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Rose Liam and I had separated during the run. We weren’t able to mindlink, but I felt much closer to his thoughts when we were in wolf form. It had seemed like his intention was that we would have an easier time seeing what was going on if we weren’t glued at the hip. However, I found that when we weren’t close, I was only seeking out where he was. He had put a good bit of distance between us, though, so I was slowly spiraling into a fit of anxiety with him so far. This was just a pack run. If we were out actively scouting, this would not be doable. We truly could not continue on like this. Slowly but surely, I was starting to see the validity behind Liam’s claims about the mate bond being a hindrance. I had spent so long thinking he was selfish and egotistical, but I was starting to see the logistics. It wasn’t just Liam who would have to make legitimate personal sacrifices if he accepted the bond; I would, too. Sacrifices I wasn’t sure I was willing to make. I had worked s
Liam The choice to leave my mate to seek out Adara was wrong. I had this gut feeling she had useful information, though, and trusting my gut was what had always won my battles. So, I left her side, trying to push as much reassurance down the tendrils of the mate bond as I could. Both of our packs needed the information Adara possessed. It was Rose’s job to get that information, but I knew without a doubt I would have an easier time obtaining it than she would. That’s how I ended up fighting both my wolf and myself to follow Adara instead of tracking down my own mate. The anxiety of the ripple effect of my actions was driving me insane, but the job needed to come first. Rose had to understand things like this would happen for the rest of our lives, right? I shifted as soon as I caught sight of Adara. She liked having eyes on her; I knew she would shift far from her clothes just so she could inflate her ego by how her shapely body turned heads. I had to fight back a grimace as I l
Rose Everything was dark. There was only numbness. I was so empty. This wasn’t what I wanted. I had wanted a break. A chance to think without having to consider what everyone else wanted from me. I wanted space to breathe. I didn’t want this… nothingness. I began to panic. I was so scared I was going to be stuck like this. Lya never mentioned this nothingness when she briefly told me about how she used silver to keep her wolf from bothering her.Things started to click, though. Lya was a Wulver. She was resistant to silver. Just maybe, it affected her differently. If it was possible to hyperventilate when you felt like you couldn’t move due to the elephant on your chest, that's what I did. Wolves - normal wolves - couldn’t handle silver. It could easily kill them. I had, successfully, accidentally killed myself. But that was the last thing I wanted. I had only wanted silence, so I could experience what I truly wanted and felt - without the impact of the bonds to my wolf, m
Liam Three days. I waited three excruciatingly long days for Rose to wake up.I had no idea what I was in for when she finally came back to the land of the living, but I just needed her to wake up. I waffled back and forth on how I felt about things, but I settled on understanding this was probably the only way it could go for us. There was realistically no way we would ever willingly come to terms with being mated and mark each other unless fate forced our hand. I had to laugh at that - my gut was never wrong, and my gut had led me to the roundabout way I got to mark my mate. Or had to mark my mate, depending on how I felt. My attempt at returning to Lake Solitude proved futile, unable to withstand the tearing at my chest dragging me back to my mate’s hospital room. So, I had tried to stay away from her, holed up in my room at the packhouse. That didn’t work either, though. I was frequently reminded she would heal better and faster the closer her mate was. I didn’t even need tha
Rose Liam hadn’t wasted any time, sneaking me out of the hospital as soon as Lya left. She could buy us some time, but she knew my inability to lie and wanted us out of there before I started getting questions about going back to Wyoming. I was so, so tired, though. Liam encouraged me to sleep, but I couldn’t. My mind was going a million miles a minute with question after question.The first thing I noticed when we pulled up to our cottage was other cars in the driveway. My heart sank. All I wanted was another nap. Maybe not a several day nap this time, but sleep.“This shouldn’t take too long,” Liam reassured me. “It’s just other Wulvers.” Other Wulvers. That didn’t need any explanation. The mark searing against my neck and my newfound ability to fight off the silver I had cursed upon myself left only one reasonable explanation - I was one of them.Liam came around to my side of the truck and slipped his arms around me, carrying my weak body into the house. “Alright, here’s the de
Liam Rose spent the next couple days sleeping a lot. It was the recovery I knew she needed. Her wolf had no experience processing silver, and I could tell my own wolf was absent quite frequently, helping his mate to guide her through. Silver and werewolves was tricky business. Silver affected just the wolf, but with how closely connected the human and wolf were, silver would kill them both. The way us Wulvers had evolved, though, the wolf could pull away from its human counterpart. With no body to kill, the wolf recovered. Some of the stronger wolves, like Lya’s, could process it much quicker and return faster, or even do it in tandem. I personally thought Lya’s wolf was so good at that because she had continued the torture on herself that had initially caused us to develop the silver resistance. Rose clearly had limited understanding of the Wulvers. That only meant we had been keeping ourselves in the shadows the way we liked. Rose had a lot to learn before she truly became one
