Let the action begin! The next couple of chapters will be all action-packed! Thank you for reading! -JNS <3
DARIUS POV Three. I’ve only fought three of Justin’s lemmings so far and I’m huffing and puffing. They are not as skilled as me. Not even close. But they are quick and unpredictable. The second fighter slashed me down my ribs, and even though I was able to rip his throat out seconds later, he still got me. Before I could fully heal, the third challenger, Danny, my own pack member, stepped forward and lunged at me. He was a strong guy. I didn’t want to kill him. I was able to knock the first guy out. But the second challenger and Danny didn’t give me the option. I shift back to my human form, blood coating my face and neck. The slash on my ribs is almost completely healed. But I’m already tired. The fourth challenger steps forward. He announces himself and that he’s challenging me. I don’t listen to his name. This is all a game to Justin. This is not a game. But I have no choice, I have to play. I look back quickly at Lucas and Aurelian. I can tell they are ready to shift and fig
DAYA POV I find myself pacing in the entryway of the medical clinic again. “Seriously, girl. You need to calm down. Sit down or go pace somewhere else. You’re making me dizzy,” Sage says from her seat. She has become more short-tempered since being marked and her wolf receding. I guess I would be irritable too. She’s also worried about Tobias, most likely. “Sorry. It’s just been a while, and the fight should be over by now,” I say with concern in my voice. “If anything was wrong, Lucas would have linked you, right?” Emmy asks. She appears calm in her seat, but I know her. I know when she is overthinking and worried. She has checked her phone at least twenty times. She says she’s looking at the time, but I know she’s checking to see if there is a message from Lucas. I’m not sure if she has feelings for Lucas. Emmy holds that kind of information close to her chest. I know she worries about him. “That’s true. Lucas or Darius would have linked me by now if something was wro
DAYA POV We raced to the border and sure enough, a group of eight wolves was waiting for us. I was met with two familiar faces. Mara. She is looking smug and portrays the illusion that she is in charge. And Leslie. Poor Leslie looked scared, and her face was covered in dirt, with two streaks down her cheeks from crying. They hadn’t dressed her. She stood naked- her body bruised and shaking. Mara held Leslie by the back of her head, and Leslie’s eyes were wincing from the pain of her hair being pulled from her scalp. “Shift back now!” Mara yells at us. We ignored her command and continued approaching. She unsheaths a silver blade. She presses the tip of the blade to Leslie’s throat and Leslie tries to hold back tears and tries to stay still. “I said, shift,” Mara repeats herself, putting more emphasis on her tone. We all shift back to our human forms and stand in front of her, and her goons. We all stand there naked, except for Sage, who is still in her black leggings and grey lo
DAYA POV Two days. It has been two days since everything changed. I remember everything in flashes. *Flash* Saph and Richard ran Sage to the clinic. *Flash* Me, alone with Mara’s unconscious body. *Flash* I am covered in blood. I run to the training field. I couldn’t find Darius. I yell his name. I scream for him. Nothing. *Flash* Aurelian, still in Tobias’ human form, cradled Sage’s body on a bed in the medical clinic. *Flash* Lucas disappears into the dungeons. *Flash* Richard enters Leslie’s room in the clinic. Checking on her again. *Flash* Me, standing outside Darius’ cottage. No answer from him. There are things I repeat to myself to help keep me grounded. Leslie is okay. My sisters are okay. Darius is alive. Aurelian hasn’t left Sage’s side. Sage is alive. Mara is alive and they have her in the dungeons. Justin is also alive and in the dungeons. Darius hasn’t left the dungeons in two days. I haven’t seen him. I haven’t spoken to h
DARIUS POV Two days. It has been two days since everything changed. I haven’t left the dungeons in these two days. I only know how much time has passed because Lucas comes down here and updates me on what’s happening around the pack. We had no casualties, despite several small attacks at the borders. We did lose Danny. One of our newest and youngest warriors on the squad. Apparently, Justin was able to sink his claws into that kid and got him so twisted. It pained me to kill him. It hurts me, even more, to know that Danny died, and Justin lived. I let Justin live. Ten more seconds. I just had to squeeze his throat for ten more seconds and he would have died. All the worst moments of my life are decided in ten fucking seconds. If I was ten seconds faster, I could have saved Calvin. And now, Justin. I’m standing outside his cell, watching him slowly regain consciousness. My fists are throbbing from punching him, but I welcome the pain. I don’t want to think about anything
DARIUS POV The three of us are standing in the middle of the dungeons. I see Mara curled into a corner of her cell, quietly sobbing and sniffling. Justin is passed out. The wound on his face has hardly healed. The need for revenge is still churning through my veins. I want to cause more pain for them both. I clench and relax my hands, struggling with this internal battle of wanting to kill them, but needing information. The one wolf I spared, during the challenge the other day, confessed to Lucas and Aurelian that there is one guy in charge of all this. Everyone calls him Boss. He is the one calling all the shots. Justin has been his number two for years. Years! I feel like an even bigger joke for not noticing anything this whole time. That wolf had no more information to give besides the fact that they call their group The Underground. He seemed low on the totem pole. Justin had no issue sacrificing that wolf for me, along with the others, during the challenge. Lucas and Au
