“What’s your second question?”I don’t think I want to ask any more right now. Raiden’s being so honest and open with me, while all I'm doing is not telling him the things he needs to know about me.I’m sitting in his office, hiding in his pack, and the only truthful thing I have told him about myself is my name and the fact that my parents are dead.”How did your parents die?”Raiden appears to silently brace himself again before he responds to me, “They were out on an expedition six years ago.”I settle into the seat and watch a tender light enter his eyes as he continues, “When I was four, my parents decided to become explorers. They developed an obsession in the dying werewolf culture.They wanted to find evidence of how the packs before us lived and thrived. I think they were more than obsessed with it actually. At the time, there was the talk of war between some of the packs. Most packs began to keep to themselves and my parents were trying to distract themselves from what that
I don’t think I've ever done this.I don’t think I even saw where my parents were buried. Looking at the headstones of Raiden’s parents makes me wonder what happened to mine. Were their bodies taken by their killers?Were they thrown into a ditch, or left to rot where they had died?Raiden is silent and the sunlight shining down on us makes warmth roll in through the air, but the heat isn’t sweltering, and even if it is, I don't mind. I think back on the memories of my parents and for the first time, I tell them how much I loved them.I tell them how much I still love them. I tell them that they were the biggest influences in my life and that the influence they had, it won’t be something I take for granted.I tell them that I'll take care of Raven, and that I'll love the child in my womb. I’ll love this child regardless of who his father is.I’ll love this child because the child is mine. This baby is ours, and the love they poured into me is the same love I will pour into my child.
Mor stares at me and I don't want to give her the satisfaction of rising to whatever she’s looking for right now.Mor and Mort grew up alongside me, both of them siblings I didn't have, but which I needed especially after the death of my parents.Mor should be my Beta. She’s the only child of her parents, my father’s Beta and his mate, but she refused. She insisted she had a brother who could do the job two times better.Still, sometimes she comes in like this, to interfere in my life and the pack. That’s why we all love her. “Tell me what exactly is happening between you and this stranger.”Her tone is cold and she says the last word with a note of disgust. I respond before I can stop myself, “She’s not a stranger.”Mor chuckles and it’s without mirth. There’s not a tone of warmth in the sound she makes, instead her tone dips even lower and colder as she goes on, “Isn’t she?What do we know about her, Raiden?””She’s not dangerous.”, Mor scoffs at my response and settles into the se
Mor refuses to respond to me or meet my gaze and I can feel anger building up in me, but I know her. I have for the past twenty years. She wouldn't say something like that without cause and she wouldn't say it if she didn't know of something that could make her think so."If you’re wondering why I'm looking away, it’s so you don’t feel too guilty after what I'm about to tell you, Raiden.”Her tone is lightly mocking, and I can't bring myself to smile because I refuse to simply think or believe what she’s saying.A spy in the pack?Who the fuck would want to spy on us? And why would they go through the trouble of making sure I found a woman about to be assassinated on my hunt in the woods just to do so? It doesn’t add up.”She’s not a spy.”“I don’t think you’ll feel that way after hearing what I have to say.”Mor’s eyes catch onto mine and they hold. A muscle tenses in my jaw as she opens her phone and hands it over to me. A simple text message and video are displayed. I read the mess
“You know what you have to do, right Raiden?”I don’t want to do anything. I know what she’s asking me to do, but I don't want to. Mor’s tone goes stone cold as she accuses, ”It’s your fault this is happening, Raiden. You let the alliance fall into the hands of an outsider and now we’re going to be forced into an alliance that will probably make us slaves.””I know that!”, Mor’s eyes don’t hold any kindness as she gets up, “Then do what needs to be done.”She leaves my office and it feels like a part of my heart has been wrung out. I know what I have to do, but I don't want to.I don’t want to believe Emery is actually a spy for the Redstones.But the video I've just seen makes this something that I can't ignore. It makes this something that is more than just about me and what I feel. The fate of everyone in my pack lies on my shoulders and I can't let anyone endanger us.Each step I take towards her room is like the banging of a gavel on my chest. I have to do what is best for my p
I get up and walk around the room the doctor is using as his office. What he said just now makes me feel weird. I mumble to myself as I graze the back of my fingers over a figurine sitting on the table, “I’m nothing special.”The way his head whips to me tells me he heard that and for a second, we share a locked gaze, but after that he turns away and focuses back on his work.I came here so I could know what’s happening to my baby and my body. It’s been more than two months. I should be going into my first…. what do they call it?”Here dear.”I turn to the doctor and see him handing me a small book. From the picture on the cover I can tell that it’s a pregnancy booklet. The woman softly cradling her belly has her eyes closed, but my focus really is on the mark someone has drawn over her protruded belly.“What does this mean?”The Tempest Doctor responds without even looking at me, “It’s nothing. Just one of the marks we use in the pack to differentiate the normal pregnancy books fr
