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
Mort escorts me to the bunker at the back of the Tempest packhouse, and I can see why he was trying to warn me from actually coming in the first place.I thought he simply didn’t want me here, which would have made no sense, but now…..”Yeah, it’s a bit of a mess.”There’s barely any of the light humor he’s known for in his voice. Instead there’s a kind of deep sadness, and it rings the same with me.The people in here are in pain.“It’s alright. It’s alright.You just have to take this last bit of the draught.”The little girl being spoken to is crying, and she’s crying so silently I know she isn’t crying because of whatever is in that bowl. Even if it’s that bitter, it’s not bitter enough to elicit the kind of sorrow behind her eyes.The sound of groaning fills the air, sometimes soft, sometimes loud, all of it echoing some deeper pain.There’s hardly any free surface that doesn’t have a wounded or injured person on it.“What happened to them?”I’m thankful Mort hasn’t left my side
Raiden’s pov.Mort walks into my office with a gleam in his eyes.He’s happy about something and usually I'd be bothered enough to ask what it is. Mor is rarely unhappy while he is. Usually if she’s unhappy it’s because something has happened between both of them.And he’s usually in no mood to be happy either.But at least one of us is happy. Though I doubt his happiness is going to last long once he learns about what we’re dealing with.”So…. How's the issue with the spy coming along?”Wait….. My formerly placid stare gradually morphs into a scowl that I pin him with, “You knew?”He nods, like I'm surprised this is news.I sink back into my seat and massage my temples, because I shouldn't be surprised. Of course he knew. ”Why did Mor come to you first and why didn’t you come to me right away?”Mort’s voice brims of less happiness as he realizes what he’s unwittingly done and responds, “She came to me with it, hoping we could solve it and save you the stress of having to deal with t
Emery’s pov.My heart feels heavy by the time I make my way back to the room.Raiden’s conversation keeps playing back in my mind, and the existence of a spy in the Tempest pack isn’t settling either. I’ve been trying to figure out who it could be, because if there’s one thing I've realized since I had that conversation with Raiden, then it’s that I'm in about as much danger as the rest of the Tempest pack because of the existence of this spy.What if the spy actually works for the Redstones?Nadia could be keeping an eye out for me and if word was to get back to her that i’m here, and pregnant with Nikolai’s child, she could try to make an attempt on my life once again.I thought the alliance with Nikolai’s pack was the only thing that could pose a threat to me being found out, but it’s clear I was wrong. This spy, whoever they are, as long as they’re in here I'm not safe.I feel a shudder run through my veins as that thought settles in my mind. I strip off my clothes and go into th
My heart thunders harder in my chest the closer we get to Raiden’s office. When he opens it, the thundering becomes a bit harder to control because we’re not going to be alone in here.Morwenna, glossy black hair and impeccable face sits in an upright posture in one of the chairs, and in the other, Mort has a soft smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in an eerily dark way that sends a shiver down my spine.If Morwenna is the darkness of assassins and beautifully evil witches, Mort’s is the darkness of forests on a starless night. It makes sense that they grew up together.Morwenna asks, ”We’re bringing in the traitorous stranger again like we didn’t learn anything the first time, are we Raiden?”Raiden lets out a soft snarl as he walks to his seat, “Shut it.”Mort chuckles and Morwenna shoots him a hurt look that immediately has the laughter dying in his throat. She smiles right after, and Mort, realising what he’s done, seems to tone down his excitement a little bit.Like he wants
Raiden trails me down the hall and into my room. Once we’re in he gives me a look, the same look he gave me a while ago when he noticed how angry I was getting.I wait for the questions to pour forth.It’s strange, but lately I haven't been so scared of Raiden finding out who I am. I’m not telling him, not because I don't want him to know, but because there’s a kind of independence that comes with being able to push the part of me that was Nikolai’s away.If he asks now though, I may tell him.”Are you feeling okay, Emery?”A sigh of relief leaves my lips and I feel a small voice laugh at me mockingly from within.I wave that mocking laughter away, sitting on the bed instead and letting out a characteristic breath, “I’m just annoyed at all that’s happening.”He asks cautiously, ”Is it a mood swing? Y’know…. because of the baby.”My blood threatens to chill over again from fear, but then I notice how rigid Raiden is standing in the corner. The mass of his huge body is as stiff as ston
“Nikolai!Nikolai, wait! Don’t go in there!”Max tries to stop me from going into the packhouse but I ignore him.The dead body at the foot of the stairs is the first thing that catches my attention. It’s a woman’s body. The same woman that identified herself to me as head of the packhouse servants, and who spoke out against Nadia’s treatment of the people working in my pack house.A woman standing to the side, still shuddering from tears as she looks at the body of her lifeless friend cleans her eyes rapidly once she notices my presence. With a bow that puts a sour feeling at the back of my throat she greets through a thick voice, “Alpha Nikolai.”My eyes go back to the dead body, the fourth in less than one month, and a stab of guilt hits me. It’s sharp, like the edge of a knife, but I can't show it. I can’t show the anger running through me. I have to be in control. My voice is firm and commanding as I ask, “What happened here?”The guards standing watch make no move to clear the
“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