Heath looks about at the carnage strewn all around him. Mangled bodies, severed limbs and gore are all that greets him. No survivors in sight. “Damn it!” He moves on but pause at the sight of the woman laying dead on the ground. With her curly, auburn hair and her slim build, she sort of reminds him of Kimmy. He thinks about her, knowing that she is safe back at home, even if she is made at him. He never wants her to ever see anything like this. Leaning down, he picks up a shirt to go with the size too big athletic shorts that he found laying on the ground. Neither garmet matches but at least he is no longer naked. All the warriors that shifted to fight are looking for clothes to cover themselves. “Heath?” He looks up to see Cole standing there, his tear-stained face haunting Heath. Reminding him of what they lost. He moves towards his mate's father, wishing he were close enough with the man to hug him. Heath never feels the urge to hug people, but after what Cole has just lo
As Heath pulls up to the back of the hospital, a man and woman rush out to meet him. They pull back the cover in the back of the trunk, revealing the bodies. Heath's eyes land on Lumi, only to find him dressed in neon green basketball shorts. Cole most have dressed him for modesty's sake. He could not stand the thought of his dead, naked mate being so vulnerable before all of the world. The man and woman make a move to lift Lumi, but Heath stops them. “I will get him. Get someone else.” So they grab a different man and together they carry him inside. Heath takes a deep breath and then he puts his hands under Lumi's arms. Lifting him up as carefully as he can, he slings him over his shoulder. This feels wrong to him but he also could not imagine letting someone else carry him in. This man his is almost father-in-law. He has to be the one to do this. For Kimmy and for Cole. As the hospital doors slide open and he walks in, the cold air hits him, a nice repreve from the stiffling hea
The same three men were holding on to her when she woke up. She opens her eyes to see the light shining brightly. Cole is asleep leaning against the head of her bed, his head on his folded arms beside her head. Heath is asleep beside her, his arm slung across her waist, gently holding her to him. Chad is the first one to notice that her eyes are open. “Kimmy?”He moves closer as the other two men stir. When they all see that she is awake, Cole runs to get the doctor again. They are shoved out of the room for a few minutes as the doctor removes the machines from Kimmy. It feels like an eternity before they are allowed back in to see her. Heath rushes in to her side and the first thing he does is kiss her senseless. She is gasping for breath when he finally pulls back. She places a hand on her chest gasping and Heath's eyes widen in panic. “Is it your heart? Is something wrong?” He slides his hand over hbyers frantically. With a chuckle, Kimmy pushes his hand away. “I'm fine. You
“Oh?” Heath can not help but ask, especially as he sees the disappointment on her face. “It's just that some things did happen and I wanted to tell you about it. You know? I want to be honest with you and have no secrets between us.” Heath takes a deep breath and no small part of him dreads what she is about to say. He can not help but wonder if this is when she finally tells him that she wants Chad. “No secrets. Tell me everything.” Kimmy takes a deep breath and then she takes his hand in hers to hold tightly for comfort. “Well then. Not too long after you all left, we got a call from the guards or someone telling Lily that Chad was missing from the hospital. Which, you know, was upsetting and everything. Obviously, Lily couldn't go and look for them, she had the kids to think of. I had no responsibilities and he's my best friend, so I went in search of him.” “Mmhmm.” So far, so good, Heath thinks to himself. “I caught his scent right away and I followed it until I found Cha
* Graphic warning ahead. This chapter references sexual abuse, tragedy, and suicide. Please do not read if any of those themes may be harmful to you or damaging in any way.* Heath finds Kimmy in their attic room at Adam's house, exactly where he thought that she would be. After she had run off, Heath had stayed behind to deal with that pompous dickhead. The man is a coward and a poor excuse of an alpha, they all knew that from when he hid during the big worgen attack that killed many of his pack. But now Heath also knows that he is a bully and an asshole. So far he has found no redeeming qualities. As Heath looks at Kimmy laying on the bed, curled up into a fetal position with a tear-stained face, he hears the disgrace of an alpha's words ringing in his ears. “So this is where your shamed family came to hide when your pedophile father's sick predilection for children came to light. Your stupid mother is probably still with him, covering for his ass, isn't she? I bet she picks the
Heath looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “Of course I meant it!” Kimmy lets out a breath that she never even realized she was holding. “Oh.” “And I am going to assume that you meant it the other night when you told me that you loved me in your sleep,” Heath tells her, watching her closely to see if his words spark any recognition. He has no way of knowing for sure if she mumbled that consciously or if it was a slip of the mostly asleep tongue. Kimmy grins at him and says, “that was actually meant for one of my two dream lovers. Henry Cavill and Jamie Dornan. I'm sorry if you got confused.” For a moment he feels a blind rush of jealousy but he tells his wolf to calm down, that she is just joking. “Henry Cavill, huh? I don't know the Jamie guy but so far, you have good taste. Me.. Henry.. you are a lucky woman.” “I know.” She says, leaning forward toward him. She lightly kisses his lips before she pulls back to tell him, “of course, I meant it when I said that I love you.
