~Wren~
The remaining disappointed rebels filter out of our makeshift headquarters. We have been waiting for the fallout all day, just hoping to hear the news that war has been declared. But nothing happened. Every pack member goes about their normal day. Milling about and laughing like life here isn’t as terrible for them as it is for the rest of us.
“Why do you think they even wanted the treaty?” Avi asks once. It’s just us. He takes his sunglasses off and saunters over to me, opting to pluck the treaty from my hands and look over the contents.
I shrug. “You’re the educated one of the two of us. I could barely make out half the stupid words.” I mumble angrily.
Avi groans in annoyance. “Wren, for the last fucking time, you aren’t stupid because you aren’t an excellent reader. You are a genius with planning. You have more common sense than half the alphas…”
I groan and rub my temple. “Ok, you can stop now.
Sebastian clears his throat, his eyes staying locked on mine like a true gentleman, not trying to take a peek. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or offended by his lack of perusal of my naked body, but either way, I drop to the ground and grab my towel, clutching it to my chest. I try to swallow down my embarrassment with the reminder that he didn’t see any of me, but again, the thought crosses my mind that maybe I want him to be attracted to me. “Get dressed. We have some things to discuss.” He grumbles as he turns his back to me, affording me a small semblance of privacy to change. Unfortunately, my room is tiny and Sebastian is the size of a monument erected to praise someone in a park which means that he is, of course, directly next to where all my clothing lies, not by choice mind you, merely because there is literally nowhere else for his massive body to be. I stomp my way to his side and yank my drawers open, grabbing the first items I can get my hands up before slamming it clos
~Sebastian~“What do you mean by that?” She breathes, snapping her head at me.She is always guarded, shut off, or trying to keep emotions from her face, from her voice. Except for right now. Her voice is sturdy and full of questions, but her eyes tell me she is full of fear and dread. I have an inkling why she wants this war to take place. What I don’t get is the urgency.“Your alpha never showed up for the meeting, so they rescheduled it.” I watch her closely, trying to read between the line and the coolness she is trying to emit.“So he doesn’t know that the treaty is missing.” She says more to herself than to me, but I nod, anyway.“Birdie, if there is a reason big enough for us not to go into an alliance with this pack, I need to know.”She chuckles dryly.“Why would you care? You guys want a treaty
Nickolai paces across the worn carpet in front of me, his hands raking through his hair as if hidden inside his dark blond locks, is the key to all this shit going down. He is going to be sorely disappointed when he finally stops and looks at me, still not having an answer. I should interrupt him and tell him to sit down and shut up while I talk and tell him what he already knows, but I don’t. My mind keeps traveling back to that completely unplanned and unnecessary kiss. “Why are people following her?” He finally stops and saves me from my mind. “There is a lot she hasn’t told you,” I frown. “I know she isn’t some innocent guide, Seb. Give me some credit. I’m not a moron.” I smirk at him. “She leads a group of local rebels. I would guess that they are on to her or something along those lines.” Nickolai’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Leave it to me to fall for a rebel. “ His words hit me hard. The truth of his admission makes m
~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me. After Sebastian left, I realized I forgot dad’s meds, and his soft sobbing had filtered through our paper-thin walls, reminding me I needed to take care of him. No one else would, and if I need him strong enough to withstand the rejection, I’m certain he will want once he realizes what mom has been up to. I need to keep him in prime condition. I expected to get in trouble tonight, breaking in once again to the pharmacy for the meds and herbs he needs. What I didn’t expect was to be snatched by the people following me. I mean yeah; I knew I was being followed, that Alden had even come to supervise once, so clearly I was on their radar. But I don’t know how I got there, or why. What we do is so small in the scheme of things. We a
Waylon steps into the room after Alden exits, watching me with his stupid, sympathetic eyes. With the shake of his head, I know he is disappointed, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck. He’s not why I’m feeling racked with guilt. No, my father is. They will completely rip everything he has ever loved from him. Because of me. My execution will kill him. The proverbial nail in the coffin lid sealing his fate as much as I have sealed my own. But then again, did I really have a choice? Not only had Alden used his alpha’s voice, but I was raised to be strong where others couldn’t be. To stand my ground like my father had, no matter the consequences. And I still have Avi. I know he will take care of my dad for me. Maybe Avi could just tell him I had got out. I finally left. That would make him proud and not depressed. Right? A heavy dread rolls over me. I should have kept my hot head cool. I should have found a different word instead of picking up the new word I learned from the peace
~Sebastian~My hands twitch as they tangle into her soft auburn hair, pulling her hard against my lips. The way she melds with me feels so right it’s hard to convince myself this is all for show. But when she whimpers in pain at my lips, a menacing growl rips from me and I pull back, looking into her eyes that try to mask the pain and confusion she is feeling. Reluctantly, I pull my hands from her hair, worried that I somehow hurt her. Shit, I got caught up in the moment. I’m not a gentleman. I’m too big and brazen for my own good.My gloved hand runs along her cheeks and down to her jaw with gentle ease, where she whimpers again. My blood boils as I zero in on the bruises on her jawbone, the ones that are healing even as we speak but look like someone gripped her face with far too much force.“She’s injured,” I snarl, my eyes fiery when they land on an unbothered Alden.
