The Quiet Giant has landed!
Papa and I weren’t surprised that Ivan didn’t say much. Ivan Furlan is the epitome of a man of few words. Regina swears he’s more talkative with her, and I believe her. She’s his mate. Of course, he’s going to communicate with her. It’s the rest of the world he doesn’t communicate with beyond what he deems necessary. I know his silence left my mates confused and a bit miffed. I hoped he’d be slightly more talkative when introduced to the Ironfur ranked wolves. He will be Crista’s and Gwen’s or Christina’s mate’s Beta until his child is old enough. A Beta cannot be the quietest person in the room. A Beta needs to engage with people and be vocal in supporting the Alpha couple. Perhaps Tie was more devious and thorough in his recommendation of sending Ivan than I gave credit. I’d assumed he suggested Ivan knowing his presence would scare the shit, literally, out of Primo as a Madonie packmember. Now, I’m starting to see deeper reasoning. Ivan isn’t officially a beta, but this assignment
Getting Ivan to talk was like trying to crush coal into a diamond. Coal will become a diamond with enough pressure, but you can’t get that kind of pressure with your hand. And while I was glad the guy had accepted help from Henrik and me, he’s not making this easy. We’ve been talking at him. Yes, I said at him. I couldn’t say with him because that would imply that we had been having a conversation for like an hour. “Okay, big guy. Let’s see what you’ve picked up.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “How many older sisters do we have?” I started with an easy one. “Five.” It was the right answer but the fact he didn’t elaborate and just said the one fucking word was grinding my gears. “Right. So, tell us our sisters’ names, mates, packs, and ranks. It’s not a guarantee they’ll all be brought up during dinner conversation, but you never know when one of them might pop up in conversation.” Henrik encouraged. “Is this necessary?” Ivan asked. “Look, dude, we get it. You’re not a big talker.
The idea that Alfred missed Gunnar and Henrik’s birth wasn’t all that shocking. I had a low opinion of the guy anyway. Not that I can be mad about his reason. He had gone to comfort his eldest after she suffered one of the most tragic things next to losing a mate a female could experience. So, I couldn’t fault him for being there instead of here. Also, in Anna’s words, my mates were born earlier than expected. Given their adult sizes, I can only imagine how big they were as infants. A womb expands, but there are still limits to what the female anatomy can handle. What I found difficult to picture, given what my mates have told me about Alfred, is Alfred putting in so much time with Gunnar and Henrik. It’s difficult to accept that image alongside the image of the man who used corporal punishment on a young Henrik simply for being terrified after their plane malfunctioned during a transatlantic flight. The subject was unsettling for Gunnar and Henrik. I was about to change the subject
Waiting at the docks for my cousins and their mates to return from the heat island was uncomfortable. Thankfully, it wasn’t a big affair. I mean, there were several of us waiting, but Finn and Lorna were the only ones of rank from Ironfur present. The bulk of us waiting were all heading to Nebrodi today. I didn’t know how their arrival would go down, leaving me almost as anxious as I was about getting on a jet soon. Finn and Lorna were sticking to one side while Damon stood on the other next to the ever-silent but imposing Ivan, leaving me, Gunnar, and Zoe in the middle. Well, Zoe, not so much. She talked to her dad, reviewing the flight itinerary and precautions for transporting Primo and Livia to Sicily. I wanted to clear the air, at least a bit, especially when I saw a boat headed our way. “So, let’s just all get on the same page. By order of their Alphas, Primo and Livia must return to Sicily. If Ashley or Dean don’t like this, they are shit out of luck because their mates are pa
Two jets stood ready to go. Ivan was already on the first watching Primo. Damon hung back, watching Dean and Livia say goodbye to Dean’s parents. I stared anxiously at the second jet, knowing I’d be expected to board it with Gunnar and Zoe soon. Why did I agree to this? I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. It’s not a good start to this endeavor. “It’s going to be okay. I promise. I’ll be at your side the whole time.” Zoe assured me, wrapping her arms around me for a hug. “Yeah… I know.” I nodded as I returned the hug, hoping the bond would help ease the anxiety. ‘You’re going to be fine.’ Pollux sighed. ‘Not only will you have Zoe, you have me. You’ve not tried to get on a plane since I was awakened. And I’m a little offended you didn’t think having your wolf would in some way help ease your worries.’ “It’s time to take off.” Damon declared, waving for Dean and Livia to get on board. “See you when we land.” He waved to us. We watched them load up since they’d taxi out
I had been worried about how the flight would go. Even with Henrik expressing interest in trying my distraction plan, I knew there was a chance it would fail. We had alternate plans at the ready. If my plan hadn’t worked, he would’ve let Pollux have control since the fear is his, not his wolf’s. And as much as I’d have liked to spend time with Pollux, I’m glad it didn’t come to that. I won’t say I cured Henrik’s fear of flying. I’m not that stupid. You can’t just fix something like that with a snap of your fingers. I managed to distract and tire him out, so the panic didn’t take root. And no, it wasn’t a fourteen-hour fuck fest. I might have a high sex drive, and as werewolves, we all have great stamina, but even when the spirit is willing, the flesh does get weak. So there was cuddling and napping as little breaks and intermissions. Our flight taxied second onto the small airstrip built where the three packs connected. Papa’s jet landed first with Ivan and the prisoners… people of i
Having people tell us that the Sicilian Alpha families were scary as fuck is very, VERY fucking different than feeling it for myself. It was all good at first. Then, Alpha Alec, I don’t know what he did, but that aura of his is scary as fuck. I’ve met my share of Alphas, and being the son of one, none of them have ever put out an aura that intense, least of all with so little effort. And now I have to get in a car with this guy? ‘So, Darkness is his wolf?’ I asked in our link as we followed Alpha Alec to our ride. ‘Yes and no.’ Zoe unhelpfully explained. ‘Care to elaborate?’ I asked. ‘Zio Alec’s wolf’s name is Chesed. That’s the wolf he awakened when he was sixteen. Darkness is something different. Darkness is the ancient wolf spirit that founded Incubi with his mate, Light. He is reincarnated every so many generations of D’Amores, but they must accept him and be mated to the host of Light for him to awaken truly.’ Zoe explained. ‘So… Alpha Alec and Luna Crista have two wolves?’ H
Thankfully, the drive from the airport went well. Chesed tried to rear his ugly head, but I handled him. I wouldn’t let him give my mates any shit or try to scare them with his driving. I want to protect them from that while I can. Goddess knows Kat will eventually get them in a car while she is driving, and like the rest of us, they’ll forever fear being in a car when she drives. We arrived at the Nebrodi patrol office with a plan. My mates would monitor their cousins to ensure they didn’t interfere with what needed to be done. I hoped the McBroom siblings wouldn’t cause problems, but better to be safe than sorry. As we pulled up behind the other cars, it was apparent who drove Tie and Kat’s SUV based on Dean’s pale and frightened expression as he stood with Livia. Of course, Kat was driving. Tie likes to drive, but when Kat decides she’s doing anything, nobody can stop her. She’s even more stubborn when pregnant, so there was no hope of compromise. Kat driving also explained how th