*Ingrid*
As I lay in bed curled up next to Quinn one thought kept rampaging through my head.
I can't say for certain when the idea of killing Alpha Stone first crossed my mind. It could of been the night that father first told me Stone intended to take me as a mate, it could of been when I learned that they had been poisoning me, or it could of been when Ezra threatened that they would come for they Grey Ridge Pack.
For a while now, nothing has seemed real.
Could I kill him and anyone else who dared to stand between us?
Random memories keep flash through my mind of Father and I many years ago, laughing and chasing eachother through the house. I was young and carefree, I was also a major daddy's girl. Everything changed when I first shifted, father stopped spending time with me and basically went out of his way to avoid me.
But I still kept asking myself if I truly believed that the man who I thought loved me could be capable of hurting me?
The idea has sat in the back of my head, festering like an infected boil for weeks until it suddenly burst, spreading it's contents all over my mind, Seeping into every orifice. I hated myself for thinking it, hated myself for even allowing the thoughts to come into my mind so clearly as that, but I hated myself even more for failing to see any other option.
Alpha Stone would never stop trying to come for me. There's no chance that I would ever consider myself completley safe and let my guard down with him still lingering at the edges of my mind. But if I got this wrong, if I made one mistake in my plan it would cost the lives of everyone involved in helping me and probably countless others.
The only way to ensure everyone's safety was to remove Stone from the board all together. But even if I did that I knew Willow would never let it go.
My mind started to replay the awful incounter I had with Willow on my last day with the Black Ridge Pack.
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"I wont mate with you Alpha Stone." Despite the strength in my voice my heart was racing and I could hardly hold a coherent thought in my head.
"You say that as if you have a choice in the matter," Stone replied.
"I do have a choice."
He chuckled but it wasn't the sound of an amused man. It was dark, sinister. It was something to fear; the man behind the laugh was cruel and dangerous. I could feel the ice seeping into my veins, chilling me from the inside out, making me feel as if I would never be warm again. But I still stood my ground.
"I'm gonna let you continue thinking that, for today. I have somewhere else to be and I don't have time to deal with your insolence at this moment. We'll talk more when I return."
I didn't respond, just stood in place frozen. When Stone stepped towards me as kissed me on the cheek it took everything in my body not to recoil from him. It felt like a kiss of death, as if stone was marking me for the pack enforcer to come in and take my head. But what he had in mind was a fate far worse than death- at least thats the way I saw things. Stone might of killed his mates, but no before he tortured them for not giving him what he wanted.
I didn't move from the spot on which my feet were suddenly glued to until I heard his footsteps finish making their way to the front door, waiting for the tell-tale creeking sound as it opened and clesed. It was only then that I felt my knees trying to give out, my lungs burning from holding my breath for so long.
He was gone.
"You're an idiot," A voice said from behind me.
My heart dropped into my stomach and then lurched upward again, beating widly in my chest. I took a deep breath, bringing more oxygen into my lungs to make up for the previous denial of constant air flow and tried to calm myself before turning towrds Willow. An ounce of weakness Willow saw was something to be used against me.
"What makes me an idiot?" I asked, trying and almost failing to keep my emotions in check.
"Anyone in their right mind would kill to be with the Alpha of our pack and here you are, just throwing it away like it means nothing to you."
"Willow," I sighed. "Anyone if their right mind can have him. It's not something that I want for myself." I whispered.
"Perhaps it isn't something that you want for yourself but have you considered how your behavior is making father and I look? Do you really think that Alpha Stone will take no for an answer?" she growled.
The distinct air of condescension was unmistakeable. WIllow was the daughter of a beta, she had her wolf. She always saw me an inferior and for sometime I haven't been able to bring myself to disagree with her.
"H- he doesn't love me."
"Love? Love Ingrid? You've got to be fucking kidding me." The angered that was rolling off of Willow shook me to my core, she had been angry with me plenty of times. Hell she and her friends have made my life a living nightmare from the time I could remember. But she's never been this agressive towards me.
Never.
"You will not embarrass this pack or father any longer, Alpha Stone wants you. You Ingrid, someone who doesn't even have her damn wolf. What in the fuck is so special about you? Huh? Oh, that's right. nothing. You've got nothing."
The only thing i remember was seeing the pure hatred in Willow's eyes as she wrapped her hands around my throat, tightening beyond the point of just trying to scare me.
Willow, my own sister was trying to strangle me.
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I shoot up from the bed, screaming as I clutch the heavy duvet to my chest. I can feel the tears leaking down my face, my body shaking all over.
