Bruce's hand remained at the small of Amelia's back the entire time they were walking, a gesture that felt strangely intimate and protective at the same time. She ignored the perplexing notions, telling herself that their relationship amounted to nothing more than a business deal. When Amelia woke up the following morning, there was an envelope under her door. One sheet of paper with the brief, menacing words, "Leave now, or suffer the consequences," was discovered inside. The only caution I have for you is this. Amelia brought the note to Bruce, her hands trembling. As he read it, a low growl reverberated in his chest and his expression darkened. He crumpled the paper in his fist and remarked, "This has gone too far." "With immediate effect, I am assigning you a personal security detail." Amelia's gaze expanded. Is that really what is needed? I desire to not be a burden. Bruce interrupted, his voice gentler than she had ever heard, "You are not a burden, Amelia." "You a
The moon was low in the sky, casting long shadows across the pack area. In a peaceful clearing, Ema strolled away from prying eyes and perceptive werewolf ears. Her blonde hair glittered silver in the moonlight, her eyes flashing with barely controllable wrath. She snarled. "This is taking far too long," the nearby shrouded figure said. "It is an insult to our kind every day that a human being like Luna exists." The apparition stepped forward, and under its hood emerged a man with sharp features and icy, analytical eyes. He said, "Ema, please be patient," in a quiet, smooth voice. "Everything we have worked for could be ruined by hurrying now." Ema turned to face him, looking visibly annoyed. And exactly what have we accomplished, Damien? That which, by Bruce's side even now, taints our heritage by mere existence." A cunning smirk wrapped around Damien's mouth. "We have planted the seeds of mistrust, my dear. The group is divided, and the complaints get louder every day. They'll be
Amelia got a shiver from something in her expression. --- Amelia ended up spending the rest of the evening studying old books in the pack's vast library to get ready for the Rite of Unity. Stories of hardships whirled around her head, each one more terrifying than the last. She was so focused on her research that she didn't even realize Ema was getting close until the werewolf was standing next to her. "It's a shame, isn't it?" With a phony sympathy flowing from her voice, Ema spoke. "To be thrust into a world you know so little about, forced to prove yourself over and over again." Closing the book in front of her, Amelia tensed. "What do you want, Ema?" Ema had a wicked sparkle in her eyes. "I want what's best for Bruce and this group. You must be able to see that you're not it. Amelia shot back, "That's not for you to decide," and got up to walk away. Ema took hold of her arm, her hold bordering on unpleasant. "Amelia, you're not going to pass this Rite. And everyone will recog
Bruce took a seat beside his study window and fixed his gaze on the sky's low moon. There was no indication of the internal battle he was going through from his look, which was neutral. That had been handled by the curse, therefore he shouldn't be going through anything at all. However, even so... He was startled out of his thoughts by a soft knock on the door. He cried out, "Enter," his voice devoid of passion. Bruce sensed it the moment Amelia walked into the room—that strange, inexplicable emotion that seemed to accompany her each time. He experienced tingling along his skin and an unexplainable warmth in his chest. "I hope I am not disturbing you," Amelia remarked, her voice tinged with worry. Bruce forced a neutral smile on his face as he glanced up at her. Not at all. Are there any requirements at all?" Bruce recognized Amelia's fiddling at the hem of her blouse as a telltale sign of anxiety. "I just wanted to talk about what happened at the Rite of Unity. Things have cha
There were many stars in the sky. giving a surreal radiance on the pack grounds. Amelia stood on the balcony of her room and traced with her fingertips the outline of the crescent moon mark on her chest, a continual reminder of the Rite of Unity that she and Bruce had undertaken. Her heart continued to race despite the quiet nighttime atmosphere. Behind her, she heard the door slowly click open. She recognized that it was Bruce immediately; a familiar shudder went down her spine. His deep voice rumbled "Amelia," surprisingly close to what she had expected. "We must have a conversation." Amelia turned to face him, her gaze menacing. She spotted Bruce, his muscular frame silhouetted against the moonlight, and her heart raced. She forced a neutral expression on her face, telling herself to keep her heart safe as she had promised and that this arrangement was just temporary. "What is it, Bruce?" she asked, her voice sounding confident. Bruce moved forward and looked directly into her
The bedroom was filled with a warm glow as the early morning sun filtered through the curtains. Bruce's firm chest against her back and his strong arm around her waist were the first things Amelia noticed as she slowly stirred. Recollections of the night before filled her mind, causing a smile to tug at her lips.She moved a little, making an effort to look up at Bruce without waking him. His eyes were already open, watching her with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat, so it was a pointless attempt.Bruce grumbled, his voice still husky from sleep, "Good morning."Amelia grinned more broadly. "Good morning," she said, tracing the firm contour of his jaw with her hand. "Are you sleeping well?"In response, Bruce drew her in closer and nuzzled into the nape of her neck. "More than I have felt in years," he whispered against her flesh.The touch sent a shiver down Amelia's spine. She was still in awe of how swiftly their relationship had transformed after they had finally share
Throughout the meeting, she was acutely aware of Bruce's presence beside her. His hand would occasionally brush against hers under the table, or he would shoot her a proud smile when she made a particularly good point. These small gestures of affection and support meant the world to her.As the meeting drew to a close, Elder Thorne addressed them both. "Alpha, Luna, if I may speak freely?"Bruce nodded, his expression curious. "Of course, Elder. What's on your mind?"The old werewolf's eyes twinkled as he looked between them. "I just wanted to say how pleased we all are to see the two of you so... in harmony. Your bond has brought a new energy to the pack, a sense of hope and progress that we haven't seen in many years."Amelia felt a blush creep up her cheeks at the praise. Bruce squeezed her hand gently, a small smile playing on his lips."Thank you, Elder Thorne," Bruce replied. "Amelia has indeed brought many positive changes to our pack. We are fortunate to have her as our Luna."
As dusk settled in, Bruce and Elijah retreated to the Alpha's private study, leaving the pack grounds covered in lengthy shadows. The room, usually an oasis of calm and order, felt strained at this moment. Elijah knew there was going to be a lot of conflict seething beneath the surface, but Bruce moved slowly and deliberately to seal the door behind them. Bruce said, "All right, Elijah," and he sat down in the high-backed leather chair behind his desk. He spoke in a quiet, collected tone. "Tell me everything, please. from the beginning." Elijah took a long breath and collected his thoughts. He'd replayed this discussion a hundred times in his head ever since he learned this, but now that the moment had arrived, he had no idea what to say. "It started about a week ago," he stated, expressing how long the investigation would take. "I was searching through some of the earlier pack records to find the lineage of that new family that wants to join us. Remember the Hendersons? Bruce nod