The day after the orchard showdown I had to visit my father. He had no idea the ground he thought secure was turning to quicksand around him. He hardly left his office these days anyway. He left the touring and inspections of towns to his Beta’s. They were too lazy to report any real issues, so our decline was picking up pace. He was slowing down, an aging, battle worn shifter, yet he was fighting it every step of the way. “Father, we need to talk,” stepping into his cool white office where he sat imperiously, a crisp white shirt hinting at the jet black web of tattoos underneath. “Dex,” gesturing to the chair. Before I could speak, he started. “Look, I know this Conference was tough for you, seeing…her again, but you did good."I decided to wait it out before adding any opinion of my own. I’m learning slowly, listening is better than charging. “Anyway, after you left the second night, Eduardo and I had a chat. He believes Austin is very serious about attacking Highton. Luna Gwyn
I don’t know what to do with the map. It has been with me for over twenty four hours and the longer I hold onto it the more it feels like the evidence that is going to get me killed. Something as important as that is there for a reason. The closer Dex gets to proposing to Luna Gwyneth the more likely Austin is to want to have his hands on that document. In the darkness of my room my fingers brush the dry parchment, trying to create a plan. Dex’s praise about my strategy skills rang hollow as my mind felt like fudge. I was frustrated, restless and drowning in these bed covers. I put the piece of paper to one side, neatly hidden away under my mattress for now. Looking up at the moon from my tiny window my body ached for Dex. Under my flimsy cotton top my nipples brushed against the material as I remembered his hands on my body. Stood up at the window, with nothing to see but the stars I let my hand travel down into my pajama shorts. Stood up, one hand against the wall I slowly felt
I had to wait until the morning for my formal audience with Luna Gwyneth. She was adamant that a doctor saw me. What I had to ask her would take less than five minutes yet she was insistent. Fussing over me like a mother hen, I was suffocated by boredom. The blonde twins surrounded Glenn and Rhett in a cloud of tea, coffees and cake until the night grew dark and they finally retired for the night. I felt like a prisoner, restrained by infernal politeness by the time the flaccid doctor arrived and took my blood pressure. He was a bumbling older man with glasses and a limp. Probing me with his instruments and muttering under his breath he took forever. It took all of my patience not to snap at him. One good thing came from the delay. Rhett snuck up and informed me that the twins had mentioned rogue attacks. The disputed forest land was being tested. That doesn’t happen by accident. I doubted they were rogues either, probably some of Austin’s weaker warriors that he was happy to lose i
It is a bright and sunny morning as I sit in yet another meeting. I have sat through dozens now and every moment existing in a room with Austin still makes me tingle with dread. Hugo’s nervous replacement has reported huge improvements in trade with other packs. Clearly, he knew what happened to those who returned without the required discounts. Rustling papers sound like the sizzle the poker made as its bloodied end was placed back into the fire. Austin barely glanced at me these days, leaving me in a peculiar limbo. If he grew completely bored of me, he would probably just kill me. To be too interested in me would leave me the recipient of his disgusting advances again. “What of our latest tracking team Andre?” Austin asked, his bracelets rattling loudly as he pointed down the marble table length. Andre was a huge man, bigger than Alpha Fyrestone. Head Warrior for Greenway even his dull eyes looked to be made from granite, his voice deep with bass . “We sent trackers into the Hi
Felix and I are okay. I have been trying with Matt and Cherry but everything I say seems to land the wrong way. A few weeks ago I could crack a joke and have a dozen people laugh at it, but now I get side-eye and reluctant smiles. Maybe I’m trying too hard. Kate always warned me about pushing. She would always swoop in, change the topic, and bring me back into the conversation. Without her I am flailing, making myself look an idiot to get back into their good books. I may have laughed at Cherry and her red lipstick with Sinead, I complained Matt was a poor fighter compared to Felix to whoever would listen. All these things have a way of getting back to the source. I was reaping the karma of my overconfident bragging. Sinead had taken up with some other friends now, since breaking her nose in warrior training. Rose was in some sort of depressive funk and not leaving her room. I had to make this Assessment work, but it was exhausting. With another joke failing we sat on our usual pi
After my outburst Austin was so smug, he didn’t deem it necessary to upset me any further. In fact he relieved me from scribe duty. Like a racehorse preparing for stud, or the knacker’s yard I was free to use my time as I wanted. Which meant hanging out in the library as unsuspiciously as possible and chatting to Seraphine and Mina. They were so patient with me as I slowly unburdened myself. Sat in the sunny gardens I had nothing left to lose. Austin knew I loved Dex, so I told them everything. Walking through the huge gardens together Seraphine was stunned as I explained how quickly my life had spiraled out of control. Mina gasped when I explained how I had seen Roxie. Neither of them had a clue about demons either. “So why didn’t you rip her face off?” Seraphine asked as Mina shot her a warning look. “What? I would have screamed the house down,” she continued. “She couldn’t you idiot,” Mina said, rolling her eyes, and our conversation continued. Eventually though the day arrived.
So it’s my wedding day. I don’t think there has ever been a less enthusiastic celebration flung together. Father and Rose are pulling it together whilst I sit in my room brooding. They are answering all of Luna Gwyneth's requests. Ensuring the bouquets will be a certain colour, insisting there are exactly thirty torches lit down the aisle, one torch every two rows. She described it one letter as a virginal white procession under the full moon. Even my father sniggered at ‘virginal’. There is no point pretending she didn’t have a mate before me. Like it would even matter anyway. To suggest I’m the virginal element of this set-up would be just as crazy. /Perhaps she is insane/ Alba offers unhelpfully. He is back to his old ways of finding fault with all my plans. His every desire is to take the motorbike and dash over to Greenway. He wants Kate, he is pining for her. Since working out she is probably our mate he has been in a lovesick overdrive. His sensible, Alpha-focused minds
As the cards thundered into Fyrestone my soul leapt at seeing the thick red dust clouds. It was mid-afternoon, the ceremony still several hours away as the sun blazed down upon us. A typical day in Fyrestone of never-ending heat and dust. I loved it. A smile spread across my face despite the fact Austin was sitting next to me. He was focused, his wolf almost constantly at the fore as his blue eyes shone with a vicious glint. He was fired up and ready. I still couldn’t shake the image of his flushed, blissful face as he and Zaw came together in a tangled mess of limbs. Yet that man was gone. Almost wearing a suit of armour he glittered in platinum and gold. Wearing a bright blue military style jacket he was covered in decoration. The Greenway regalia was exotic and bright, shimmering even in the car. I was dressed to compliment him, a delicate sky blue, dripping in diamonds from long extravagant necklaces and bracelets. No brightly coloured jewels, just pure diamonds. I sparkled lik
###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