The sound of my blood-curdling screams reverberate on the walls of our room, but I can't stop. I know I'm safe, I know I'm with Quinn but the rational part of my brain has completely shut off at this point and all I can feel is the mind numbing pain racking my body until a pair of hands land on my shoulders trying to pull me back into bed.
"Ingrid? You're okay baby, I promise. No one will ever hurt you again." Quinn whispers in my ear, pulling me back against his hard chest.
*Quinn* Every piece of research I've come across hasn't brought me any closer into figuring out where Ingrid really comes from. There's absolutley nothing along the lines of missing children from the year that she was born that look even remotley like Ingrid, no adoptions records, and no records of her being born into the Black Ridge Pack. The story that Ingrid has been told her whole life was that her mother Laura died giving birth to her, but the records indicate that Laura died in a rogue attack two years before Ingrid was even born. Her Alpha and father have hidden and lied to her about every aspect of her life, including about Jules being sick. When I told Ingrid the possibility of them drugging her because of her wolf being different I could see everything shifting into place in her mind. I don't think she could actually fathom before that her father would willingly maliciously hurt her. Stone had told her that Jules was sick and the injections were to keep them both safe, b
*Ingrid* The longer I'm here with the Grey Ridge Pack the more on edge my body becomes. I know Ezra said it wouldn't be the last time I saw him, even Quinn said that they would definitely be coming back for me. But we've yet to see any sign of the men who chased me or my old pack, and the full moon has come and gone with another fast approaching. Quinn has doubled up on security and everyone old enough that has a wolf has been included in training just in case they come into contact with someone while they are on patrolling duty. While the training has been kicking my ass, I had no idea how to fight before coming here. Stone kept me out of every activity within the pack. Now I have training in human form every morning, and I'm wolf form on thursdays with Quinn being my sparing partner everyday. No one has voiced their opinions but I know they are scared of me and whats to come. I can see it all over there faces.. It's been over a month since I ran from Stone, and a part of me wishe
*Quinn* As more time rolls on I can visibly see Ingrid growing more tense. She's watching, waiting, worried that Stone is coming for her. Worried that he's going to hurt the pack. I know she feels guilty for coming here because it seems like she put us all in danger, but what she fails to realize is any one of our pack members would gladly give up their lives to protect our Luna. She's my mate, but she has yet to see what that even entails. The most she interacts with people is during training, and even that's a slim encounter. I know she's scared of what comes with being a white wolf, of the icy chill that follows her shadow. Our council isn't even sure of what her ability means. She's been fighting our mating bond every step of the way, building up a fortress so high around her that it's almost impossible for someone to scale the walls and get inside. Almost, but not entirely impossible. If anyone can beat down her defense system and crawl their way inside, it's gonna be me. I
*INGRID* It's like I've completely forgotten how to breathe. This wired like electricity has taken over my body and it's trying to hold me prisoner. Nothing I can do will make it fade. I can't take all of the lingering looks any longer, I can feel eyes on me everywhere I go and I'm tired of feeling like a freak. Tired of feeling like I don't belong in the shifter world, but goddess knows I don't belong in the human world either. During my scarce encounters with the humans they were volatile. But as far as I know, I'm the only white wolf anyone has ever seen. The stories orginated from the ancient wolves, apparently white wolves were the first born of our kind. Directly descended from Lycaon and his sons, but they died out like a over a thousand years ago so I'm technically not possible. Quinn thinks my powers are from the druids and whatever spell they used to turn the women into mates for Lycaon and his sons. Whatever I have I don't think the shadow that lurks wants to be used f
*Quinn* I'm already at least 100 yards away when the aganozied scream rips through her throat. Before I even have time to comprehend whats happening to Ingrid her wolf is blowing past me and headed straight into the forest towards the fight. "INGRID!" My shout contorts in my throat, emerging as an imhuman roar. The One thing I never mentioned to her was the the white wolves were warriors for their packs to their very core. If a pack member was in trouble and called for help the white wolves would lay down their life to protect them. But I never thought we would be in this situation, I've almost trippled patrols in the past month so we would never be put in this situation. I also didn't know if this particular bit of information was true. Turns out it is and its a hell of a time for the fucking warrior princess to come out and try to play. And Ingrid? She has no idea why Jules pushed so hard to get out and I'm sure they are both fucking terrified of what just happened. The warrior i
