~Tyra’s Point of View~
I fluttered my eyes open, momentarily forgetting where I was since I seemed to be doing a lot of bed hopping lately. It was now Monday, and we had until next Wednesday for the challenge. It seemed like an eternity … way too long for so much uncertainty to hang in the balance.
I did mean it though, about trying to see Zach again. I wasn’t sure now though if it was a good idea. If he knew I’d slept with Ridge he’d lose his shit.
I felt Ridge’s arms around me, he was breathing lightly in my ear, spooning me. I had no clue what I’d really pictured for my first time, but last night was perfect. If I was being honest I had probably pictured my first time as rape, at least that’s what I’ve believed all these years.
I let out a qui
Much to everyone’s shock I kept pace with all the men, my sprints, the weights, you name it. I mean obviously I didn’t lift as much as they did, but I still met all the same number of sets.It was damn hard not to constantly look at Ridge to see what he was thinking about it. Everytime I looked for him he was staring right at me. Even when he’d walk to the water cooler he’d be staring at me.“Where are all the she-wolves, quite a sausage fest in here,” I asked Ridge when we had a moment alone.He laughed, holding his stomach.“Baby they don’t care about this stuff. They have like aerobics and whatnot they do yoga out in the field, some might come watch their mates spar but the guys don’t like it, it's a di
🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️He walked me into a stand up shower, still inches from my face but not kissing me. He held me up with one hand and pulled the door shut, but still just stared at me. My body was completely on fire, on edge with anticipation. Little bastard.“You’re killing me,” I finally said.“Good,” he said.We stared into each other’s eyes as the spray hit us both, it was hot but that was just how I liked it.“You have no fucking idea how hot it was to watch you fight, especially with how good you are,” he said, finally kissing my neck.I moaned into him, putting my hands in his hair. He shoved me
~Ridge’s Point of View~I had never been more turned on in my life watching Tyra in the gym and it was torture. I did everything possible to not show how hard I was, especially since we weren’t alone. If we had been alone I’d have had her over every piece of equipment in there .., and believe me when I say I was visualizing the hell out of it. It was impossible not to.I kept walking around, doing everything to move and stay busy ...and not just stare at her, but it was impossible. Forrest was furious with me and I didn’t blame him. He wanted her marked immediately.When she said she wanted to fight I wasn’t happy at all. I had just gone through a mess to get her, and it still wasn’t even resolved. There was no way I could risk something stupid happening to her
~Tyra’s Point of View~Apparently the mall was about an hour drive off the pack lands. Nate was actually pretty damn chatty and it cracked me up.“So yeah, that’s what I look for when I’m fighting,” he said, trying to tell me about his skills.“I size up my opponents too, men are easy to read,” I said, waving my hand at him.“Oh? Do tell,” he said, curiously.I scoffed and feigned shock.“You want advice … from ME? A lowly new she-wolf,” I laughed, clutching my chest.“You’re not just any she-wolf as we both know,” he sa
~Zach’s Point of View~“Wake up baby, follow my voice,” I said, stroking her hair.I didn’t know what was supposed to happen between when Tyra left me on Sunday and the challenge, but I had planned to try and talk to her again, reason with her. I never fucking expected to get a call that she’d been hit by a truck and was barely alive. I spared no expense getting the best doctor to transport her to the pack and care for her.I had now been watching the doctor do this thing and run tests on her for hours. It was getting late and I was mentally exhausted. Seeing her like this, it was too much. She never should have left me, never should have gone with that moron.“What do you think doctor,” I asked, not being able to s
~Tyra’s Point of View~I’m running, the wet, cold grass and mud are beneath my bare feet, sucking me down but it can’t hold me. I have to see it, I have to get there. I can’t miss it, I never miss it no matter what. It’s been pouring down rain for days straight, but it can’t keep me away.I finally see it, within my view and I just have to get to it. I finally throw myself at the block of stone, crying out. Every year it’s a different emotion for me, but not for him. But it’s never her fault. Anger, rage, it all comes to the surface on this day. The happiest day of the year in any pup’s life. The day my dad did everything possible to show how much he loved me, then he’d storm away from me in anger and rage. The ultimate tipping point.
My heart absolutely sank when Ash said I couldn’t leave, that Zach could keep me overnight, since it was best I stay in the pack hospital. I didn’t trust Zach a fucking BIT, and no one should!! Like death was somehow a deterrent to marking me? I couldn’t show him how pissed I was … how terrified I was really.Zach was trying to be charming by feeding me, opening the windows and telling me how nice it was outside. He even took me on a little walk in the hallways to get me up and moving a bit. My body was so damn stiff and putting weight on my feet was so hard, I had to keep holding Zach for support and he was relishing in it. All I could do was think about Ridge and how pissed he must be, how helpless he must feel.We were watching TV when I finally said, “don’t you think you need to get ready for tomorrow?”
~Zach’s Point of View~I watched Tyson go down the hall with Tyra, and I didn’t like it a bit. But I knew it would get me some brownie points with her and I needed all the help I could get.“Want me to go listen,” Ryan asked.I shook my head.“No, leave them be. Why don’t you guys go get some air for a couple minutes and come back, in case Tyson doesn’t want to leave,” I said, looking at my other warriors.“How the hell did he even get here, past our guards,” I asked.“Just like that cat did the other day, just teleported in, out of nowhere without permission,” Ryan said, pissed off.
