The conference is a few days away, over at Luna Madeline’s dingy, misty Foxton Pack and I appear, to the general public, my father and Beta’s to have my shit together. I don’t think so. I’m angry, a deep burning anger that fuels my day and keeps me awake. There’s still no answers to any of my questions. No definite guilt or innocence for Kate, she's still a mystery. The rumour mill has even swung the other way. A girl named Rochelle, the one Kate won her fight against, has been the victim of the whispers. Further adding to my anger, and against my better judgement I find myself at another bonfire party. The same bands, the same flat beer and I’m bored stupid. “Why am I here Rhett?” I said ruefully as he passed me a beer and stroked his blonde beard. “Because Glenn said you would be a massive pussy if you didn’t come?” “That’s true. Where is he then?” “Over there with Clara,” Rhett said, pointing over to the far corner away from the band. Glenn and his girlfriend were talking he
I was sound asleep, a dreamless black space thanks to my relentless meeting schedule. Being so heavily draped in fabrics, sat perfectly poised, smothered in jewellery left my body aching. Which is why, when my door creaked in the middle of the night I didn't stir. It took being roughly shaken for my eyes to flicker open. Staring at me, a blazing fire torch painfully close to my face was a familiar pair of mossy green eyes. "What, what are you doing in my room! Get back!" I squealed, pulling the sheets up across my chest. Hauling myself against the wall, I needed distance, urgently. Beta Zaw's face was unchanged, though the rare twinkle in his iris showed he enjoyed my fear. "Put on your robe. I will be waiting outside," pausing for a few more seconds. I wore a tiny silk vest and pyjama shorts. I could not hide the repulsion on my face, imagining how long he might have been watching me. "It's the middle of the night!" I whispered furiously. "Alpha Austin demands it. Now," he repl
The Conference is tomorrow. I should be excited as Dex will almost certainly be there but I feel sick. Every meeting I’ve attended only highlighted the cavernous gap of Hugo’s presence. At night I heard his screams. Even the wind blowing against my small window sounded like his shrill squeals. Meat made me nauseous and Mina asked me endless questions that I could not answer. All the makeup and jewellery in the world couldn’t disguise the fear and trauma on my face. As I sat numbly scribbling minutes of the meeting, I forced myself to look up at Austin. Each time my eyes met his I remembered the feel of his firm hand around my throat, the relentless thudding of his hand and length hitting my lower back. Mina came to find me in the library where I held a book, unable to take in the words. “Come with me,” she whispered as I stood up and followed. She took me into the gardens where a small tea service was waiting. Ornate porcelain cups and dainty sandwiches gleamed in the sunshine. It
It’s a hell of a drive to Luna Madeline’s, even though our packs border it’s a nightmare. The only way out of Fyrestone is east, so we must double back on ourselves either north through Eduardo’s Cliffrill or south with Alpha Frank. The idea of sitting stationary in a car drives me to distraction. “I’ll see you there Father,” I shouted into his dressing room. “What?” he boomed, “why aren’t you waiting for the convoy?” “I'm planning to talk to Luna Madeline before the rest arrive, I’m taking the Ducati.” The door flung open, my Father huffing before me in the hallway with his shirt buttons half-fastened exposing his gigantic chest. White slivers of scars cut through the jet black ropes and binding motifs that littered his pecs and shoulders. “What the fuck you wanting to talk to that old witch about without me?” “I think we’re building rapport. Different to what you two have,” I said steadily. My Alpha style is not going to be the same as his, I won’t bully my way with sheer phys
Transferring into Austin’s car, his blue eyes watch my every move. His face is set sternly, fiddling with his jewellery. Examining myself for flaws I force myself to look at him. “You’ll do,” was all he muttered. Examining his own gilded watch, after a few minutes he casually added. “You remember what happened to Hugo don’t you?” “Yes Alpha,” my hands clenched tightly in my lap. Like I could ever forget Hugo. “To ensure you don’t get the same punishment when we return you need to follow my rules.” He leaned forward and brushed a braid of hair from my shoulder. It was the slightest touch, but it felt like the most intimate invasion. His contact was unwanted, cold, and left me feeling dirty. No other pack leader would do that. I asked myself for the thousandth time, why had Beta Glenn sent me here? “The rules are, if you so much as say one single word to Alpha Dex you’re dead. If you give him a sad, pitiful look as though you’re not enjoying life in Greenway, you’re dead.” The f
Alpha Austin’s triumph was obvious. The way he carried himself taller, spoke louder to the people around him. Knowing seeing me had forced Dex upstairs was the victory he had been craving. As a servant passed with refreshments he whispered. “Eat and drink, you look faint. This is going to be a long day. Now.” Silently I took juice and sandwiches from the servant. I couldn’t go anywhere in the room without feeling dozens of pairs of eyes watching me. /The worst is over now, the first meeting was always going to be the worst/ Raya tried to comfort me as the small sandwich stuck in my throat. The air was thick with perfume, masking everyone’s real scents. Everywhere I looked little conversations and nuggets of discussion were underway. It almost seemed as though the real negotiations were happening right now, not around the formal table. “Eduardo!” Austin cried, slapping his hand into the older tanned gentleman’s palm. He was cooler, more considered in his reply. “Austin, good to see