Rose The second Liam was out the door, I flew to the bedroom. Marjorie always knew exactly what would help resolve your internal struggle, or at least get the wheels in motion, so I knew I needed to read whatever she felt like sending with us. I wasn’t surprised when I found books on the mate bond sitting on my bedside table. It was the last thing I wanted to think about at the moment, though. I was permanently stuck with Liam. A month ago, I would have been over the moon at having a mate. Now, though, he was a reminder of what I would never have. ‘What makes you say that?’ Freyja asked. Ever since her return, all she had been doing was singing his praises. ‘Can you honestly tell me he would have marked me if his life and wolf were not also on the line?’ I demanded. ‘Yes,’ she insisted. ‘Yes, I can.” ‘Well, I won’t believe it until he says so.’ She rustled around in my head, but made no remark. Part of me wondered how he was even able to mark me. It had been just a day
Liam This mate bond would kill me slowly. She was marked, but the only solace that provided was a taste of what was on her mind. Her mind was never quiet, though, creating a cacophony that was hard to see through. Blocking her out was the easy answer, but that awakened an anxiety I had never experienced before, and didn’t know what to do with. For that reason, I was thankful nothing that required my focus happened. Not that anything would. There were no rogues to stir up the interest of Derek’s lackeys. Nothing would happen until we tracked down a rogue that was willing to be bait. Live bait. The worst kind, but the most useful. It wasn’t a suggestion anyone had brought up yet, but we all knew where this was headed. Pondering this, I made my way back to our cottage. I had half a mind to bring the idea up to Rose, but I knew she would hate it. It was mere months ago that her best friend had been live bait. You would think I would be more against it, but I had lived throug
I think I've figured it out. The thing that makes me enjoy a werewolf story so much is when I can easily make a connection to the characters. As I don't turn into a wolf (although I think I have a true mate bond with my fiance), their human skin bears the weight of making these characters 'real.' Their actions, reactions, internal monologue - you know, the things that make you want to hang out for a sunny afternoon and smoke meats with Liam, or sneak away for a glass of wine to gossip with Rose. It's for that reason I tackled a very toxic relationship in this story. I see them written all the time, but so often, there's just this magical moment where everything changes. It makes me roll my eyes and put the book down. My characters have very real reactions to what it is like to live in that kind of situation. There were heavy, heavy topics here, and I applaud you all for sitting through and reading them. I seriously did consider putting additional trigger/content warnings a couple tim
Liam I wanted to be angry with Jade. Furious, really. Rose’s injuries had been much more significant than she thought, and worse than the bond indicated to me. After her second surgery, it was my bunny that reined me in, encouraging me to think about what her friend - my cousin - was going through. Rose was convinced Jade was taking a slow walk to a shallow grave. But, I knew better. The death of a mate, especially an unmarked mate, affects everyone differently. Thom had been mostly fine, I was dying at the same rate as Rose, and Jade was somewhere in the middle. I didn’t quite know how to tell Rose their bond was much more pathetic than ours had ever been. They would have committed to each other without ever imprinting on each other’s souls. They were dead wolves walking, so it was a strange sort of blessing that neither had to live like that anymore. If I was a good man, I would have reached out to my cousin, ensured she was holding up okay, but Cody had been there for her, a
Rose I didn’t want to tell LIam the way he was carrying me hurt, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. Everything probably would have hurt right now, though. I settled for distraction. “Is it over?” I mumbled. I could feel him tense against me. “Today it is, but the war is far from won.” I pursed my lips. “Seems anticlimactic. Lya made it sound like she got a better battle scene.” “You’re a scout,” he reminded me. “Your contribution will always be in the way of information and perception.” He was right. I was hopeful that over the next few days it would come to light that perception had changed, and this was all worth it. At the very least, I hoped we got important information out of the deal. Maybe they caught the traitors, or the wolf that had attacked me. “Did anyone die?” I asked quietly. It was silent. I didn’t even know if Liam would know the answer to that question. It was the voice of a person I hadn’t even realized was there that answered. “Onl