DAYA POV I stepped into the cool, evening air with a sense of satisfaction washing over me. I could care less about Mara being dead. She hurt my family too many times. Marking Darius was not part of my agenda. My wolf took over at that moment with the need to show the world that Darius is mine. I am terrified about what could happen now that I marked him. Will he mark me too? What about the plague? How long do we have together until one of us dies? All these thoughts are racing through my head. I don’t hear him walking up behind me. He wraps his strong, calloused hand around my upper arm and spins me around to face him. I run my tongue over my dry lips. I can taste the remnants of his blood. We don’t say anything to each other. It feels like hours pass before he opens his mouth to speak. “What did you do, Troublemaker?” His deep, sexy voice drips out and it’s sending shockwaves to my core. He runs the back of his other hand down the side of my face. I lean into
DARIUS POV Aurelian left the seven of us feeling a little awkward, to say the least. “Can I make a suggestion?” Saph asks the group. Her messy bun was titling to the side. Her features were much softer compared to Daya, which suits her bohemian aesthetic. We all nod our heads and I gesture my hand to Saph, telling her she has the floor to speak her mind. “It has been very hectic the last couple of weeks. And seeing how we all are going to be family, how about a family dinner tonight?” She patiently scans the room, and her eyes were open wide with hope and optimism. Her hands clasped together at her chest. I already knew my answer. How could I say no to that request? “Oh, that sounds like a perfect idea, Saph! I’ll help cook. Is everyone okay with pasta?” Pearl chirps. I could see her energy immediately shifting to more upbeat at Saph’s suggestion. “I mean, we all have to eat anyway. Why not make it a family dinner? Get to know our future brother a little better
Sage POV I wake up with a throbbing headache again. I’ve been running through the forest for several days now. Part of me regrets leaving that small hospital. I never asked anyone where I was or how I got there. I assume that I was kidnapped since I didn’t recognize anything. Everything is a jumbled mess. I try to sleep at night, but flashes of what I can only assume are my memories, flicker through my mind. The sun is beginning to rise over the trees. As much as I’m afraid about being out in the forest all alone, there is a sense of calm from being in nature. I vaguely remember being younger and running through the woods. Why can’t I remember anything? Do I have family looking for me? No. Obviously not. Or else they would have been in that hospital room waiting for me to wake up. A part of me keeps saying to turn back, that there is something, or maybe someone, waiting for me. I just have to accept that I’m alone. I continue walking, enjoying the sound
DAYA POV I am speechless. I have no words. Not only is the ring gorgeous, but his words are extraordinary. Alpha Luna? Is that even a thing? Nobody has ever shared an Alpha title before. Just when I thought that Darius couldn’t be more perfect, he proves me wrong again. He is truly willing to share his title with me. I feel a little guilty for shoving him before, but what did he expect me to do? I thought he was making a mockery of me and our bond in front of the entire pack. What a sneaky guy. I’m going to have to teach him a lesson later for that. I realize that I have not said anything in some time and Darius is still down on one knee, waiting for my response. “It would be my honor, Alpha,” I say without hesitation. I extend my fingers on my left hand for him and, without taking his eyes off mine, he slides the beautiful ring onto my finger. A black diamond- he knows me well. Darius places a kiss on my ring finger and rises to his feet. The entire pack is cheering and sc
DARIUS POV I’m standing on the platform, overlooking the entire party. My pack members are all so happy and enjoying the evening. Lucas and Aurelian are standing next to me. I’m wringing my hands together, feeling them getting clammy. I try shaking them out to dry them. I don’t want Daya to touch my hands and feel how gross they are. “Relax, Alpha. Your mate is coming,” Lucas says reassuringly. I never asked him what his views are on finding a mate. I have seen him talking with some she-wolves here and there, but nothing serious. He and Emmy have been spending a lot of time together. I’ll have to ask him if there is anything going on there. They’re so similar, they would probably be a good fit. The chattering amongst the pack members quiets down and I look up and see her- my warrior goddess. The woman who slowly broke down my walls and has become a new pillar of strength for me. She is flanked by her sisters as they make their way through the crowd. She stops and greets diff