The doorknob rattled as the big, meaty hand pawed at it, even though it was locked. The shouting and cursing coming from the other side of the door made the little boy whimper in fear. He was huddled under the window with the little baby clasped tightly to his chest. He was watching as the young woman yanked clothes off the hanger and threw them into a large tote bag that had the name of a local grocery store printed on the side. She threw open the dresser drawer, yanking out the child's clothes before moving on to the baby's clothes in a different drawer. She grabbed the half empty pack of diapers from the floor, stuffing them in the bag, as well. A loud thump against the door made the woman jump and the little boy cry out in fear. The baby was wailing; loud, gusty sobs. The young had jammed furniture in front of the door, but she wasn't sure how long it would hold up against the weight of the angry man on the other side. He had strength but thankfully he was out of shape and dr
Greer Blackstone had always been a little afraid of the dark. When she was a small child, she had feared whatever monsters might be under her bed. After she had turned ten, she started fearing the monsters in her mother's bed. Now, at the ripe old age of eighteen, she feared the dark because of what it brought. Deafening silence. Time alone with her thoughts and with her fears. No distractions from the worries plaguing her. No reprieve from the hell of her mental anguish. Just the dark, the silence, and her thoughts. Greer rises up on her elbow to move the candle that she had just lit further away from where she and the kids lay curled up on the floor in the corner of the creepy, nasty room. She could not risk it blowing out or worse, falling over and starting a fire. It had taken her forever to get the candle lit, considering how drafty it was and that the lighter was running out of fluid. She once again wished she'd had the time to grab flashlights, matches, blankets, and othe
Greer sits up in bed, gasping for breath. Liam is beside her whispering, “Shh... shh.. it's okay, baby, it was just a nightmare.” Greer looks around, seeing the children safe beside her, before she looks at Liam, beside her in nothing but his boxers. Lyle isn't here and neither is Shera. It was just a dream. She is breathing heavy from fear but she is trying to calm herself down. Liam wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his warm, bare chest. Hunter is against the wall like always and Gemma is in the middle between them. Greer picks the baby up into her arms and moves her over so that she and Liam can lay down. She looked at him, “Lie with me, please.” He nods his head and adjusts himself on the bed, so that he is laying down beside of her. She lays back in his arms with her head in the crook of his shoulder. Her breath fans his chest. Gemma is beside Hunter, sleeping peacefully, so Greer turns over to face Liam. Her hand is resting on his flat stomach, her legs tangle
“What?” “You heard me. Do you want to stay here with me forever?” Liam asks her needing to know if that is something she can even imagine before he tells her everything. “I, um-” “Yes or no, baby. There is no right or wrong answer here.” Liam says. “If you want us to-” Greer knows the exact answer that she wants to give him she just does not think that she is brave enough. She has never been one that can just put herself out there. She always has to hold a little of herself back so that if she gets hurt, at least it isn't every part of her that gets damaged. She still has something to go on. But Liam is asking her for everything. If she answers him truthfully then she will be handing him her whole heart. And that terrifies her. “This is not about what I want, Greer. This is about what you want. You are the only one that gets to make decisions for you and the children. I will not try to pressure you into anything you don't want. If you don't want to stay forever, that does not
Time flies by as they sat there, playing together as, well, a family. They weren't a family though, he has to keep telling himself. He glances at his watch, “It's time for us to get ready. I'll watch the kids while you take a shower.” Greer nods and leaves the room. He looks at Hunter playing with the toys and the little boy looks back at him with a smile. Liam smiles back at the kid. The boy just needs positive male attention. Somebody with a Y chromosome to love him instead of scare him. Greer had done her best, but how could a teenager be expected to raise a child in a small bedroom, without any form of help? He looks at Hunter, then at Gemma in his lap and was, not for the first time, totally in awe of Greer. Greer was a survivor, there was no doubting that. She could handle anything life threw at her and clearly come out on top. He knows that she is scared of Lyle. She is worried about him and Shera showing up, but Brody wants her to have faith in him. Could she trust him t
Greer wakes up a few hours later when it is still very early morning. Now is the perfect time to go while the baby is still asleep. She was beginning to sleep through the night, not wanting bottles at all hours. Greer figures that the routine and stability that they found in this pack house contributed greatly to that but she pushes that thought away. Yeah, life is good here but they will just have to make a better life somewhere else, she tells herself. Greer rolls out of the bed, trying not to disturb the children. She doesn't want to wake them until they are leaving. She goes to the armoire, pulling out the bags she had carried her stuff in before. She opens it and begins stuffing clothes in it. She pulls out the stroller and props it against the bed. She stuffs all the baby's sleepers in there and Hunter's clothes as well before she grabs her warm shirts. She looks at the dresses Liam had bought; he had given them to her as a surprise a few days ago. Greer feels like crying.
