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Caught Between Them Thirty-Five
A prickling sensation crawled up the back of my neck, the kind that screamed 'someone's watching.' My wolf was suddenly on alert.And so was I I jolted awake, heart hammering against my ribs.There. In the corner, by the desk. A dark shape, almost blended into the shadows. My breath hitched in my throat. Was that one of those damned rogue. My hand instinctively reached under my pillow, grasping the familiar weight of my knife. With a trembling hand, I slammed my fist on the bedside lamp. The room flooded with harsh light, momentarily blinding me. When my vision cleared, I let out a surprised yelp. Sage. There she sat, perched on the edge of my desk, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She wasn't wearing her usual warrior garb, but a simple black tee and jeans, making her look less intimidating and more... mysterious. "Easy there, tiger," she chuckled, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "Didn't mean to scare you half to death."I lowered the knife, the adrenaline slowly draining
Caught Between Them Thirty Six
My head throbbed like a bass playing on repeat inside my skull. Fantastic. Just what I needed after a night that felt like a horror movie with extra creepy whispers. "Ugh," I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. Every move felt like I was wrestling a grumpy bear. Running was the last thing I wanted to do, but sometimes fresh air did the trick better than any drug my grandma swore by. After a quick change into clothes that wouldn't mind getting a little snagged on branches, I stumbled outside.The cool morning air slapped me awake, momentarily pushing the throbbing in my head to the background. Inhaling deeply, I sighed. This felt like a good time to be in wolf form and wander the woods and clear my head. I focused on the familiar shift. Bones popped, fur whooshed in, and the world sharpened into focus through golden eyes. Now that was the good stuff. As a wolf, the headache became a dull afterthought, easily ignored.I loped through the trees, the wind whipping through my fur like a
Caught Between Them Thirty-Seven
The pack house bustled with activity. Laughter and the rhythmic thrum of music spilled through the open doors, beckoning everyone in. Tonight was Logan's annual summer solstice party, a chance for the pack to unwind, celebrate, and maybe even find a little romance under the full moon.Me? I just wanted to avoid trouble. Trouble wore a mischievous grin and called itself Sage. With my shoulder still throbbing a dull protest, dancing wasn't exactly appealing. Instead, I found myself tucked away at a corner table, nursing a glass of water and trying my best to blend into the background.Gwen, usually my partner in crime at these events, was currently tearing up the dance floor with a group of younger pack members. A smile played on my lips as I watched her infectious enthusiasm. She deserved a night of carefree fun, something I just didn't seem capable of anymore.My thoughts were interrupted by the soft thud of someone sitting down next to me. A familiar scent filled my nose – pine needl
Caught Between Them Thirty Eight
Brock and I patrolled the perimeter of the pack territory. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the hoot of an owl. "How many have you seen?" Brock asked, his voice a low murmur. We walked shoulder to shoulder, a comfortable silence usually settling between us during these patrols. But tonight, the recent rogue sightings had replaced the usual easy camaraderie with a tense alertness. "Three in the past week," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Always at the same spot, near the western border." Brock frowned, his brow furrowing in thought. "That's unusual. Rogues rarely come this close to established pack territory, especially not this frequently." "I know," I said, voicing the unease that had been gnawing at me. "It's… unsettling." We continued walking in silence, the rhythmic crunch of our boots on fallen leaves the only sound. My gaze darted nervously around the dense foliage, searching for any sign of
Caught Between Them Thirty nine
Tossing and turning like a rotisserie chicken, sleep wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole. Every time I squeezed my eyelids shut, Sage's smug smirk and the whole rogue alpha thing popped back up like unwanted houseguests. Ugh.Finally, after what felt like a year of staring at the ceiling, I threw the covers off.Operation: Catch Sage Red-Handed was a go. Grabbing my baggiest clothes and a baseball cap that looked like it belonged to my grandpa, I snuck outta my room like a ninja on a sugar rush.Sage's cabin, on the outskirts of our territory, was my first stop. The journey there was like a horror movie – every rustle of leaves and owl hoot had me jumping like a scaredy-cat. When I finally reached the place, it was dark and silent, not a single light on. Double ugh.Maybe she wasn't even there? Peeking through the window, I saw furniture gathering dust and a bed that looked like it hadn't been slept in for weeks. Super disappointing. Was this whole mission a bust?Then, a faint eart
Caught Between Them Fourty
Creeping through the bushes felt like I was starring in a bad spy movie. Guilt gnawed at me worse than a hangry wolf. Here I was, playing secret agent on my own packmate, all because I chickened out on telling Logan about his little romance with Sage.Peeking through the leaves, I watched Sage lead Brock deeper into the woods. Talk about awkward. This wasn't exactly how I pictured breaking the news.Suddenly, Sage leaned in and planted a kiss on Brock. My jaw practically hit the forest floor. Before I could even process that, my traitorous fingers fumbled for my phone, snapping a pic faster than a squirrel on Red Bull. Hey, evidence is key, right?A tangled mess of emotions wrestled inside me – anger, hurt, and a weird flicker of… relief? Like, major relief that Brock wasn't a lying cheater. But the image of him smooching Sage, the raw emotion on her face, left a sour taste in my mouth.They pulled away, foreheads touching, whispering like teenagers on a first date. I strained to hear
