Noah raced to infirmary, numbing the pain permeating his chest at the thought of the mate he'd never been able to protect- for all his title and land, he was helpless. That didn't mean the rest of his pack and Selene's had to suffer. Spurring into action, pack first- always. Vanessa wouldn't want him to be with her and regret not being of use to his own soldiers, broken and beaten, especially the young ones who looked lost. They have never seen blood-shed before. Not at this scale. "Where's Vanessa?" Jodie never halted for a second. She helped the medics and the nurses set up supply table, evaluate the wounds and intervene in case of serious injuries. One of the wolve's had suffered an internal bleeding in her brain, it was swelling, waiting for a hamerrohage to occur. Noah realised the only way to help her was to actualize the energy they shared with mind shields, again, something Vanessa had taught him. The wolf shields and mind link not only protected them from thought-reading but
Three hours later"Are we prepared if he comes back?" Evan was helping Noah clean his ears, the bleeding had stopped completely, progress slower with the added stress of helping others. They had stabilized every single injured person. Took a count of fallen soldier- five now. "He is not coming back. Salazar has him caged. He'll be on the run." Rhys walked in with a beer keg. Evan whistled."Seems like a lifetime ago since I had a drink." And it was true to an extent, while everyone had time to prepare for the battle, Rhys had been on his feet for thirty six hour striaght. "Dont give me one." Noah wanted to run to the woman who was the heart of him. He felt hollow without her. Evan cracked one open."He's whipped. Dont expect any more manliness from him." Evan sniggered.Rhys was about to make another comeback when they all straightened. Selene had walked in unannounced. Worst for the weary, no one had smelled her. "We need an inventory of damages. ASAP. The rotation watch is empty
Whole forty eight hours later, everyone sagged with relief. Nora had to believe that. Because she knew she did. Just then, the door to Noah's office tore open. Forcefully enough to ricochet off the adjacent wall. She was in an adjoining room, while Noah was in New York arranging to return here-with Vanessa. The interim relief of bare thirty seconds, was shot out of the equation when her wolf realized it was the cat bursting down office doors. He was probably here to talk to Mikhail, who had conveniently moved with Beatrice to older Abel's house because he didn't want to face Nora yet. She understood, abstractly knew the reasons, but it hurt to be punished for the crimes of her father. When being an innocent bystander had felt like a crime in itself. Eyes wild, the damn panther narrowed them to slits, she felt like he was mentally ticking off imperfections in her appearance. "Why isn't Mikhail here?" Okay then, the civil small talk can go dump itself in the garbage bin."He wanted t
He begrudgingly admitted nudity was her last preserve right now. She shifted but did a very poor job of hiding herself, the swell of her ass, small and pert with tan lines- he groaned- held his attention. Until he moved it to her shoulder. Stripes, more stripes of red, white, yellow, blue. What the fuck was it? How did she get bruises this bad? Before he could ask, she begged for a clothing. Anything he might have. He stripped off his shirt and threw it to her. She scrambled into it like she was on fire. No more inadvertent strip show, his cat saddened by the perspectiveShe knew what he was going to ask. It was always there, in the manner people stood, slightly skewed, uncomfortable of her reaction even before she had reacted. Scars. He had seen them. And she knew he won't let it go. "You aren't going anywhere until you answer me." Lonely, she wanted to be with her own kind after being denied association for so long. Walter Desmond's death made her breath for the first time, free
Vanessa shuffled inside her closet, her claustrophobia all but gone. She was done packing but not ready to head back home. Things felt so incomplete. In past two days, she had tried to access Calvin's mind but had failed. When all of them, Selene, Falkner, Silas, Noah, Evan and Jodie convene for finalizing border control policies she had to tell them. She wanted everyone to know there were others like her, the Communion will want a hard proof. "Come in." She knew it was Evan. "Hii. I am resigning. Consider this official." He had been in a jolly good mood, he always was when he worked on secret plans but this time, Vanessa knew it was about Jodie. His mind was a back to back movie night on weekends, filled with lewd imagery of things he'd like to do to her.The powers did have it's shortcomings. "Resigning?" His shields were up. "Yes." Evan folded his legs, sat on the newly purchased futon, which Noah had gifted Vanessa because she liked to sleep on the floor. Bed after thirty six
Home.The black villa doors opened to reveal the place she had thought would save her from the mountain of debt she had buried herself under. The debt was the answer she had been waiting for, and apparently so was Silas. Greggory Flynn, she had kept his ashes in a thurible, had never given her complete answers. They arrived, to find Mikhail, Beatrice and Rourke waiting for them in the foyer. Vanessa was searching for Mrs.Kemp and her cupcake smelling apron. Beatrice looked healthier but the awkward distance between her and Mikhail didn't go unnoticed by anyone. "This here, little heathen, has more body count than me, brother. What do you say to that?" Evan dragged Vanessa from under Noah's arm to his side, strangling her in a side hug. Vanessa was beyond grateful. She didn't know how to break ice with Mikhail. The last time he had her tied to a chair in the basement, he had his reasons but that didn't make it okay. She didn't know where to go with him from here. She loved Noah but
"I am sorry I made you feel unwelcome. Consider this an apology." He kissed her knuckles, a small key pressed to her palm, the soft crinkle of paper-a note. She couldn't read his thoughts anymore. But he walked away with a purpose. Dusk clambered in the Nebraska, the summer of dragging afternoons fast learning to evade the gossamery warmth for autumn seeping in sycamore trees, yellow golden leaves ready to replace the greens. Beyond the moonbeam dancing stream, stood two peaks, protecting the land from the unknowns, so many unknowns. The peaks, they are not exultant, and they no longer believe themselves to be the instrument of some great intention. They are, but a shadow of those living beings looking up at them, creatures grasping at life with stained hands. Waiting. Hoping. Vanessa hid her gasp, swallowing the thick ball of emotion in her throat. A heavy weight ruffled the decidous low hanging branches in the trees but she didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Her soul
When he threw up his shields, she was back in front of him. Tonight, there was no leash. She wanted to play, he'll abide. The wolf bared its teeth.... She shot out with a grin. Adrenaline shot through her, she was nowhere near as fast as him. But she could read his thought clear as a bright sunny day. Apart from the high of the chase, she was humbled by the trust. He lowered his shields to nil and let her in. She had yet to do that.He was getting closer, the wolf didn't try to hide the heavy breathing, his massive lungs resounding in warning because he wanted her to know when he was near. Claws out, canines protruding, Noah was no longer human. Not a single part of him. Heart raising hard and fast, she sharpened her run into the direction of lower range, a steep one her much smaller body could maintain running at. Noah's much larger frame would tumble at this speed, so he pulled out an old trick. He laid down and rolled like a barrel. Laughter bubbled inside of her. 'Nice trick.'