There’s a stale silence between us and I fold my arms over my chest, refusing to give up or give in to his current attitude.Even now, he’s still not saying what’s wrong, just staring at me like he can’t decide if he wants to choke me or slam me against a wall. I know Raiden wouldn’t do that but I also doubt he likes my words very much.Still, I'm not backing down. Not when something is obviously wrong and he’s erecting a wall to make me the outsider.He wouldn’t have come to me if this didn’t concern me in some way. The least he can do is tell me what’s really going on.“Well?”I know I've pushed a button the moment a cloudy look settles on his face, “Well what?”The beginnings of a nasty temper take form in Raiden’s eyes. My heart slams in my chest but I ignore that fear and carry on, “Well what’s wrong? And don’t say nothing isn’t. I wasn’t born yesterday.”“Why should I tell you what’s wrong? Last time I checked this was my pack. I don’t share things about my pack with just anyone
A gathering for Alphas.A gathering where all the Alphas this side of our small world will be gathered, where Nikolai will definitely be at, and where I also now have to be, to prove my loyalty to the Tempest pack.Raiden’s beta Mort will be at the event with him, while I'll be escorted around by Morwenna, the woman who hates my guts and who told Raiden he’d let the alliance fall into the hands of a spy by giving it to me.”Is anything the problem dear?”The doctor has his back to me, scribbling in a note while he asks that question but I can't bring myself to respond with a sigh.I’m worried, and it seems no matter how hard I try, I'm always going to be under the threat of being found out.If no one knows who i am, then everyone is going to try and paint me as who i’m not. I’m going to tell Raiden my identity before the day of the Alpha gathering finally comes, and I'll have to hope he keeps letting me stay in the pack.“I need work.”The words tumble out of my mouth but I know I mad
“Konstantin and Irene were to each other, one half of the same moon, each half shining brighter than the other.Their love was forbidden because no one knew where Konstantin was from and no one knew his origins, but Irene was a princess of Tempest.She was born of storm and wind.She had power, more than anyone in her time did.”Mor is clearly rushing over the tale and because of that I can tell that Irene wasn’t just any other princess with power. No, her tale was something special in the Tempest pack.Why Raiden said he didn’t know who she was, I don't know.“Did she die?”Mor nods, “Tragically too. But our pack legends say she shed her power into our pack, into every corner of the land and its people, and she became a protecting spirit. The ghost princess of the Tempest pack.”Silence comes afterwards and it takes me some time, but I rift through all I've learned and listen to the things that are not being said.”Why would she appear then?”Mor shrugs, “What did she look like?”I f
The moment I get back to the house I seek out Mor. When I see her she frowns, I frown too and take a deep breath before approaching her, "We have a problem on our hands.”Mor frowns, because before this she was lounging in the chair and now I'm pestering her. Still she gets up and walks over to me,. grabbing me by the hand and dragging me outside, roughly too I might add.She takes me to the back and we stop at the edge of the treeline, “Look at it.”I’m slightly blown back by the beauty of this place but I don't know if that’s what Mor wants me to see. Still I look at the treeline. The bounty of brown and green, the large trees and spindly shrubs.I take a deep breath and find my heart slowing down. It slows, and only then do I realise my heart has been beating fast.Faster than it normally should, and I didn't notice it at all.”I could hear your heart racing from the door, Emery. Whatever it is, I'm sure it’s not that bad.”For once Mor is being kind, and i do my best not to smile
In a few more minutes we’re all settled in. There isn’t that much furniture in the house but there’s enough for people to sit on without knocking knees with each other.Mor has already made dibs on one of the rooms upstairs and Raiden has informed me that I will be having the other one. The boys will rough it out downstairs.It’s a bit late into the day by the time we’re truly settled, but we don’t have that much time here to spend it resting anyways.Raiden and I go out, taking Bryce and Cetus with us. Just a father and mother, and their two teenage sons.We want to see if there’s nothing too peculiar about werewolves, aka, will the humans spot us from a mile away?We get a few stares here and there, mostly from strangers we simply pass by the side of the road.Bryce and his cousin already know the drill. Do not draw attention to yourself. Do not growl. Do not snarl. No flashing eyes. Nothing that marks us as werewolves.Raiden told them this himself, but I think he forgot another