*INGRID* *Ingrid* My head whips around to the man/beast that's behind me when he speaks. I don't even know how he got ahold of or how he forced me shift, one second I was viciously tearing into a rogue's throat and the next I was being lifted off the wolf by the fur on the back of my neck that started disappearing while my body was forced back into human form. I look up and catch Quinn's gaze as he's shifting. The rest of our pack warriors have joined him in staring at us, just waiting on the order from their alpha to tear the rogues to shreads. I can see the barley contained fury on Quinn's face, and worse: fear. Mindlinking Beta Jackson I repeat the mantra that I've been telling myself for days on end when I thought it would be Stone that attacked our pack, 'Whatever happens to me you do not let our pack fall. I know Quinn can survive if I die, but the pack will parrish if he does. This is my dying wish.' I lift my gaze to Beta Jackson after I close the mind link and see dete
*QUINN* *QUINN* Not once did it ever occur to me that my mate would be a fucking white wolf. Not once did it occur to me that the very people who attacked us and spoke a different language that she would understand. Time seemed to meld together into one rolling monotonous reel in this pit of hell that was my mind since Ingrid became unconscious in the forest. The rage I felt towards the Rogues who attacked us just boiling under the surface, ready to come out and play if she didn't awaken soon. Torturing was getting us no where, none of the rogues could even speak. Every last one of them had their tongues ripped out to prevent leaking information I'm sure. And the beast who captured Ingrid had fully shifted back into a man, who had a suprisingly calm heartbeat for someone that was being beaten left and right. He keeps smiling at me every time I check in with Jackson, like he knows something I dont and he's just biding his time until it comes to light. Each time we locked eyes we we
*Ingrid* Am I prepared for this? Stone's question bounces through my mind, playing on a loop. 'We can do this Ingrid, we can take Quinn. You, me, and our powers? You know we can take his whole pack out with just the three of us. Stone knows nothing about me or the thing that lurks in the shadows.' Jules says encouraging me. 'Jules, we don't really know enough about the shadow or what he is. I don't even have a good handle on my powers. I could hurt someone from out pack. We can't risk that... But you are right. If this is what Stone wants to do then this is the way we have to do it.' Having made up my mind I speak out to answer Stone, "Fight you to the death for the Grey Ridge Pack? Absolutely. For my mate to not be harmed? Yes. I'm prepared for that Stone." I can hear the whispers swirling around me, Stone's pack members wondering why he's even trying to humor me. They think he will rip me apart since I don't "have a wolf." Seems like Stone threatened Ezra and the other men who
*Willow* If this fucking inbred stupid little bitch thinks that she can disrespect my Alpha In front of our whole pack she has another thing coming. I’ve hated her since the moment my father brought her home, clinging to him, covered in blood, screaming bloody murder. We had been just fine without her, him and I. It was few years after my mom died in the rogue attack, dad and Alpha Stone were following a trail on the rest of the rogues who attacked us. Hours later he came bounding in the front door Stone hot on his tail with Ingrid wrapped around him screaming like she was on fire. Ever since he brought her home I’ve always felt second best to her, dad paid her more attention, babied her every step of the way. Everything he did just made my hate grow into something uncontrollable, so I set out to make her as miserable as possible. Hoping she would tuck tail and get the fuck out of my life. Although I never suspected it would come to this, I never thought Alpha Stone would try to
*Ingrid* Am I prepared for this? Stone's question bounces through my mind, playing on a loop. 'We can do this Ingrid, we can take Quinn. You, me, and our powers? You know we can take his whole pack out with just the three of us. Stone knows nothing about me or the thing that lurks in the shadows.' Jules says encouraging me. 'Jules, we don't really know enough about the shadow or what he is. I don't even have a good handle on my powers. I could hurt someone from out pack. We can't risk that... But you are right. If this is what Stone wants to do then this is the way we have to do it.' Having made up my mind I speak out to answer Stone, "Fight you to the death for the Grey Ridge Pack? Absolutely. For my mate to not be harmed? Yes. I'm prepared for that Stone." I can hear the whispers swirling around me, Stone's pack members wondering why he's even trying to humor me. They think he will rip me apart since I don't "have a wolf." Seems like Stone threatened Ezra and the other men who
*QUINN* *QUINN* Not once did it ever occur to me that my mate would be a fucking white wolf. Not once did it occur to me that the very people who attacked us and spoke a different language that she would understand. Time seemed to meld together into one rolling monotonous reel in this pit of hell that was my mind since Ingrid became unconscious in the forest. The rage I felt towards the Rogues who attacked us just boiling under the surface, ready to come out and play if she didn't awaken soon. Torturing was getting us no where, none of the rogues could even speak. Every last one of them had their tongues ripped out to prevent leaking information I'm sure. And the beast who captured Ingrid had fully shifted back into a man, who had a suprisingly calm heartbeat for someone that was being beaten left and right. He keeps smiling at me every time I check in with Jackson, like he knows something I dont and he's just biding his time until it comes to light. Each time we locked eyes we we