Caught Between Them Forty One
The morning after was like waking up in a bad dream. My body ached like a kicked puppy, and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I tried to ignore the growing bruise on my shoulder, but it kept reminding me of the rogue rumble.Brock was nowhere to be found, probably nursing his own battle wounds. But I wasn't exactly feeling up for a pity party. Instead, I focused on the rogues we'd captured. We'd tied them up good, but they were still a bunch of grumpy, smelly wolves."Hey, furballs," I greeted them, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "How's the view from the ground?"They just glared at me, their eyes full of rage. Great, a captive audience with a serious attitude problem.Logan strolled in, looking like he'd just stepped out of a photoshoot. "Morning, champ," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "You look like you could use a nap."I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the pep talk, Cap. Any idea what to do with these grumpy guests?"He shrugged. "No clue. Maybe we should ask
Caught Between Them Fourty Two
My head was pounding. Everything felt like a nightmare. Vincent, that crazy guy, wanted me. Bad. Brock and Logan were trying to figure out what to do, their faces all serious. It was like we were in a movie, except without the popcorn. Logan was the first to speak. "We need a plan," he said, his voice low and serious. "Vincent won't stop until he gets what he wants." Brock, my knight in shining armor, jumped in. "Amelia needs to be safe. I'm her bodyguard, 24/7." My heart melted a little. He looked at me with those intense eyes of his, and I felt safe for a second.Logan nodded. “Agreed. We double the patrols. No one gets in or out without being checked. I’ll station more werewolf soldiers at the borders. We need eyes everywhere.”Brock’s gaze never left mine. “I’ll be her personal guard. Wherever she goes, I go.”I couldn’t help the swell of affection I felt for him. “Thank you, Brock. I feel safer already.”Logan’s expression softened slightly. “It’s settled then. Brock, you’ll be
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Caught Between Them Fourty Seven
I woke up with a start, my head throbbing and my vision blurry. The pain in my skull was sharp, but the overwhelming sense of dread was sharper. I struggled to sit up, my hands and feet bound tightly, and tried to make sense of my surroundings. Dim light filtered through cracked windows, casting shadows on the walls of what looked like an old, abandoned warehouse.Just then, I heard a familiar voice in my head. Brock.“Amelia, where are you?”Relief and panic mingled in my chest. I focused on our bond, trying to project my thoughts clearly. “I don’t know the exact location. It’s a warehouse. It’s old and looks abandoned.”There was a brief pause before Brock’s voice came through again, calm but laced with urgency. “There are hundreds of warehouses around here, Amelia. But I can track your scent. Hold on. Logan and I are coming to get you.”The telepathic link went quiet, and I was left with my racing thoughts and the oppressive silence of the warehouse. The faint sounds of the city ou
Caught Between Them Fourty Six
As the minutes ticked by, the pain in my head began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of stubbornness . I wasn’t going to let Vincent intimidate me. Reagan’s life depended on me staying strong and thinking clearly. I could hear the faint hum of the city outside, a reminder that we weren’t completely isolated, even though it felt that way.Vincent reappeared, striding into the room with an air of confidence that made my skin crawl. He looked down at me with a cold smile. “Ready to talk, Amelia?”I met his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “I told you, I’m not giving you any information.”He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But let’s not play games. Who did you come with?”I swallowed hard, hoping he couldn’t see through my lie. “I came alone, just like you told me to.”Vincent’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. “Is that so? Alone, all the way from your little village?”I nodded, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Yes.”He
Caught Between Them Fourty Five
We decided to leave for New York that night. The urgency of Reagan’s situation weighed heavily on me, and the fear of what could happen if we didn’t act fast was like a constant, gnawing presence in the back of my mind. Logan, Brock, and I piled into a black SUV, the kind that would blend in anywhere without drawing too much attention.Logan glanced at me from the driver’s seat. “You sure you’re up for this, Amelia? Going in alone is dangerous.”I nodded, trying to muster as much confidence as I could. “I don’t have a choice. If they see you two, they might kill Reagan on the spot.”Brock, sitting next to me, reached over and squeezed my hand. “We’ll be close by, ready to jump in if anything goes wrong. Just get Reagan out safely. That’s the priority.”“I know,” I said, giving him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, both of you.”The drive to New York was tense and quiet. We went over the plan a few more times, making sure we were ready for anything. Logan and Brock would stay nearby, h
Caught Between Them Fourty Four