The moment we hit the tree line I already have my shirt off with my hands on my jeans’ button, spinning to find Nickolai frowning at me as he runs my way all the while Wren’s eyes are glued to my tattooed chest. A pink flush runs up her pale cheeks and I can’t stop the knowing grin that finds its way to my lips. She swallows hard before finding a tree to step behind while we all strip down. “Toss your clothes out and I’ll shove them in this bag.” Tank says collecting all our clothes quickly after producing a packing bag the size of a wallet that opens up to be bigger than a woman’s purse. “Did you steal that from Luna?” I ask, raising a brow. Before shifting into my wolf. “Fuck you.” Tank mumbles before shifting into his sandy-colored wolf and collecting the bag in his mouth. Nickolai steps over to me in his gray wolf form, while we wait on Wren to finally reveal herself. She moves from around the tree, her smaller wolf looking near dwarfish to ours. We are big even for the male
Mayhem. Complete and utter mayhem. Tank is in the water thrashing around trying to get a wolf off of his back while others move forward, lying in wait for the right moment to attack. It seems like the whole scouting party is here, which means I only have to kill a few and the others will take off with their tails between their legs. I shuck my jeans, not bothering with my shirt as I shift into my enormous wolf and join the fray. Tank growls in gratitude when I bound over him, latching onto the wolf tearing at his shoulders, and taking him with me. I launch him into the nearest tree base, not even bothering to glance at the wolf again, knowing that the sick sound his bones made is enough to keep him down for at least an hour. A light gray wolf snarls at me and I take my rightful place next to Tank, preparing for more. Sure enough, the remaining five wolves leap forward, trying to overrun us. A formidable warrior can take on three wolves at once. But there is nothing formidable about
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“Leo,” I breathe. “Where are–”“Addy and Grandma are safe. I can’t leave you, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad, but I can’t let anyone hurt you, Mom.” I’m sobbing as I want to reach out and try to grab and shelter my poor sweet boy who has grown into such a sweet little man. At freshly twelve he has been training for the past two years so he can be strong enough to protect himself. We should have known he was doing it to protect us. One day, he will make the best alpha of this pack.A lanky man steps into the doorway and Leo shifts his weight to his back foot, preparing for battle. My heart is in my throat as I watch the man lunge with a growl toward my son. I fell off the bed, trying to protect him. Leo is so graceful in his movements as he glides out of the way and drags a dagger along the man’s back. As long as the man doesn’t shift into a wolf, Leo might be able to hold his own. His cut isn’t deep, but it’s a strike that makes the man bleed. He growls in annoyance and then chuckles as he
*** THREE AND A HALF YEARS LATER***~Wren~“You really should sit down,” Jade says, following me as I pace the carpet, my dress flowing around behind me. Seb has been gone for three days, and those three days have been atrocious. He is further than the mate bond can extend, so my mind has been hollow and lonely. It also doesn’t help that my hormones are raging and my mate is fighting in a battle on the other side of Nickolai’s pack.“No” I shake my head. “No,” I repeat, more sternly, tears welling in my eyes. I groan in frustration at the stupid tears that seem to come unbidden all the damn time lately. “Luna, you will walk yourself into labor before Alpha can get his ass back here,” Jade says, rubbing my back and giving me a sympathetic look.I want to slap the sympathy off her face. The person who should rub my back is my mate. He should be here next to me as I try to make this baby come. But no. He has to be a hands-on alpha and lead his troops himself. I used to think it was sex
The musty, cool air of the dungeons clings to me as we come up to the prisoners we captured weeks ago. Half the men are anxiously waiting at the bars while the rest lean on the walls or stare out the bar window. Most of the men are on the younger side, a few even looking closer to Nickolai’s young age of eighteen. When they notice me coming in with Tank, they all straighten up and glance at each other nervously. These ten men are not the only prisoners we collected that night. In fact, they are only a small portion of the number of warriors we were able to round up. I don’t think killing the others would be wise, but letting them go is not an option, so instead, we house them here providing the essentials to survive without having an entertaining life. “Alpha,” they greet me in unison, as though they have been rehearsing for days. I shoot a look at Tank, who is trying not to laugh. “I hear you all wished to speak with me. Spit it out so I can move along to other important matters.”
