure I don’t want to know what that means. And I definitely don’t want the pups repeating it,” Siobhan growled as she came into the common room. “What? You didn’t yell at Baylor for saying A S S, but I say P.W.’ed and I’m in trouble,” Mitchum sulked. “They didn’t repeat after their Alpha. They repeated after their Uncle Mitchum,” Siobhan scolded as she gave the pups each a carrot stick. “I was just saying that Beta Kenneth is Phoebe Whipped. Geesh, accidentally teach the pups the F Bomb and I am in the dog house for life,” Mitchum whined. “Come on dude. We all know what the real meaning is and no, Siobhan doesn’t want to know
Baylor POV It shook me to my core when I learned that most wolves don’t survive when they lose their mate. I had given up on the battlefield and if it hadn’t been for Uncle Mike and Phoebe, Delania would most likely have died as well. That would have been another person who had died for me senselessly. So I have increased my training so that hopefully I am never in that position again. As for Alpha Colin himself, he has moved to the city to live above The Howling Shamrock Dublin and will continue to manage my finances until I am of age to do so myself. He said that even with the bond severed it was difficult to face pack life. His son came once he received the message we had sent to him through Agatha. He asked that we wake him and give him the choice of surviving or following after Luna Freya in death. He chose to live and it took half of the Crone’s coven to completely sever the bond and remove Luna Freya’s mark. These were some of the most powerful witches in Ireland and it prov
Baylor POV Once Delania and I had made it up to our room, I unceremoniously fell face first into bed. I may have been out for a day and a half, but I was completely exhausted and sleep claimed me quickly. When I woke up it was an entirely different story. I felt completely energized and ready to face my day. It might have had something to do with the woman riding my cock as I woke. “Well good morning to you too, beautiful,” I said, reaching up and pulling Delania down for her lips to press against mine. When our lips parted her eyes were full of mischief and she said, “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I squeezed her ass and replied, “Feel free to wake me like this anytime. Though that would remove the foreplay, I rather enjoy that part too.” She rose up and began riding at a quick pace and I grabbed her hips to meet her thrust for thrust. “Maybe next time then,” she said with a breathy moan. Watching her enjoy herself, lost in pleasure, stirred something inside me and I rolled to swi
Baylor POV The darkness didn’t last long and almost instantly there was a cacophony of sound. I heard Delania breathing next to me before the shouting began and the packhouse door slammed open. It took a few moments more before my eyes opened and I could see that I was in the medical room and I could hear every vile thing that Marissa, the fucking cunt, was screaming at my mate. By the time everything was completely focused, I heard Delania very calmly telling Marissa to leave and that she was unwelcome here. That bitch was less than unwelcome, she was already dead and didn’t know it yet. Pain screamed through my body as I sat up and tried to swing my legs off of the bed. I heard Marissa say, “I’m not going anywhere. Your mate killed mine and I am gonna kill him while you watch.” The anger that surged through me was greater than the pain and I instantly knew how I was going to kill Marissa. ‘Shammus?’ ‘Welcome back dummy.’ ‘Not the time, Shammus. I don’t think my human body is re
Delania POV Baylor had been out for well over twenty four hours and I was beginning to worry about how badly his internal injuries may have been. I have only left his side for that initial shower and then to empty my bladder after that. After a few hours I had licked all of the wounds that I could, knowing that the saliva of your mate could aid in the healing process. I could see improvements, so that gave me some hope. Sirona had come in a few hours ago and said that she was going to get Baylor more cleaned up now that he had begun to heal more. I asked if his vitals were stable and once she confirmed that they were, I asked her to please set up what was needed for his bath and I would do it. It wasn’t a jealous mate thing, it was me not wanting to leave and let someone provide care that I could provide myself. “This soap is an antibacterial, so it won’t hurt the wounds that are not completely healed. But make sure you rinse it well so that the Alpha doesn’t get a rash from the res
Baylor POV Wow, this place is positively beautiful! The skies are so blue and the grass and trees are so green they don’t hardly seem real. Looking out at the crystal waters it almost takes my breath away. It’s so peaceful, but a little lonely. “You’re not alone dummy, I’m right here with you,” I hear a familiar voice say. The odd part is this is a voice I normally hear only in my head. I turn my head to the side and see my wolf Shammus sitting next to me. “Shammus, how come I can see you? Why are you out of my head?” I questioned the odd occurrence. “We’re in the healing space. It is the only time other than death where we will ever be two instead of one,” Shammus explained as if this was an obvious answer. But it isn’t really that obvious to me, why would we need to be in the healing space. “I don’t understand, Shammus. Why are we here? You said we aren’t dead, can you please explain this to me?” I truly was confused by the situation and I wanted answers. “The battle finally ca
Delania POV Looking at Baylor laying in this bed it reminds me of how young he really is. If he were human he wouldn’t even be old enough to fight in a war for his country. But he isn’t human and he is the Alpha of Skatom Mochain who fought until he couldn’t for his pack. I brushed his hair off of his face and bent to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Come back to me baby. Our pack needs you, I need you. Uncle Mike is here and he needs you too. Wake up baby, I love you,” I told him, holding his hand in mine. I couldn’t hold back anymore as the tears streamed down my face. This man with a defined sense of right and wrong, who stood for equality and justice was laying here broken. I remember Baylor telling me that it had been his dream to come to Ireland and find his family for as long as he could remember. He had made it and gotten a much larger family than he could have possibly dreamed of. He worked diligently to learn and be the best for his family. That’s what we all were, th
Delania POV I knew the moment Baylor went down, I felt it through the mate bond. I was stunned for a moment before I began running full force towards the area where the worst of the fighting had been. As I was running past the training grounds my heart almost stopped when I saw Ichor carrying Baylor in his arms. “Is he?” I cried out. I couldn’t say anything more, it felt like I couldn’t even breathe. “He’s alive but he’s badly injured. He kept fighting long after he should have been down. He has a strong will to survive,” Ichor answered. “We need to get him to the medical room,” I said. “That’s where I am taking him, Luna. Are your healers already there?” Ichor asked calmly. “I can’t remember. I can’t remember who our healers… Wait, Sirona, I’ll call Sirona,” I stuttered my mind going in a million directions. “Good, you call for Sirona. She’ll take care of your Alpha,” Ichor said slowly. ‘Sirona, please come to the packhouse right away! The Alpha is hurt badly and is unconsciou
Baylor POV Over the next several days everyone in the pack fell into a normal routine. All pack members from age fourteen to well past fifty did some level of training, pups as young as eight were learning but their training was very mild in comparison to those who may possibly face a fight. We had a dedicated team of pack members who were working on the housing project. There were currently ten homes under construction, which meant families would start being able to have privacy. I had pack members approach me requesting permission to start building a grocery store, a coffee shop, and two restaurants. We were slowly finally on the road to rebuilding. I fell into a routine as well. I would wake two hours before the training for the elite team of warriors began so that I could do a perimeter check and look for deficiencies in the border patrol. After elite training I would oversee the various projects going on around the pack and join in on other training sessions when I could. In th