Claiming The Pack (Mated To The Night Book 2

As he and his men took the guards to be questioned, I addressed those who remained. “Finding Troy must be our priority, and we need to find more information on the ferals and why they’re working for him. Some of you mentioned that there are banished wolves who might not be as insane as a typical feral. Do we have any records of those wolves? Any records of the wolves that have been banished from our pack?”“Of course we keep records of that,” Elder Queene said, his wavy dark hair lifting in the breeze. “But we have no idea if they became feral. After all, they might have been accepted into another pack after banishment.” His voice was a low monotone, his expression grave.“Well, I’m willing to bet that at least some of them were within the feral pack,” I said, crossing my arms. “Why else would they have helped Troy escape?” Harlon and Samson were both deeply loyal to Troy. They had arranged for the ferals to do what they wanted, and I was positive they were working under Troy’s orders

Our disagreement about what to do if—when—we found Troy hadn’t helped with things. Bryn’s decision to keep him alive would never make sense to me. I would have thought that killing him would be a no-brainer after everything he had done to her. I’d heard what she had to say and tried to understand what she wanted for the future of the Kings, but I just didn’t get it. It irked me that we couldn’t see eye to eye about this, considering how important it was, but Bryn was stubborn and determined. I couldn’t just ask her to go along with what I wanted to do.I spotted Dom talking with a smaller group of Kings. After sending out the search party, I had him patrol the territory on his own. Given the unusually messy state of his blond hair, he must have just gotten back.“I’m going to catch up with Dom,” I said to Bryn.“That’s fine.” She didn’t look at me, keeping her eyes on her list of facilities that had suffered the worst damage. “I’m going to find Tavi and discuss the damage. Maybe we’ll

Guilt gnawed at me, even though I’d expected that update. I was still recovering, but I felt like I was neglecting my pack. “What about ferals? Or Troy?”“As far as we could tell, there has been no increase in feral activity around our territory. And no signs of Troy lurking anywhere near our borders. Things have been normal.”“That’s a relief,” I said. At least I didn’t have to worry about the ferals and Troy on top of everything else on my plate. “Anything else to report?”“Yes, actually. It’s about the council.”My brows shot up. “Do they want to meet with me?”“Yes, they do, and it sounds pretty serious,” he replied. After a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly added, “They didn’t seem very happy.”I was glad to know Troy was leaving my pack alone, but hearing about the council set me on edge again. I wanted to visit my pack ASAP to assure myself that things were okay, but I would much rather avoid seeing the council. We were on good terms, but they were more traditional than I ca

“Um…hello?”I jumped, almost dropping the small stack of papers. A sense of something else lingered at the edge of my mind, another presence, a sense of magic. With that feeling came a voice, but it wasn’t mine, and it wasn’t my wolf’s. It sounded a bit like…“Tavi?” I asked. “Is that you?”“Bryn!” Tavi responded. “Yes, it’s me. I felt…another person in my mind, and I thought I was going crazy. I had no idea that was you.”“But how are we…how is this happening?”“It’s part of our bond!” She had so much excitement in her voice that she almost sounded like the old bubbly Tavi from before Troy had kidnapped her. “Alphas and betas can communicate like this, but I didn’t think we would be able to do this because this was supposed to be temporary.”“This is amazing!” I had tingles. Despite the setback of Troy’s escape, the fact that I had an alpha connection to Tavi made me feel like it hadn’t been a series of misunderstandings that had led to me being alpha. “I was just thinking I could us

I sat on the toilet and waited for the test. The box told me I would only have to wait a few minutes, but each second felt like an hour. If I was pregnant, what would that mean? The timing wasn’t exactly ideal. Troy was out there planning something with who knew how many ferals at his command, and my position as alpha would only last for another couple of weeks, at which point the alpha ceremony would determine the new leader.There were so many unknowns, and the certainty of having a baby wouldn’t clear any of them up…though I had to acknowledge that the thought of having a baby with Night electrified me. What if our child had his gorgeous emerald eyes? His smile or my hair? I became giddy just at the thought of it.But what about Night? He had so much going on—a baby would just be one more thing for him to stress about. I also had no idea how he felt about children. He was good with them, but did he want them? Did he want them with me?I looked at the sink where I’d left the plastic