~Sebastian~“How is she?” Nickolai asks through the receiver. I pinch the bridge of my nose, remembering Wren’s beautiful speech and the tears that wet her cheeks. There is no way to erase the hurt in her eyes and the ache that she feels so keenly at her father’s death, but she had been perfect, stunning, so perfectly Wren. “As good as can be expected.” I sigh.“Good. I’m sorry I missed it.” I can hear the disappointment in his voice, but we all understand that he has duties to tend to. “When is your ceremony?” I ask him.“Two days.”We sit in silence for a minute, each of us waiting for the other to speak first. I know Nickolai hates I can’t be there for his Alpha ceremony. And it’s not that we don’t want to be there, it’s just that the timing simply doesn’t work for me and Wren. Or anyone in the werewolf community, since there is a war that is resulting in higher death tolls daily. Especially in our allies’ packs lately. “Look, I know you wanted us to be there…”“I get it, Seb.
“Things have been tense for the past few weeks. Your lives have been turned upside down, you have a new Alpha and Luna and we are in a war to defend what we know is right. But today isn’t about any of that. Today, we are all the same. We are a pack mourning our losses and the people we loved.” He looks down at me and I know he wants me to take over. “For as long as I can remember, life in this pack was full of tension and fear. It always felt like we were living half a life. The men and women on this memorial fought and died for what they believed in. They fought for their loved ones and for you and me. I’m not sure how many of you remember my dad, who he was, and what happened to him after they took my mother from his side, from me.” My eyes look over at my mother, who is watching me closely. “He died saving me,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Like so many others, he was sick most of my life. Constantly trying to be the only parent and provider while being denied the ability to work
~Wren~The marble slabs glitter as the sun beams down as if a beacon on the dead. Highlighting their loss and what it means to us, our pack. I hate that we have two empty slabs. Two enormous gray and shiny hunks of empty rock are ready for the next names to be etched. It’s a sobering reminder that the dead are gone and the living will always follow. How we go and when we go isn’t up to us. Life is fragile and fleeting. All the living can do once the ones we love have left, is keep them alive in our minds and heart. Originally, the entire area was going to be a meadow of wildflowers, something we give back to the earth, and in return, she would bring us beauty to console our aching hearts. But growing such things takes time–time we didn’t really have. So Sebastian and Tank suggested we plant some annual flowers and then next year we will prepare the ground for the wildflowers. Tank even said we should add some benches and stone walkways so people can come and reminisce with the people
~Sebastian~I stand from my desk, checking the clock and groaning when I realize it's two in the morning. It’s been a week since Nickolai left and today is Wren’s fathers memorial. She has done a great job of avoiding the thought by occupying her time with planning and Leo. Today could go one of many ways and I’m going to need as much sleep as I can muster if I have to hold her while she cries. It’s my least favorite feeling in the world, knowing I can’t do anything to ease her pain. But at least this is a pain I can try to comfort. The very thought of her curling into my body as I settle in the bed spurs me to move faster as I hustle out of my office. I make my way up the stairs leading to our room and push the door open, Inhaling deeply. I used to foolishly think the best smell in the world was Wren’s. Now I know it’s our combined scent. The perfect balance of the two of us that is both calming and inviting. I close the door gently behind me, grimacing as the door latches. I move
I give Nickolai a tight hug, clinging to him tightly as he squeezes me back. When I pull away, his hands run down my arms, stopping at my wrist where he looks for a moment and shakes his head. “Does it weird you out?” I ask him, my lips twitching into a soft smile as he flounders with how to respond without hurting my feelings. I know it creeps him out. When he first saw it, it was all he could look at.“It shouldn’t.” He admits, “But It is definitely a little weird.”“Try having it be your hand,” I say with a chuckle.“They couldn’t… like… put it back on or something?” His question isn’t malicious or ill-willed, more of a curiosity. The werewolf's body is strange and amazing with its healing properties, but even healers struggle to keep up with what the body is capable of.“I know in the human world they would have sewn it back on if the cut was clean.” I shrug. “But it was chewed off and after the fight, as I’m sure you remember, my hand wasn’t the only appendage littering the grou