*INGRID* *Ingrid* My head whips around to the man/beast that's behind me when he speaks. I don't even know how he got ahold of or how he forced me shift, one second I was viciously tearing into a rogue's throat and the next I was being lifted off the wolf by the fur on the back of my neck that started disappearing while my body was forced back into human form. I look up and catch Quinn's gaze as he's shifting. The rest of our pack warriors have joined him in staring at us, just waiting on the order from their alpha to tear the rogues to shreads. I can see the barley contained fury on Quinn's face, and worse: fear. Mindlinking Beta Jackson I repeat the mantra that I've been telling myself for days on end when I thought it would be Stone that attacked our pack, 'Whatever happens to me you do not let our pack fall. I know Quinn can survive if I die, but the pack will parrish if he does. This is my dying wish.' I lift my gaze to Beta Jackson after I close the mind link and see dete
*Quinn* I'm already at least 100 yards away when the aganozied scream rips through her throat. Before I even have time to comprehend whats happening to Ingrid her wolf is blowing past me and headed straight into the forest towards the fight. "INGRID!" My shout contorts in my throat, emerging as an imhuman roar. The One thing I never mentioned to her was the the white wolves were warriors for their packs to their very core. If a pack member was in trouble and called for help the white wolves would lay down their life to protect them. But I never thought we would be in this situation, I've almost trippled patrols in the past month so we would never be put in this situation. I also didn't know if this particular bit of information was true. Turns out it is and its a hell of a time for the fucking warrior princess to come out and try to play. And Ingrid? She has no idea why Jules pushed so hard to get out and I'm sure they are both fucking terrified of what just happened. The warrior i
*INGRID* It's like I've completely forgotten how to breathe. This wired like electricity has taken over my body and it's trying to hold me prisoner. Nothing I can do will make it fade. I can't take all of the lingering looks any longer, I can feel eyes on me everywhere I go and I'm tired of feeling like a freak. Tired of feeling like I don't belong in the shifter world, but goddess knows I don't belong in the human world either. During my scarce encounters with the humans they were volatile. But as far as I know, I'm the only white wolf anyone has ever seen. The stories orginated from the ancient wolves, apparently white wolves were the first born of our kind. Directly descended from Lycaon and his sons, but they died out like a over a thousand years ago so I'm technically not possible. Quinn thinks my powers are from the druids and whatever spell they used to turn the women into mates for Lycaon and his sons. Whatever I have I don't think the shadow that lurks wants to be used f
*Quinn* As more time rolls on I can visibly see Ingrid growing more tense. She's watching, waiting, worried that Stone is coming for her. Worried that he's going to hurt the pack. I know she feels guilty for coming here because it seems like she put us all in danger, but what she fails to realize is any one of our pack members would gladly give up their lives to protect our Luna. She's my mate, but she has yet to see what that even entails. The most she interacts with people is during training, and even that's a slim encounter. I know she's scared of what comes with being a white wolf, of the icy chill that follows her shadow. Our council isn't even sure of what her ability means. She's been fighting our mating bond every step of the way, building up a fortress so high around her that it's almost impossible for someone to scale the walls and get inside. Almost, but not entirely impossible. If anyone can beat down her defense system and crawl their way inside, it's gonna be me. I
*Ingrid* The longer I'm here with the Grey Ridge Pack the more on edge my body becomes. I know Ezra said it wouldn't be the last time I saw him, even Quinn said that they would definitely be coming back for me. But we've yet to see any sign of the men who chased me or my old pack, and the full moon has come and gone with another fast approaching. Quinn has doubled up on security and everyone old enough that has a wolf has been included in training just in case they come into contact with someone while they are on patrolling duty. While the training has been kicking my ass, I had no idea how to fight before coming here. Stone kept me out of every activity within the pack. Now I have training in human form every morning, and I'm wolf form on thursdays with Quinn being my sparing partner everyday. No one has voiced their opinions but I know they are scared of me and whats to come. I can see it all over there faces.. It's been over a month since I ran from Stone, and a part of me wishe
*Quinn* Every piece of research I've come across hasn't brought me any closer into figuring out where Ingrid really comes from. There's absolutley nothing along the lines of missing children from the year that she was born that look even remotley like Ingrid, no adoptions records, and no records of her being born into the Black Ridge Pack. The story that Ingrid has been told her whole life was that her mother Laura died giving birth to her, but the records indicate that Laura died in a rogue attack two years before Ingrid was even born. Her Alpha and father have hidden and lied to her about every aspect of her life, including about Jules being sick. When I told Ingrid the possibility of them drugging her because of her wolf being different I could see everything shifting into place in her mind. I don't think she could actually fathom before that her father would willingly maliciously hurt her. Stone had told her that Jules was sick and the injections were to keep them both safe, b