*Emrys’ POV*
When she asked me, my heart sank with fear, anger, and such negative emotions that I could hardly take in another breath; the emotions weren’t targeted at her by any means, no…
It was targeted at those… Those bastards.
“Why? Tell me one good reason, Celeste!” I couldn’t help as my voice raised in an odd sort of scared little boy emotion, I felt like crying, screaming, the whirlwind of emotions that cluster fucked my brain right now was too much all at once and-
“Because,” And her voice instantly drew me back to reality, her hands steadily holding the sides of my face with peace and calm. Those beautiful, breathtaking blue eyes could save me from an
*Emrys’ POV*As the meeting continued, I could not help but drift my thoughts away from the important subject in front of me; I tried to reach out to Atticus, hoping and praying he’d give me some sort of leeway, help me out with whatever he thought he had the scent off, and together we could perhaps figure out the murder.Muder… It was a concept I was very familiar with as the stories I have heard about my father always haunted me at night and seeing as I was his son, I had often heard questions about if I had committed the same treasons; Atticus and I always left those open ended questions to answer themselves. It wasn’t because we had murdered, but more so because we’ve only commited to murder in acts of war and duty…No, it neve
*Celeste’s POV*I smiled as I took a deep breath in, the scents of freshly tilled dirt and the sounds of a silent countryside made me feel so relaxed and I just realized how long I had been inside the walls of the palace grounds; this brought me back to remembering the times me and Ostana would sneak off during a school day to travel to the river and explore anything and everything.My decision to wear white made me feel even more bubbly as dust clouded my flats, the feeling of openness and freedom put my stressed thoughts of the Northern Whispers to rest.“Sorry about the scent, I just had fertilizer put down a few days ago,”Turning around to face the voice, and not even smelling the
*Emrys’ POV* In just a few days, my entire world would be different… I wouldn’t wake up in my own house, in my own bed, with my own beautiful mate snuggled into my arms with only the ceiling fan above us making white noise with a hint of my small neighborhood; my life had never been easy but it was my life. Mine. Looking down to my sleeping goddess who was tight in my arms, I smiled as I put my hand as best as I could but sort of awkwardly upon her pregnant stomach just in time to feel our quiet pup kick softly -for once- and in just a moment time, I kissed Celeste’s forehead with every ounce of love I had for this woman. It was crazy how fa
Today was the day.Men and women alike gathered in the palace meeting grounds outside, those carrying bags and weapons at their side while those they hugged carried tears, paled skin, and the hushed whispers of love and hopefulness; Ostana, I’m more than sure, cried more than anyone here.Those golden almond eyes of hers had been heavy with tears this entire week, but today they had fallen without stop, no matter how much Laker reassured her that everything would be okay and this would hopefully last not even a week, nothing was calming her down.Emrys hugged me close as I wrapped my arms around his neck, he scooped me in his arms with such warmth and such faith that I too started to cry; Cassandra whimpered in pain, wishing to see Atticus just once more -as I even wan
“Alpha,” Laker came rushing up to me from his post, my own halfway up the mountain with clear view of both above me and the farmers field below me; men and women setting up their each specialized post -everyone having their own talents and set of skills is what determined what each wolf does- and putting down my drawing of my plan, I turned to face him.Outside the wind roared as snowflakes fell in puzzled placement, the scent of freshly brewed coffee over the fire outside kissed my nostrils, and I sighed to myself. I stood at my personal table and gathered all of the most recent information there, From maps to findings, I had it all, as I met Lakers eyes.Our wool and thermal fighting leathers kept just enough warmth that we were comfortable, but needed to keep moving; I was more than glad I was a warm person. Cele
*Celeste’s POV*“I am… So fucking sorry,” My best friend cried as I walked back into her room, Ostana’s emotions scattered everywhere as the doctors took her sweet baby girl to another room to wash her up, weigh her, and everything else they needed to do to make sure the little princess was more than okay.I chuckled and looked down at the fresh black colored casting on my hand and wrist, the drugs Dr.Wright given me a few moments earlier already kicking in and numbing the pain I was starting to achingly feel; sitting on the bed next to my bestie and handing her ice cold water to drink, I waved her off.“Ana, it’s more than okay. I’ll just make sure to return the favor when my baby pops,” Together we chuckled and sighed, relaxing for
“So,” I smiled as I held the newest member of our royal pack, a sleeping little bundle of joy who’s little eyelids and pink plump lips fluttered every now and then, and my heart just melted. “What have you and Laker decided to name her?”Ostana smiled at the sight, tears welling in her eyes from her new baby and elevated hormones no doubt, and watched as I rocked her baby softer than a spring wind. “Her name is Vera Elise Foreseen, it means faith and God’s promise,”Me and Cassandra smiled at the name, aw-ing at the meanings and I couldn’t help but wonder what I would name my mysterious baby; would it be a glorious little girl or a bouncing baby boy? Would they look more like me or Emrys, to have his deep ink colored curly hair or my light blonde waves? His fight and determination or my thoughtful and carefulness?With a heavy sigh dwelling on future dreams, I kissed baby Vera on her soft and lightly almond colored forehead and gave her back to Ostana, kissing Ostana on the cheek, and
Lakers eyes filled with tears as he read the letter that Ostana had written to him and from the letter I just read from my beautiful mate, I already knew he just received the news; I couldn’t imagine Celeste giving birth without me there. My wolf, Atticus, even whimpered at the thought, but I think with the thought of the mate and baby being happy, healthy, and safe was enough for anyone to be okay with the brutal fact of missing the birth. “Congratulations brother,” I smiled, my arm going around his shoulders for a quick brotherly hug and Laker let out a rough chuckle, trying to hold back his tears but he could cry and cry because once Celeste has our baby, I know I’ll be a puddle of tears. “I can’t believe I’ve missed it,” I hated hearing him so sad, yet he was so happy and joyful; the Alpha within me proud of him and his new child, proud of his mate who birthed a healthy baby and even though she may have broken my poor mates hand, I was more than joyful that she was happy and hea