Even though I had been sleeping, I was instantly aware of the fact that there was someone who had come into my house. I almost couldn't believe it, I knew that I needed to act fats. There was a chance that whoever was in my house did not mean any harm, but even so, it was a risk that I was not willing to take. I was going to make sure that I was not caught off guard by what was happening. I knew better than to allow that. Luckily for my sake, my house was only one story, meaning that there would be no risk for someone to be hiding from me. After all, I knew my house like the back of my hand. "Gwen?" The moment that I registered that whoever was here with me knew me, the threat level descreased substantially. I did not know why there was someone here, especially not when today was my day off, when I had spent the whole night working in order to deserve this day off. I might not have been on duty in the same way that I initially should have been, but that did not change the fact that
I could tell by the expression on her face, that Gwen was having a hard time with what was going on. I could not help but wonder whether or not she had been sleeping after all, despite the fact that she had been by me mere moments after I had come through the door. But perhaps she had been under the impression that I was an intruder. It would serve as a good explanation for it. “Why would you need a warning?” I decided that I should have started off by telling Gwen the full story of what had happened. It might not have been an ideal, but it would have meant that she would have understood what was going on without leaving me feeling as frustrated as I felt now. “Remember, I called you to find out whether or not you had spoken to Luke? Well, I hadn’t actually phoned you for that, but do you remember?” How could she not remember? After all, I had also roused her out of her sleep when I had phoned her for that, and she had been perfectly capable of reporting what was going on to me. S
Even though I didn’t want to admit it, I knew that Gwen had a point with what she was saying. The only way that I would be able to get to the bottom of this, would be to go to his previous pack, and take matters into my own hands. But I knew that doing that carried a big risk in itself, especially since showing up in another pack was something that could be considered as an attack. But what choice did I have? All that I could hope for, was that I would be able to explain myself. It was as simple as that. “What do you suggest I do?” Considering the fact that Gwen was the one who came up with this solution, I guessed that the best thing for me to do, would be to find out what else she thought of in that moment. I wanted to consider all of the possibilities, and I wanted to make sure that I did not leave a single thing to chance. Especially not when Luke needed to be watched like a hawk. “I suggest that you do not travel by vehicle. You’ll get there faster if you shift, and travel tha
When Alpha Elijah left my house, it was something that I was incredibly grateful for. He might not have understood the urgency regarding the situation, which was something that I considered to be quite difficult to comprehend, since he was the one who had come to me because of this problem in the first place. Surely, he knew that he could not be wasting time, just standing around here when he could already have left. But, I understood why he wanted to go and tell Samantha that he was leaving. We might not have been given any solid indication that the two of them were mates, but the more that I witnessed the two of them together, the more accepting I became that it was the norm. I would be more surprised if the two of them didn't end up being mates, than I would be if they were. I just hoped that Samantha wasn't taking advantage of their bond and using it for her own personal desires. It was something that had crossed my mind earlier, and I had known that it would only be a matter of
I could not deny the fact that my mind was running at a mile a minute, trying to figure out what I was going to say to Samantha, and how exactly I was going to deal with what was going on. I knew that I needed to handle the situation carefully, even though I didn't feel the need to be cautious around her. If I had a choice in the matter, I would have taken her with me. But I knew that doing something like that would only make my trip to her previous pack harder than it was already going to be. For starters, she would slow me down considerably. As I approached my house, I could not help but wonder how Samantha would react to the news that I was going to be leaving. Would she be happy that I was going to be gone for a few days? Or would she feel the same ache in her chest at the prospect of being seperated from me, just as I felt for her? I hoped that it would be the latter of the two options, for I did not think that I would be able to deal well with the fact that she did not even fee
Watching Elijah leave was something that I found incredibly difficult to do, but I didn't have a choice. Even if I had stayed in bed the entire time, I would have still known that he had left, and that his goodbye was going to be for quite some time, and not merely just for a run to the border, or someplace else. There had been a part of me that had considered suggesting that I go with him, but I knew that that would cause more trouble than anything else, because it would make him more of a target than anything else. I did not know much about travelling in your wolf form, but I did know that it was risky. It was something that my father rarely did, unless he was accompanied by other wolves. Your scent became more prominent, and you became more visible to the world around you. But as much as we could be considered as apex predators, we were prey to our own kind. Elijah would be travelling with a target on his back, bright, red and precise. All that it would take, would be one highly s
Even though I was now home alone, it did not feel right for me to be sitting downstairs, to actively be moving up and down, through the house. It still felt like I was a guest here, and even though I did not have as much energy and strength as I would have liked to have. I started making my way up the staircase. I knew that I would need to go back to my room, regardless of how much I would have enjoyed being in Elijah's bed. It was something that I could not do anything about, since I did not want anyone else to come in here and see me somewhere where I was not supposed to be. It would be quite simple to have Elijah explain everything to them, but having to do that myself when he was not here, seemed like quite a daunting task. I did not think that I would be able to do it, despite the fact that I knew that Gwen would be the only person who would have any reason to come here. I just did not want to take any chances, because I knew just as well as anyone that anything could happen. I
'Gwen... I would appreciate it if you could come here now...' I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Samantha's voice echo through my head, for I had been nearly convinced that she had spoken right here next to me. But that was not the case. There had been something about the tone of her voice that warned me about the fact that there was something wrong. I didn't know how I knew, but I was willing to call it a gut feeling. I had been sitting on my sofa up until that moment, waiting for an acceptable time to start making my way there, but now I was starting to wonder if it was possible that I had taken to long. Was she shifting? 'I am on my way. Are you shifting?' I felt like I needed to know what was going on, what it was that I was going to walk into when I got there, because as much as I wanted to say that I was prepared for it, I knew that I was not. On the contrary, I was the furthest thing from fine that you could possibly be, my own heart rate spiking through the roof. I