I’ve half a mind to grab the Ducati and just rev it the hell out of here. What the fuck is going on! She’s there trussed up like a fucking peacock, Austin showing her off like a prize at a fair, it’s unbearable. I smelt fresh grass the instant I walked into the large wooden foyer but I didn’t recognise her instantly. The huge tacky gold crown, the heavy make-up. Even her hair didn’t look the same with all that gold and jewels. But as the realisation slowly crept in I felt my world tremble beneath my feet, my heart, already playing silly games with me lurched in pain. She is exiled. Kate has nothing to do with Fyrestone now. To storm up to her and ask her what the hell was going on would break every rule. I have never wanted to rip Austin’s throat out as much in my life. “What the fuck is she doing here,” my father had grumbled, appearing beside me. “Did you know she had gone to Greenway?” “No, did you?” “No,” he said bitterly, “we have Beta’s who are supposed to get us that kind
My nerves were jangling all over again until I walked in the room and realised my chair was nowhere near Dex’s eyeline. I wondered if Luna Madeline had done it on purpose or if Austin had made an oversight. Either way he was seething. Clicking his fingers the whole room could see his clear disdain for me. Ordering me about, checking my writing and complaining my calligraphy wasn’t precise enough. Dex hardly said anything, not that I dare look at his face. Every so often I caught a draft of that perfect bonfire scent and felt somehow elevated. “Perhaps Alpha Austin you would prefer to use the official scribes minutes?” Luna Madeline asked across the black wooden meeting table with a flicker of amusement on her face. Austin ran a hand across his chin. “Not at all Luna Madeline, apologies for interrupting.” The table all turned and spun as Luna Gwyneth let out a giggle. “Dex,” she whispered, apparently he must have said something highly amusing. Luna Madeline’s face remained unimpress
###ONE YEAR LATER###KATESo I’m Luna Kate now. We had a big, outdoor ceremony that everyone appeared to see. Dex wore all black, looking absolutely unreal. I wore a long fitted red gown, in keeping with the ruby in his eyes and the colours of Fyrestone. Almost everybody was there, of course Roxie was not.Dex and I have taken the bike to Verna a few times since that first outing. I think it’s his favourite thing to do when life gets a bit much. We also haven’t made it back once without having stopped mid-way home. Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess.I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.It stood for all the lightning and thunderstorms we sheltered in together as children
Just for a while we switched off. There was a whole world of shit to deal with back at the packhouse. Dex hadn’t yet mentioned the gigantic black opal ring of his fathers that was now on his hand either. The drunken bonfire blowout tonight sounded absolutely perfect to be honest, it wasn’t even something I usually enjoyed doing. So much had happened it sounded amazing to just relax for a few hours.I knew he was stressed about Rhett being so weakened, the fact there was no way Glenn and Ariel would be able to live happily under the scorching sun of Fyrestone. However right now, tearing along the red dust ground at a dangerously fast speed it didn’t matter for a while.He took the bends with rough, sharp leans that made me hold my breath and cling onto his chest for dear life as we raced across the desert plains. His leather jacket smelt so delicious, the bonfire scent that first captured my heart fast becoming a permanent part of me. I wondered if he found himself smelling of grass e
Finally, after what feels like weeks we are back in Fyrestone. The whole campus turns out to greet our return. Matt and Felix are treated like living gods, one blonde girl with red lipstick, Cherry I think, particularly clinging onto Matt as the student feted two of their own winning a war.The cars that arrived to fetch us from Foxton were gratefully received. The men were tired and ready to recuperate. Of course, it was only what was expected of them. To be classed as a Warrior meant to risk your lives and battle for the pack. Fyrestone had lost several men as well. A lot of them nearer my fathers generation, men he was reluctant to let out to pasture. My selection of younger, sleeker warrior students and recent graduates had all survived. My father and Rose were waiting at the Packhouse for us, alongside a scarily-slimmed down Rhett. His ashy blonde hair tied in a topknot and a smile brimming on his ridiculously bushy beard. If he had looked almost feral before, he certainly did
