Maybe he didn’t know when he mated to her, and maybe when he found out that’s why he banished her here, so the pack would never know and revolt against an alpha mated to an impure. I’ve never heard of anything like this, and it does explain his obsession with making sure Colton has the right Luna. Maybe he’s afraid Colton isn’t pure enough, and it will show in his offspring if he mates badly. Colton definitely has no knowledge of it, I would have seen it in our joined memories.
None of this makes sense. Luna Sierra was in the pack for decades before she had Colton, so surely that can’t be the reason Juan brought her here. He would have known; you can’t hide anything from your mate. Her memories in transference when he marked her would have made sure he knew. Which means he hid what she was. And after decades living that lie, why would he then suddenly banish her to the back of beyond, and what the hell has my other got to do with any of“What?” it’s like every cell in my body stops as a deathly silence fills the air, shock stilling my thoughts, my lungs ceasing to move, and you can hear a pin drop as his words sink in slowly…. so fucking slowly. Juan executed my family. They didn’t die in battle. That’s a lie, it can’t be true because they weren’t the only pack to never return. The entire Whyte line, among others, they all died protecting our kind. It was a war for god’s sake, and we had many casualties. Did Juan kill them all too?The doctor has to be playing me, lying to mess with my head for some kind of ulterior motive and I’m falling for it. Maybe it’s a test to see if I’m strong enough to turn, despite being in this isolation tank. Maybe I was wrong to trust him, and this is all a ploy to break me down and get intel he thinks I may have… but how would he know her name?I take a much-needed breath as I begin t
All slaughtered by Juan and his trusted, his sub pack, his elders, his closest. Those he now wears like a shroud, to lead from behind on the mountain. Which meant Sierra saw it all too, as his Luna, she was by his side at all times and followed him into battle. None of them jumped to defend her because they were just as guilty as her mate.Mother, my father, my brother, my grandparents… all gone at Juan’s hand and I cannot contain the fury growing within me as my mind puts the pieces together and it all begins to add up. The return of the wolves saw everything change, and the children like me, ripped from guardian’s families who had vowed to care for us, and pushed into that home. Except me… my guardian’s, the last of the Whytes, were slaughtered by ‘vampires’ in the middle of the night. I now wonder if that too was a lie.We went from being cared for, cherished by wolves who opened their homes to us, all while our families fough
“She betrayed him. By sacrificing her own life for the protection of a child who can regain the balance of things. Sierra is a seer and a witch, yes, she has powers unlike any wolf, but they are not strong like a warrior… They are useful in ways of protection on a small scale, and she has abilities to control certain aspects of others. She’s a healer, not a fighter, and she did what she thought could make a difference.”“Meaning?” I turn to him fully and lock onto him, seeing him swallow hard, and his mistrust of my current behavior is written all over him. In this moment he’s afraid of me and he’s nervously spewing words to try and diffuse it, or to keep me focused on anything other than turning on him. I can smell the terror coming in waves from him, even without my wolf sense. It’s not intentional, but these feeling are bigger than me, and I have no will to reel them in right now. Fractured and seeping, and I don’t
“You need to let me out…. I need to go find that son of a bitch and show him what my mother failed to… You don’t mess with my family!! I can’t stay here. I can’t be here when he comes now.” I snarl again, a spike of returning anger, knowing my emotions are clouding my judgement, and all over the place, but I don’t care. I was just told that everything I was led to believe, my entire childhood, was a lie and that my bloodline was never diluted and weak… my mother was a prophesized warrior destined to lead her people. And Juan murdered her.He killed all of them. Every single person I loved, cared for, and knew as my pack. A clan of Whyte wolves. To silence us.That sniveling slimy power mad freak slayed them all, and he’s going to rue the day he chose to leave me alive. Now it all makes sense though… why I was thrown with the other orphans and shunned as a whole. That was our punishment for him being unab
It feels like it’s been hours since the doctor left, and I did exactly as I was told. I ate the food and I dressed in the grey sweats, and sweater, put on the socks, and oversized boots, which baffled me completely as to why I needed them and all the undergarments in the bag, and now I’m pacing my cell wondering if I imagined they had any importance. Maybe he really was just being thoughtful and giving me items to aid comfort, and I was looking for something that was not there because I am so desperate for an out. I rummaged the bag, and food, wondering if maybe he left some sort of something, like a key card for me, and came up with nothing except confusion, convincing myself I imagined it completely.I can’t stay here like this, watching her sleep the day away, and if all he is going to do is take tests and fill me in with stories that screw up my head, then this is hopeless. I’m trying to process all of it, and I can’t swallow it right now, doin
He has a wall up, and he keeps everyone outside his pack on the other side of it. I guess that’s why he tries so hard to make his father proud, because he loves him, even if he’s not worthy of being loved, and that’s not Colton’s fault, that’s Juan’s. Colton’s flaw is trying to be this perfect Santo wolf, with a weight of responsibility on his shoulders that one day he will lead. He follows the rules, the laws, and the word of the Alpha without conflict, as he’s meant to, and even puts all of that over his own desires. I guess a leader does have to be that way, ingrained greatness, where his heart can’t always lead and it only further cements the fact that he’ll be the best for his people one day, but for us, not so much.I get back to my previous activity when smug smiley guard walks off, getting bored with my disinterest in him and go back to pacing the room and looking for any kind of tool, or helpful item to get ou
The doctor unhooks her from the machine, keeping her heartbeat monitored loudly, and I hold my breath, inhaling sharply as the beep, beep, is stalled so suddenly the air becomes unbearably silent. I don’t get why he would take that off, but when he yanks another box from under the bed and plugs her onto that instead I exhale, slightly confused. That familiar beep, beep, starts up again, in a subtler tone from a different machine and he moves to the next, and next, replacing everything he can with smaller mobile devices as my brain pulls together amid my own frantic fear and gives me a shake. He’s not trying to save her, or trying to take her off the machines, he’s making her mobile so he can move her. He stops, rushes off out of sight as he heads into the elevator once more, abandoning everything he’s left in chaos and a moment later, comes crashing back ungracefully, pushing another bed. This time it’s on wheels, back to her room. I press m
“Yes, sounds right. She’s been in a coma for eight years… we need time. I need to wean her awake and even then, I’ve no idea what state she will be in, physically, or mentally. All I know is we can’t stay here and do that without getting caught, and I owe her. I won’t fail my friend again!” the doctor has regained some of his equilibrium and leaves the bed with me to go run to a metal cabinet on the wall which houses keys and scoops up a set, coming back to open the truck and motions to bring the bed around. “So, what you’re saying is … there’s no plan beyond getting out?” It’s a dry, non-amused response and I stare at him as everything inside of me grips tight. I have to swallow down the rising panic and he half-heartedly shrugs at me.“I’m a doctor, not a masked villain who kidnaps people for a living. I figured your fates would somehow… I don’t know… help!! I