Fen leads me to the underground security rooms to give me what I really needed, which according to him is an advanced version of the digital map, and a physical map as I requested. I tell him thank you and head back out, my eyes scanning the walls as I go. I grab breakfast in the dining halls and this time, breakfast is different. Female Ironclaw werewolves stand to welcome me in, everywhere I turn I'm met with a smiling face and adoration-filled eyes. I almost thought I'd have a bit of trouble getting the acceptance of the females in Roman’s pack but that wasn’t the case. They seem to want to get to know me. It’s strange to feel that’s strange, I know, but it surprises me all the same. One of them switches my water with orange juice and when I summon the courage to cock an eyebrow up at her instead of just keeping shut and turning the whole thing weird, she chuckles and winks at me, “Vitamin C, for the baby.” A smile tugs at my lips and I thank her for it, she giggles and nods as
I park in the security outpost the Ironclaw warriors that guard the border reside in. They receive me a bit awkwardly but when I tell them I want to go exploring, they offer to follow. I have to refuse and say I need to do this myself and only then do they let me be. I head off alone, my heart pounding in my chest and my legs now clad in what the warriors call protection. It’s really just some long pants but they work. The forest is cool and cold when I walk in. There’s a clear path, beaten down and worn by the stomping of feet, and as I take careful cautionary steps farther and farther in, I feel the forest begin to come alive. The sunlight peeks through the canopy of leaves overhead, a gentle wind ruffles the trees, but there’s more. The chirp of small birds, the fast skittering of animals hidden from my sight. Fey yearns to rise to the surface and that surprises me. She’s excited, and she never really gets excited but as I let her watch through my eyes, I feel fascinated by wh
Roman's pov.“Where is it?”The doctor steps in with the report in his hands, hesitating before walking over and placing the envelope on the table.“We… conducted all the tests you asked us to conduct, and the results all came back the same. The boy is indeed the son of Alpha Hunter of the Nightshade pack. We checked his sample against the one you gave to us, and they’re a match, but as for the mutation, it shows Axios bears another strand of DNA. We don’t know whose it is, but….”I cock an eyebrow up and lean back in my chair, “But?”The doctor walks closer to me and brings his voice down to a whisper, “It’s unusual….. We don’t think it’s a werewolf gene. It might be the reason behind his strange behavior as you said.” I nod, taking that in and letting the doctor take his leave.I stare at the report and let thoughts flow through my mind.I am not a good man. I have said that repeatedly and I would have been committed to that, I wouldn’t have been bothered by anything that didn’t ha
Scarlett’s pov.I feel so guilty right now.Roman breathes deeply as I curl closer to him and inhale the scent of him. That itch under my skin has disappeared, and now I'm tempted to ask myself if it was really an itch or if I was just agitated and wanted to have sex for no reason.“Does there have to be a reason for wanting to have sex though?”I jostle Roman with my arm and he chuckles deeply, pulling me closer as I protest cheekily, “Stop peering into my mind. I’ll kick you out one of these days.”Roman’s chuckle becomes a full-on low laugh as he responds, “No you won’t.” And with a sigh, I give in because he’s right. I enjoy his subtle presence in my mind, and yes I don't want us to have a reason before being intimate with each other.I begin my explanation immediately. “I visited the border today.”Roman nods, turning to look at me with a semi-hard gaze as he adds, “And you almost fell off a cliff.”Instead of hitting him I simply nod and sigh. “I felt the borders would be a good
“You weren’t abducted that night were you?”Elara sits with her arms crossed over her chest and there’s a bitterness in her gaze as she replies sullenly, “What night are we speaking of here?”I can see the tick in Roman’s jaw. I can see how he’s annoyed but trying to hide it, how he’s pissed off but trying not to show it, how he would rather do anything else right now than be here and speak to the woman who betrayed him, but I don't interfere.Believe it or not, I think I might have a shorter fuse than Roman, so as he sighs and specifies, “The night of the attack. You weren’t abducted along with the pack were you?”, I smile softly with pride.Elara jolts immediately yet hides her shock all at once, she looks away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Roman chuckles derisively and I give him a look that playfully says don’t do that. He raises his hand in surrender and settles into his seat. Elara gives me a look I can't read.“You know I can smell it when you’re lying right?” Ro
“Why have you been following me?” Hunter glares at me like I just asked the question of the century and he darts his eyes to Roman, “Can we be left alone?” I refuse immediately, “No. Roman is my husband and he stays to hear everything. If you have something to say, say it now, to the both of us.” Hunter chortles and looks at me derisively, “You know me better than this, Scarlett. You know I can barely be coerced once I've set my mind on something. All those years gathering shit against me must have taught you that at least.” I huff lowly as the mark warms on my back and I return Hunter’s derisive stare, sneering “I wouldn’t have spent time gathering shit against you if you had given me a reason to love you. You abused me, and as hard as it is speaking to you right now, I’m doing it so you know I’ve healed from all that shit, I’ve healed from all the trauma you caused me and seeing you here again is threatening to give me PTSD so tell me, why the hell are you here? What the fuck do
Roman and I settle in a closed room to play the recording Mira handed over to me.Roman asks as he plugs the phone into his computer, “How do you think she got this?”I think about it for a while but nothing comes up so I shake my head and sigh, “No idea but let’s listen to it and see what’s so urgent.”Mira isn’t in the room with us right now but I told her I'd get back to her. Now I might have to question her but I'll decide on that after we’ve heard what’s on here.Roman starts playing the recording and Hunter’s voice floats into my ears immediately,“Where’s the child?” Hunter’s snarl is a low vicious thing but a female voice replies him immediately, “Tell me where he is first before I tell you where the child is.”There’s a stretch of silence in which no one speaks but Hunter’s grudging voice finally comes up, “I’ll bring him to you on the night of the festival, but swear to me Elara that you will tell me where the child is.”There’s a low chortle and a scoff, “Fulfill your prom
Priam is waiting for me in a parking lot a few blocks down the estate where the Ironclaw packhouse is located and there’s a hard look on his face when our eyes meet.I’d have thought he’d be smiling or looking jovial but he’s not. He looks slightly tired, pissed off even. My mood isn’t any better so I tamp down on whatever his face makes me feel and I open our conversation with one statement, “You dropped seventeen missed calls on my phone.”He nods and I huff, “Seventeen? It’s not an issue but a text would have worked better, like ‘Hey Scarlett, it’s me, Priam.’ ”At this a slight smile enters his eyes and I tuck away the fact that Priam has changed since the last time I was actively in his space. He was irritable and grumpy then, but now he just looks wizened and a bit more mature. His apology is a low “I’m sorry I dropped seventeen missed calls. I should have texted.” I shrug and rest on the hood of his car the same way he is, hands folded across his chest and legs crossed. His o