With a heavy heart we had to leave. Cliffrill, Foxton and other packs needed Dex’s presence. When I told Roxie she was almost enthusiastic at the prospect of being left. “Go, go be the Luna, it’s fine. I don’t want everyone here watching me scab over anyway.” she had insisted.I did wonder how much of it was getting rid of me, or knowing that the sooner we left the sooner Felix would be gone. He tried again to talk to her but Mina had to show him out when Roxie refused to see him.Now Mina and Olaf are mated, very happily so by the sounds ringing out day and night she is coming with us. So we have had to entrust Roxie’s final healing to Etherly. Still a petite, sour faced little thing I sat her down for a talk as we prepared to leave.“Are you happy Austin has gone?”“Not particularly,” she said with a scowl, her petite features against twenty years every time she creased up so sourly. “I had a good life here.”“There is nothing to stop you having a good life elsewhere. This place was
Fuck me I owe Olaf a drink. Maybe ten. He can have every jewel in this shithole.The sight of Kate standing there in the gardens, not that she was really eyeing up the silent giant was enough to make Alba go wild. The green silk slip she wore was fluttering softly in the breeze, her eyes so brown and soulful combined with that honey hair. I was rock hard before I even stood behind her.Now I’m watching as my mate keeps her eyes on me, unzipping my pants on her knees. I know it’s maybe immature, enjoying the risk of being outside but it’s something Alba and I have in common. Fuck, it’s clearly something Kate likes too, she’s been bent over a balcony howling before now so this is junior league in comparison.When she started teasing me, suggesting things I could do to her she had no idea how wild it drives me. Or maybe she does know exactly what she’s doing, in which case she deserves my cock in her mouth even more.Her plump perfectly pink lips kissing and wrapping around the head of m
The tender-hearted bear of a man who waited outside the door was soon replaced by a different beast entirely. On waking up he flexed his Alpha authority with ease. Ordering his collection of men into different brigades, plus reserves arrived with supplies and information. Almost twenty hours after the battle was won and the dust was starting to settle.A constant flurry of decisions had to be made. Dex, now sat in the library answered dozens of questions. Dispensing supplies, where everything needed to go and handling every kind of diplomatic crisis. We received an update on Rhett, he had been successfully taken by the Fyrestone and was under care.Glenn would still be heading back to Foxton to inform Luna Madeline but a scout had returned from his group to confirm Eduardo was being held captive. His pack were apparently only too happy to place him under arrest. It was peculiar how no local rebellion occurred. Fyrestone’s warriors were allowed across the territory without difficulty.
Hours of chanting, each of us holding Roxie’s charred hand or foot as Olaf mixed herbs and guided our voiced was exhausting. My head dropped, fighting waves of tiredness after days of running from Foxton. Olaf and Felix had battled too, their red wounds matching Roxie’s battered form. It was peculiar to feel the ebb and flow of her body. I would feel warmth and a pulse only for it to simmer away. Her breathing was barely there, her chest flickering instead of rising. Her wolf was pushing itself to the limits and there was no way of knowing what would happen.On the sofas, rapidly staining with blood as her wounds seeped, we surrounded her with our love. As dawn broke over a new day Mina looked around and clanged the cymbals.Olaf began to shake his head in failure, the herbs, hair and peculiar rocks he had procured moved to one side. He was accepting defeat. I couldn't. I gave my last bit of energy, chanting louder, closer to her ear praying with everything I had that she would choos
After swimming in the blackness, for what could have been years or seconds I was calm. Unable to form a thought, feel any pain I simply existed in a pool of darkness. That almost-tumbling feeling of falling asleep, when you’re just on the brink of accepting tiredness, was the only sensation. Then the pungent, unmistakable scent of burning hair entered the darkness.The first emotion and clear thought that dripped into my awareness was the fear that the smell was sulphur. That Berlarot even in death remained tied to me.As my senses slowly strengthened, like a slow turning up of volume I found my inner voice. Another thought occurred when I realised it was not Berlarot, was the assumption that the burning smell was my own hair. Perhaps the tower was burning, maybe Kate had done something marvellous and saved everyone.Kate. My sister.I’d left her. I’d jumped and left her to the mercy of Austin. A coward till the end. Death is the correct path for me.Thoughts swam around in the black
What the hell has happened here. We’ve saved the fucking day and I’m getting shit for it.As she vanished around the corner the blonde girl with blue eyes approached. “I’m Mina, I did not want to get Kate’s hopes up but I think…Roxie needs a healer. She might not be completely gone yet.”I groaned, rubbing my face. We’re just a collection of fighters, “Azus, do you?” knowing the answer would be a no before he walked off to check on his injured men. Then, as quiet as a tiger through the trees Olaf came into view. He was completely naked, his grey hair shorn, eyes shimmering gold and yellow.He walked down the grassy path, all of us staring at his intimidating presence. Was he some kind of fucking sun god? Blessed with serious muscles and abs behind all that weird grey hair it felt as though we were all meeting him for the first time.Ignoring everyone’s stares he fixed his eyes on the tall, blonde Mina. We all saw her breath catch, her eyes widen as she fell under some kind of spell. F