A week ago when Raiden came to me with news of the exams Bryce and Cetus would be writing, we went over the college requirements together.The first obvious issue was of course the fact that they’re going to human schools.It’s in a city that’s just at the edge of the werewolf borders, but it’s also one of those cities where there’s no doubt that there has been some leakage over the decades.A human city this close to the werewolf borders will have people occasionally slipping through from both ends. Some come in legally, after going through rigorous vetting and checking at the borders, but others slip in and out like little phantoms in the night. We're not going to be slipping through, but we also aren't going to be going through the normal ways.Mor throws a glare my way as her way of asking, "Are you ready for this?"I can almost hear the thought leaping from her head, but she's not saying it. I don't think she wants me to act as Raiden's wife, but she's doing her best to get cool
Raiden doesn't ask me any more questions after that and I'm able to go through the rest of my breakfast in peace.It’s not like he disturbs me. It’s just that up until now, I still don’t know why he left the packhouse that afternoon.The day Max was here they did speak, but they didn’t tell me what they spoke of. Raiden admitted he and Max had a conversation. But if it was concerning me or the pack, i don’t know.He’s refused to tell me why he went off all alone that day, or what was in the letter he read from Amanda.Speaking of Amanda, I turn to Mor and dare asking, “How’s the boy? Julius.”About a week ago, Raiden left the pack and came back with a young boy. About seven or eight. He said the boy was Amanda’s brother, Julius. The pack received him in with open arms and he's been with Julia ever since.She’s been taking care of him, and sometimes I've been changed to see both of them. I think I can say Amanda was particularly drawn to Julia because she reminded her of her brother. N
”Shouldn’t you be outside, celebrating with your friends too?”Bryce settles in the seat beside me with his breakfast in hand and shrugs, “I already did. Last night.We’ve said our goodbyes, plus everyone celebrating right now is celebrating Cetus. His whole band of soon to be warrior friends will probably try to make anyone else feel bad if they were to celebrate and I don't want to make any noise.”“But you should.”Bryce looks at me and I nod, because while I understand why he doesn't want to overshadow his cousin’s happiness, he has to realise he has a claim to happiness as much as anyone else.He’s grown into a beautiful young man in the past month I've been here. He was striking because of his scar the first time I saw him. But it’s like everything about his features have settled into serenity now.He doesn't look odd. Even the scar looks like something he can’t do without now. His body might have changed but his character didn’t change much.He’s still the weird kid obsessed wi
~Two weeks later.~“Emery!Emery where are you?!”Mor’s voice grates against my ears but I remain silent. I’m putting the final touches on my look and I need total concentration for that.If I'm going to pull this off, then I need to be unrecognizable. I need to make sure no one who knew me before would know me now.I stare in the mirror and let the moment drag forever. The woman that stares back at me is different from the one that came here.To begin with, her hair is no longer the raven black it had always been. Now it’s a dark gemstone red. It’s not ruby red because I promised Mor I would kill her in her sleep if she made my hair ruby red out of spite.I was fully prepared to cut it if she did me like that.But to her credit, she didn’t. She gave me a red bordering on such black that if I stand in a shadow, my hair looks black, but when I step into the light, the red bleeds through..I’ve put on a bit of weight because the pregnancy is coming along quickly, but not enough that I c
I turn my head to the side to look at Max and he’s looking at me too. His eyes hold a firmness that tells me he’s serious about what he’s saying, but I anticipated this.While I was going through the mechanical motions of taking care of the wounded, I thought about this. About what I would say if Max decided he wanted to try and convince me to come back to the pack.He is Nikolai’s Beta after all. No pack’s Alpha has ever had their mate live in another pack. I asked myself what I would do if he tried to convince me to come back, just for the sake of the pack and the man he serves.”What would I do if I went back to the pack?”Max takes a deep breath and proves me right. He’s also been thinking about how he’ll convince me to come back to the pack with him.He has a list neatly set out. A picture in his head. A perfectly male picture in his perfectly male head.I listen as he tells me about the house a little ways into the woods at the edge of the pack. A quaint three bedroom house with
Bernard leaves me on my own for the rest of the day and I try not to let myself think too much concerning what he said.I’ve long ago stopped trying to make myself feel like I might be special in some way. I had enough time in Nikolai’s pack to think and wonder about myself.The long hours spent waiting for Nikolai to come back from work, well when i wasn’t thinking of him, and wetting my panties at the thought of him, i thought of myself, and how i didn’t have a wolf.How i probably won’t ever have a wolf, because no matter how much my parents tried i couldn’t shift.Everyone knows a werewolf that can’t shift into their wolf form is no better than a human. There’s nothing they can do to help the pack. They’re not special in any way. A wolfless wolf isn’t a werewolf. A wolfless wolf is useless.And I tried to make myself feel like there was something else to me than what meets the eye. I tried to find it, but there was nothing there.I had no gifts to speak of. No special ability. No