AstridI felt a little nervous about going to Tristan’s class. I knew that it didn’t make sense, but I had the oddest feeling that people would somehow know we’d spent the night together. If they did, it was most likely because of the fact that I was wearing his shirt. No one would be able to tell that, though. It was tucked into my pants and I was wearing my jacket. The only giveaway was his scent lingering on the fabric. It was a little thrilling, knowing that anyone paying attention might be able to pick up his scent and realize what it meant. I breathed a sigh of relief when class started and there was no sign of Lilian. I wasn’t sure what kind of a scene she might cause in light of how her little revenge plot had ended. When I signed into my student email this morning, there was an email from the Dean declaring that the results of the investigation into the rumors about a faculty member were available and that the faculty member was found to be innocent of the charges aga
AstridI didn’t want to go to dinner, but I didn’t want to start another argument with dad either. If I tried to stay in my room, I was sure that’s what would happen. He could be extremely confrontational when he was upset. I didn’t feel like arguing or causing a scene. The calm in the packhouse might be a facade, but it was one that I didn’t feel the need to shatter. At least, not at this point. I felt more calm by the time dinner rolled around and I was confident that I would be able to hold my tongue long enough to get through a meal. I would just avoid looking at dad and take a bite every time I wanted to say something snarky. It had worked before. The thought that dad had some idea of what was going on with the secrets in the packhouse was upsetting. It made perfect sense, though. He was the Alpha. It would be more concerning if he was clueless about things. But why wouldn’t he just be honest then? That’s what was bothering me the most about all of this. The depth and b
AstridThe past few days had been an exhausting cycle of surging anxiety and crushing hopelessness. Ever since the conversation with Solomon, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the entire packhouse was part of some grand conspiracy that revolved around me. I didn’t feel safe anywhere. It was impossible to sleep soundly. I wanted desperately to go stay with Tristan, but I didn’t want to get him into trouble with dad. I didn’t know what he might do if he decided that Tristan was deliberately subverting his will. I couldn’t risk it. But that didn’t stop me from going home with Tristan after school every night. Being in his arms was the only time I felt truly at peace. While I was in his apartment, I could convince myself for a little while that things were normal. We ate dinner, we cuddled on the couch, we talked for hours, we made love… it was perfect. I dared to hope that when this was all behind us, we could live like that every day—a life together that wouldn’t have to end whe
TristanToday started out on a pretty good note. I had graded my last midterms, which was always a relief. As stressful as exams were for students, they weren’t exactly enjoyable for teachers either. Having my grading finished before the weekend meant that I wouldn’t have to bring any work home with me. That meant that I would be able to focus my time on Astrid. She had been under an incredible amount of stress since the conversation with Eddie and needed all of the support she could get. If I could offer her a distraction, then I would. She seemed reluctant to talk any further about the situation—mostly because we had no new information. It didn’t do any good to go in circles about it. It only stressed her out more. The last thing I wanted was to add to her unhappiness. As the day wore on, an unsettling feeling of anticipation settled over me. Something was wrong. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of impending disaster. The sensation left me feeling cold and
Astrid Everything after Tristan saved me from Charles and Astrid was a blur. I remembered my dad showing up and there being a lot of yelling. He was in a complete rage and he let everyone know it. I would have been embarrassed if I hadn’t been so disoriented. I thought at first that I was fine, but that was probably the adrenaline. Then, I was ushered into a car with Tristan and Solomon drove us to the packhouse, while Charles was driven in another car under heavy observation. Solomon was eerily silent the entire time. I couldn’t tell if he was upset with me or stressed out about the state dad was in. When we arrived there, the healer was waiting. I kept insisting that I was alright, but she was under strict orders to give me a thorough examination. She examined my eyes and the wounds to my face and head. Finally, she concluded that I likely had a minor concussion, but nothing else seemed serious. Tristan stayed by my side the entire time. I don’t know what I might have don
Astrid Charles’ fate was in my hands. I never asked for this to be my decision—but now, it was. By the Alpha’s command.I stared at Charles as I thought about what I should do. He looked terrified but that hadn't stopped him in the past. I wasn't sure if the threats from dad, Solomon, and Tristan were going to be enough to keep him away. He might leave me alone while I was in Bridgewater, but there was no telling what he would do when I got home. He was still at White Mountain, and we would still have to work together. Despite all of that, I didn't want him hurt. I turned to dad. “He's not worth the attention that could come to us if he disappears,” I explained. “We don't know what kind of text messages he's exchanged with Lilian or what other trail there might be leading to us. It's better if we let him go.” Dad looked thoughtful and I could see that he didn’t like what I was saying. He was angry and he wanted to take it out on Charles. Solomon looked mildly impressed, thou
Astrid The question hung heavily in the air. Solomon met my eyes without hesitation. The way his shoulders tensed betrayed the stress that the question caused him. “Absolutely not,” he emphasized. “I don't believe you,” I replied coolly. “You're going to have to start being honest with me if everyone is going to survive this. I think you’re right about the danger we’re in and I won't have blood on my hands.” Solomon averted his eyes. I saw his jaw working as he ground his teeth. It seemed to me that he was communicating with his wolf. He was in a difficult position. He was the Beta, his job was to back up dad no matter what ridiculous ill-advised thing he wanted done. In this case, that included maintaining the security of the territory. “The way I see it,” I began. “Is that either the security was extremely lax, or she had help from someone. So, which one is it?” “Our security is top-notch,” Solomon repeated insistently. “So then, who helped her?” I demanded. Solom
AstridMy mind reeled at Solomon's words. Someone inside of the packhouse had helped Lillian attack me? That couldn't be true. I didn't believe it. That would mean that someone in this house wanted me dead. The only person that could be was Solomon. I couldn’t imagine anyone else wanting to hurt me or my mom. But after this conversation and what Eddie told me, I wasn’t so sure of that anymore. If not Solomon, then…“Who?” I asked.Solomon shook his head solemnly. “I don't know. I don’t even know if it's someone who lives here in the packhouse. I don’t have proof to back me up, but someone with more access than the average member of the pack must be involved. It’s the only thing that makes sense. One of the elders, perhaps. Someone who would be able to move around the packhouse without raising suspicion must be helping this faction conspire against the Alpha and his family.”He was right. No other explanation fit. “Solomon,” I said, my voice wavering with emotion. “Do you thin