Liam I looked down at my hands, unsure if the blood covering them was my own. I was no longer in the chains I had been imprisoned by for the last day. Hell, I wasn’t even in my house, and I had no idea how I got to the middle of the forest surrounding Lake Solitude. The last thing I recalled was sensing my mate’s distress. SIlver burned her wrists the same as it had been doing to mine, and I felt the wolf of mine fight through the toxic bonds. He must have taken over. For a fleeting moment, I thought about the unfortunate fuck who had been put in charge of watching me. Oliver and Gregory left to supervise the Cold Moon transfers who were running “patrols” while Lya, Cody, and Brandon were assisting Jade in preparing the barely functional hospital for the influx of emergencies they expected to receive tonight. That had been an oversight. That left only poor Daniel as the last of the folks present who was fully aware of what was going on. He had been a pack warrior, but had trans
Rose Silver burned my wrists as my wolf tried to burst through, oblivious to the pain it was causing me. Nothing mattered to her other than getting to her mate. Vivian had stopped forcing the tea down my throat last night. I had thought my heat had to be over, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, shackled to the bed, I discovered I was wrong. So painfully wrong. They were actual silver chains this time, not just a rope laced with silver. Vivian had explained that it was because at this point in my heat, we needed to keep my wolf at bay as well, but I had hardly listened. The only thing I cared about was that I was here, and my mate was not. As soon as I was free, everyone would pay for this. It was a dumb plan, and they had been cruel to put me through this torture. I’d make Liam kill them all for me. I tried desperately to reach out to him, beg him to come rescue me, but the silver prevented even a taste of the bond. All I needed was a taste, though. Just the smalle
Liam I was getting twitchy. Rose had been gone for a grant total of three days, and I was well on my way to insanity. I was absolutely certain if I had to sleep a third night in a row without her, I wouldn’t want up. So I wasn’t sleeping. An illogical plan, but the only one that I foresaw as having any hope of working if the members of this pack wanted to stay alive when they asked stupid questions. I was teetering on the edge, trying to keep myself drunk enough that I legitimately could’t go find Rose and ruin the plan that had been orchestrated. I had called in sick today, and knew I would do the same thing tomorrow. Brandon would tell Oliver soon, and then one of the Alphas would start asking questions, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Lya had done a good job of deflecting her mate’s curiosity, but it wouldn’t last forever. He was overprotective of both her and his pack, and as it stood, I was surprised he hadn’t noticed that Rose was now a rogue. That, or my sister
Rose The distance from my mate was getting to me. At the suggestion of everyone who knew my whereabouts, I didn’t reach out to Liam that night. I couldn’t sleep, the constant overstretching of the bond trying to pull us back together keeping me awake. “How do you do it?” I asked Vivian, bleary eyed and exhausted, over another cup of the anti-heat juice she kept forcing down my throat. “Hmm?” she hummed, not even turning from what she was cooking. “How do you maintain distance from your mate?” This question did cause her to turn, coming to sit at the table with me. She set a plate of food in front of me - some kind of meat she had hunted for a couple nights ago. I didn’t much care what it was, though. “You know how a rubber band or hair tie loses tension the more often it’s stretched to its limit without breaking?” I nodded. “It’s kinda like that. You get used to it, the distance it’s stretched has to be further to be noticeable. But, it takes a lot of overstretching to do th
Folks!!I missed an updating day! I'm so sorry to do this to you guys, but there will be NO updates the next few days for 'Chase.' I sat down yesterday and looked at the chapters to post, and I just... wasn't happy. In an effort to give you guys the best story possible, I'd like to give it a couple days and rework the ending that is in the pipeline. I don't want to be "that" author that takes a random hiatus, but it is more important to me that I give Rose and Liam the ending they deserve than just post a lackluster ending. Trust me, with the stuff I drafted yesterday, I think you guys will agree. I promise, this isn't going to be a long hiatus like I took from 'Run.' after my mom's death. Just give me until 1.23.23, and I'll have more chapters out for you. Maybe I'll even post in bulk instead of just a single chapter a day. ;) In the interim, maybe you'd like to go check out 'Run.' and see where this whole adventure started? If Snow Moon is burning you out, go visit 'Curse of a Ly
Liam I went out to every site my warriors were claiming to pick up rogue scents. I quickly noticed they were laced with Wulver, though. I clearly hadn’t been the only one thinking we needed to loop a rogue in on our cause. “Chandler’s mate,” Gregory confirmed, coming up next to me. “She came down with him.” I cocked an eyebrow. “I’m surprised he found his way out of his hiding spot.” Gregory smirked. “You know as well as anyone that not everyone needs to be combative to be useful. How many times has information he passed on saved the day?” “More than I’d like to mention,” I grumbled. Chandler was a good guy, but a rogue in every sense of the word - other than his bond to the Wulver Pack. “He really brought his mate with him?” His mate, however, was every bit a Wulver, but a true rogue. I always wondered why Vivian never joined the Wulvers, but right now, it was proving useful. He nodded in confirmation. “How are your scouts holding up without their fearless leader?” I chuck