The sky was darkening, and the air was thick with tension. We could sense them before we saw them, the rogues moving in like a dark wave, ready to crash against our defenses. Brock stood beside me, his grip on my hand a reassuring constant. “They’re coming,” Logan’s voice was low but steady as he addressed the pack. “Everyone, to your positions.” We scattered, each of us moving to where we’d been assigned. Brock and I took up a position near the main gate, where we knew the fighting would be fiercest. My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt a strange calm wash over me. This was it. We were ready. The first rogue hit the gate with a deafening crash. The force of it reverberated through the ground, but our defenses held—at least for the moment. More followed, their growls and snarls filling the air. “Hold the line!” Brock shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. We fought with everything we had. The night was a blur of fur, claws, and blood. Despite our preparations, the rogu
Caught Between Them Fourty Three
The news hit us like a ton of bricks. Vincent's attack was imminent. The war room was a hive of activity. Maps were spread out, strategies were being debated, and faces were etched with worry."We have to be ready for anything," Logan said, his voice low and determined. "They could come from anywhere."Brock nodded, his eyes scanning the map. "We need to strengthen our defenses everywhere, not just the south."I felt a lump in my throat. This was it. The moment we'd been dreading. "We can't let them win," I said, my voice barely a whisper.Logan looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "We won't, Amelia. We won't."Days turned into nights as we prepared for the inevitable. We trained, we planned, and we waited. The tension was palpable. Even the usually cheerful faces in the village looked grim.Brock insisted on ramping up my training. He argued that I needed to be able to defend myself, not just rely on others. I groaned and complained, but deep down, I knew he was right.Our t
Caught Between Them Fourty Two
My head was pounding. Everything felt like a nightmare. Vincent, that crazy guy, wanted me. Bad. Brock and Logan were trying to figure out what to do, their faces all serious. It was like we were in a movie, except without the popcorn. Logan was the first to speak. "We need a plan," he said, his voice low and serious. "Vincent won't stop until he gets what he wants." Brock, my knight in shining armor, jumped in. "Amelia needs to be safe. I'm her bodyguard, 24/7." My heart melted a little. He looked at me with those intense eyes of his, and I felt safe for a second.Logan nodded. “Agreed. We double the patrols. No one gets in or out without being checked. I’ll station more werewolf soldiers at the borders. We need eyes everywhere.”Brock’s gaze never left mine. “I’ll be her personal guard. Wherever she goes, I go.”I couldn’t help the swell of affection I felt for him. “Thank you, Brock. I feel safer already.”Logan’s expression softened slightly. “It’s settled then. Brock, you’ll be
Caught Between Them Forty One
The morning after was like waking up in a bad dream. My body ached like a kicked puppy, and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. I tried to ignore the growing bruise on my shoulder, but it kept reminding me of the rogue rumble.Brock was nowhere to be found, probably nursing his own battle wounds. But I wasn't exactly feeling up for a pity party. Instead, I focused on the rogues we'd captured. We'd tied them up good, but they were still a bunch of grumpy, smelly wolves."Hey, furballs," I greeted them, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "How's the view from the ground?"They just glared at me, their eyes full of rage. Great, a captive audience with a serious attitude problem.Logan strolled in, looking like he'd just stepped out of a photoshoot. "Morning, champ," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "You look like you could use a nap."I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the pep talk, Cap. Any idea what to do with these grumpy guests?"He shrugged. "No clue. Maybe we should ask
Caught Between Them Fourty
Creeping through the bushes felt like I was starring in a bad spy movie. Guilt gnawed at me worse than a hangry wolf. Here I was, playing secret agent on my own packmate, all because I chickened out on telling Logan about his little romance with Sage.Peeking through the leaves, I watched Sage lead Brock deeper into the woods. Talk about awkward. This wasn't exactly how I pictured breaking the news.Suddenly, Sage leaned in and planted a kiss on Brock. My jaw practically hit the forest floor. Before I could even process that, my traitorous fingers fumbled for my phone, snapping a pic faster than a squirrel on Red Bull. Hey, evidence is key, right?A tangled mess of emotions wrestled inside me – anger, hurt, and a weird flicker of… relief? Like, major relief that Brock wasn't a lying cheater. But the image of him smooching Sage, the raw emotion on her face, left a sour taste in my mouth.They pulled away, foreheads touching, whispering like teenagers on a first date. I strained to hear
Caught Between Them Thirty nine
Tossing and turning like a rotisserie chicken, sleep wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole. Every time I squeezed my eyelids shut, Sage's smug smirk and the whole rogue alpha thing popped back up like unwanted houseguests. Ugh.Finally, after what felt like a year of staring at the ceiling, I threw the covers off.Operation: Catch Sage Red-Handed was a go. Grabbing my baggiest clothes and a baseball cap that looked like it belonged to my grandpa, I snuck outta my room like a ninja on a sugar rush.Sage's cabin, on the outskirts of our territory, was my first stop. The journey there was like a horror movie – every rustle of leaves and owl hoot had me jumping like a scaredy-cat. When I finally reached the place, it was dark and silent, not a single light on. Double ugh.Maybe she wasn't even there? Peeking through the window, I saw furniture gathering dust and a bed that looked like it hadn't been slept in for weeks. Super disappointing. Was this whole mission a bust?Then, a faint eart