~Epilogue~ ~Four Months Later~ ~Missy’s Point of View~ “Are you sure you’re ready to try this baby,” Nate asked, from underneath me. I made a face, since I was already struggling like hell with my current position. I was splayed out across the top of Nate’s body with my back to his chest. My hair was likely suffocating him. Between everything with the village and having little Fisher, we rarely take advantage of the witches’ offers to send us somewhere exotic anymore. But tonight had been planned for weeks, and both grandmas were handling things so we could have a weekend away. However, I still had to have Kendra pop in every 12 hours
~Missy’s Point of View~ ~Next Month~ “Kendra I don’t understand, what’s so important that you had to--” I fumbled into the dark room to find the light, wondering why she was dragging me into the daycare at 8pm on a Friday night. I flicked the switch and my jaw dropped. “SURPRISE!!!” I gasped and covered my mouth as everyone cheered and shouted. There were balloons all over and confetti flew through the air. I looked next to Renata and saw a giant cake, easily four tiers. On top was a brown haired doll in a shiny red dress just like she’d made me for the dance. There were two males in tuxedos both holding on to the doll.
~Missy’s Point of View~ *Are you really not going to shift back,* I said, feeling defeated. My wolf and I laid in front of the packhouse and everyone gawked at us. It had been hours and hours since my shift, and my wolf seemed to be content to stay. She was still mad that I forced her shift early, she was mad that our mates weren’t here to see it and help. She was determined to stay until she got to see them and offer a piece of her mind. I was certain her little badass attitude would fall away once she saw them. The humans were very curious about her, and she let them pet her. She thought it made her feel special and important. Admired, when she couldn’t get that satisfaction from her mates. “Everyone can
~Nate’s Point of View~Could there be anything more impossible than both my mates needing me and having to choose? Missy only gets her first shift once, we had to know it would happen after getting marked. But we couldn’t put off the invasion, not when the Shadows were all ready to go.Would Ryan have been okay without me? Probably. It wasn’t like I did anything but try to comfort him anyhow. This was a whole new dynamic that would take some real thought. Two mates absolutely dependent on me, and Ryan having two dependent on him as well. We were as joined as three people could be. If you’d asked me even a month ago who I would choose in a moment like this, of course I’d have said Missy. She should always be the number one choice. But now I also know, if anything happened to Ryan it would positively devas
~Renata’s Point of View~ I felt Diego now as if he were so close, but I still couldn’t mind-link him. I watched out the window as there was a crazy rain storm that seemed to come and go, then a glowing light in the distance made my jaw drop. I quickly opened my two windows in shock, trying to be sure I was seeing things correctly. A forest fire. Ohh goddess! They’ll never put that out! They’re gonna burn the damn pack to the ground! Oh fuck I gotta get outta here! My mind went into overdrive and I suddenly had to wonder if I could shift and be able to get out of the ankle cuff, I’d have a smaller leg. Would that work? Desperate times Renata… I cle
~Ryan’s Point of View~I hadn’t been in the battle of Blood Claw, but everyone damn well knew the stories. A witch that could raise the dead, use them as a fucked up to way to fight your enemy. And in smoke so thick you can’t even see what’s coming at you? I didn’t sign up for this shit!*Renata, it’s all for her. We are here for her,* Huck reminded me.*It’s all for killing our fucking father,* I reminded him.We all had knives or daggers of some sort, but no guns. Did guns even work against the dead? Did knives? Fuck if I know, there isn’t a training manual for batshit crazy witches!*Katrina thinks this wit
~Missy’s Point of View~ I can only make popcorn for so damn long, what am I going to do for all these people tonight? On top of that, I had a huge migraine and my skin was just super itchy. Maybe if I could sneak away and get a bath I’d feel better. I was already sick of the wink and nudge act from Nate’s mom who kept finding excuses to look at my neck. Although, several people did. They said I smelled different and of course everyone knew what that meant. “We’ll have to have a proper Luna ceremony,” someone said. I had no idea what that entailed, but with my mates gone and my best friend kidnapped it was hardly something I could waste my brain space on for now.
~Diego’s Point of View~ I stood on the practically barren Blood Claw lands, and could hardly imagine what this looked like once upon a time. Tyson didn’t much like to talk about his childhood, he said he was just a mindless zombie doing and going where he was told much like everyone else. That was hard for me to believe now, knowing how strong and confident he was today. But I guess we were all children at some point, just eager to please our parents. Goddess knows I was always trying to prove myself. I had a massive family but we were now spread out all over the place. My parents still live with my youngest sister who has yet to shift. I have no clue what they’ll do when they finally have an empty house, maybe … just maybe I could convince them to come here. They didn
~Renata’s Point of View~ After Tyler’s stupid ass witch succeeded in scaring the shit out of me, everyone left me alone. One of the cooks from the packhouse I knew so well … an older female named Mary, brought me some fruits and finger foods. She refused to really look at or speak to me though. I couldn’t hold it against her, she was obviously scared. Sometime around two in the morning I did drift off to sleep, though it was so light and paranoid I woke barely feeling I’d slept. The sun was up, yet I was still here. I absolutely did dream I woke up back at home, in the strong arms I’d come to know so well. To depend on. How’s this possible? Aren’t they coming for me?