DARIUS POV Two Weeks Later The full moon came and went. We never celebrated with a festival. Too many of my pack members were fearful that the full moon has become a bad omen. Following the attack from the Forza Pack, and Lyle’s death, nobody wanted to celebrate. I was disappointed, but I understood everyone’s concern. We had a funeral for Lyle. Logan and Leslie were distraught. Especially Logan. He is filled with so much guilt. I wasn’t there, but Daya told me Logan snapped at Lyle before the Forza Pack attacked. He feels responsible for his brother’s death. As does Leslie. Lyle died saving her. I understand that guilt, having lost Calvin in the same way. Richard recommended a grief counselor, or even instating a pack therapist. We all have been through significant trauma. It’s werewolf nature to deal with pain and keep your head up and drive on. We forget that we are also part human. It makes sense that having someone to talk to during difficult times would be beneficial. Ri
DAYA POV The rest of us spring into action and shift, joining Lyle by the tree line. ‘I’m on my way! How many?’ Darius’ voice comes through the link. ‘I can’t tell! At least twenty! They don’t smell like rogues!’ I tell him. The attacking wolves don’t hesitate. They leap out from the trees and come at us. Logan and Leslie are the first to defend their brother. The rest of us are not far behind. Darius’ orders come through the mindlink. ‘Do your best not to kill! We take as many prisoners as we can!’ Fearing for my sisters’ safety, I focus on keeping them away from harm. ‘Amy get back!’ I yell to her through the link. ‘I can fight! Let me help!’ She shouts back angrily, her small, brown wolf shaking out her fur. It’s not helping her seem intimidating. ‘No! Go help bring silver chains so we can keep these wolves subdued!’ I order her. Her wolf storms off in the other direction. She is just not a skilled enough fighter. I refuse to put her a
DAYA POV One minute, I’m hitting a punching bag, imagining it’s Darius’ face. The next, I’m letting him mark me. I have no regrets. The moment Darius’ teeth connected with my skin I felt our bond snap together. I saw his entire life flash before my eyes. I saw all that he has lost. I felt all his pain. I finally understand why my parents never resented the Moon Goddess for the plague. I can feel every emotion Darius has. I know him. He knows me. Being this connected to another person is scary, and exhilarating. I haven’t heard anyone talk about these things with a chosen mate bond. Nobody has mentioned the sparks and tingles every time their chosen mate touches them…kisses them. And I’ve never heard anyone talk about absorbing their chosen mate’s memories when they complete their bond. I used to think werewolves were superior to humans because of our enhanced senses, our strength, and speed. And, yea, obviously, the whole shifting into a majestic animal is in
DARIUS POV As my pack members’ voices filled the outdoor space with cheers and applause, I could feel through the bond that Daya was not sharing in their feelings of excitement. I sensed her emotions were pinging between shock, annoyance, hesitation, uncertainty, and anger. Yea. I should have spoken to her about this beforehand. There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl. “I can’t wait to have a Luna. Especially one as pretty and brave as you. I’m going to be a warrior when I get older too!” Phoebe flexes her small arms, which are void of any muscle tone. And she grits her teeth together and lets out a growl, or what I think was supposed to be a growl. I can’t help but smile at her cuteness. I feel Daya’s emotions change through the bond. Gratitude
DAYA POV Justin’s trial created a ripple effect of change over the next week. Darius meant it when he told his pack things needed to change. He took a suggestion from me and Aurelian that all pack members should receive basic training in the event of future attacks. Of course, not everyone will be on the warrior squad, but Darius agreed that every pack member should have basic fighting skills for whenever Bram, or rogues, attack again. But that’s not all that has changed, Darius announced that he wants to increase security measures. He wants to create a tech team to bring Running River Pack into the twenty-first century. This pack is definitely more of a blue-collar, get-your-hands-dirty, type of pack. Which is great and all. But there is so much technology available that can better protect everyone and alleviate the strain on the warriors who run patrols. Warrior training has just wrapped up for the day and we are all making our way over to the packhouse for another all-p
DARIUS POV I’m buttoning up a black dress shirt as I hear the shower turn off. I peer into the bathroom and see Daya’s reflection in the mirror as she steps out of the shower. Her tan and muscular body is still wet. I catch a glimpse of her perfect ass before she wraps a towel around her naked form. Damn it! I look down and I’m already hard just from looking at her. I haven’t admitted this to Daya, but since she marked me, my desire to have sex, and bury myself deep inside her, has skyrocketed. We have been having plenty of sex now that she moved in, but I’m always hungry for more. It feels so good to have her next to me every night. It seems so natural for us. I don’t know what changed for Daya, but she has been more open with me. I’m hesitant to bring up the conversation of marking her. I don’t want to scare her and risk all the progress our relationship has made. She steps out of the bathroom and rakes her eyes over me. I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but she li