They about their day and she tries her best to act normally. Tomorrow afternoon is when Belinda was due to return and Greer has made up her mind that she is leaving in the morning. Maybe with her gone, they will choose to let Belinda keep thinking that she was dead. If she has finally made her peace with it, then there is no use upsetting the apple cart now. She knows that Hunter will be so upset. He loves Liam and the house; loves what seemed like a real home and family. Yet, it isn't their home and they aren't a part of Liam's family. It will be horrible leaving, especially since she is pretty sure that she had fallen in love with Liam. But she has to go. She kept to herself as Liam's family was there. She talked and was polite, but any chance she got to excuse herself for a moment, she took it. She went to the bathroom five times while they were there, just because she needed to take a breath and to tell herself that she was not part of them. Even if they made her feel like s
It does not take them long to go through the store and get everything on Adam's list. Within twenty minutes they are finished and back in his truck. Ten minutes of shopping and ten minutes of him talking to the beautiful girl that stopped him at the door. Greer figures that she was a girlfriend before and wants to be again, judging by all the possessive 'hands off, he belongs to me' looks that the girl was giving her. Greer has questions about her but she does not ask them. She has no right to. After Liam says goodbye to the girl, they go to the truck. Greer feels good because the whole time they were talking to the obviously interested girl, Liam never left her out. He kept his hand on her back the whole time, he included her in the conversation by asking her questions about whatever subject they were discussing. But her favorite part was when he had slung his arm around her shoulders and said, “Come on, honey. We have to get back to the kids. Dad and Hunter will be driving Mom
Greer watches Liam as he cuddles Gemma close and kisses her hair. He carries her to his mom, handing her over when Bella holds out her arms. Adam comes over to inform Liam that the whole family is coming over for supper and that he needs them to run to the store in town and pick up a few things. Adam turns to Greer, “I need you to ride with him and make sure he gets everything. Don't worry about to kiddos, they are fine here. We will take good care of them. Becca should be home in a few minutes, she just went to visit some friends that she missed while we were gone but when she gets back, she will drag out all kinds of toys for him. She goes crazy over kids.” Greer smiles at the alpha, but inside she is very aprehensive about leaving the children with anyone but especially people they don't know. Yet about the time that she opens her mouth to decline is the same time that Hunter comes over to Adam and tugs on his shirt. “Yeah, buddy?” Adam asks the child with a big smile. “Liam
Greer improves substantially over the next week and a half. Liam makes her take her medicines on time and keeps a drink constantly in front of her, forcing her to drink. Eventually her werewolf healing must have been slighly activated by being in a pack and with his burgeoning alpha aura, because she is healed completely and she has more strength than she ever has before. Besides all that, her senses are sharper. Each day she can see and hear better than before. Ebony had filed the petition with the human courtsand they were suppose to hear something today. Ebony was confident in the ruling though. Greer not so much. If she wasn't granted guardianship then Shera could come and get the kids whenever she wanted. Greer knows herself well enough to know that she'd do something desperately crazy before she let Lyle and Shera get the kids. Not wanting to dwell on it, she had tried to keep her mind off the ruling for the last few days. It only worked about thirty-seven point two percent
The boy had heard the man's steps on the landing, so he invited him into the room. Liam enters the room, clearly about to say something, but just then he sees her and he just stops in the doorway where he proceeds to stare at her with his mouth ajar. Once he seems to realize that he is standing their like an imbecile with his mouth hanging open, he shakes himself, “I'm sorry. I didn't know you were, um, not dressed.” “It's quite alright. You were invited into the room,” Greer shoots Hunter a mock glare, then smiles at him as the little boy grins at her, unabashed. Liam watches the by-play between the siblings but he can not focus on the exchange. The only thing on his mind is how the sigh of her has caught his attention. Greer stands beside the shower with only a damp towel covering her. Liam watches as drops of water cut paths across her skin and he wishes that he could replace that drop of liquid with his finger tips. That the soft pads of his fingers could brush her skin in