~Wren~ We left three days ago, after the first day and the beginning of the second day, It’s fair to assume I will die of exhaustion. Every single part of me aches and screams for a break longer than a few hours, and I mean every part. The hair on my headaches down to the tiny skin molecules on my feet, or, well, currently, my paws. We are all covered in dirt, but none of that seems to bother the guys, which only drives me even more crazy. Because they all smell pretty terrible, along with me, but, damn, they are getting a little grody. It’s near impossible not scrunching my nose in distaste when Nickolai wants to hug me or sidle up next to me. I should just tell him to back off until he smells like himself, but… let’s be honest, his smell isn’t the only thing that wants me to keep my distance from him. He has all but pissed on my leg to lay claim to me as his. Nickolai trots beside me as we try once more to find any way through the growing forces at the border of their pack lands
“You don’t feel it” My voice quivers. Oh holy shit, I’m such a moron. Of course, he doesn’t feel the magnetic pull I do. “I think you are afraid of good things because you have lived a shit life. Nickolai is good for you.” “And you…” “I’m not an option.” He says, standing quickly and grabbing the back of snacks. “Eat your food. You are tired and not thinking straight.” “That wasn’t what I was going to say…” I tell him with a scowl. Sebastian presses his lips together firmly in a straight line, just staring at me, waiting for me to elaborate. “I was going to say ‘And you think I’m Nickolai’s’” His jaw clenches as he glares off into the distance, probably paralyzing some poor squirrel with his angry stare. “Aren’t you?” His gaze swings to mine and I feel pinned in my spot. “I’m no one’s,” I sigh, using my hands to push myself up. “I make my own decisions. Don’t just assume that I am someone without asking me.” “I don’t care whose you are, Birdie. So long as you understand you wo
~Sebastian~ I probably should have kept my hands to myself, or at least kept my gloves on, but I don’t know what tomorrow holds for me. I wasn’t lying when I told Wren that there is some nasty shit coming today. Call it intuition or training, but I can feel it in my bones. The stillness and the distance this pack seems to keep. It’s not Alden’s pack, that much I’m sure of, which leaves only one other pack close enough to get in position in the time they did. Thundering Comet pack. The most ruthless of the packs, aligning with whoever the highest bidder is and training their pack members to maim and then leave the injured for dead. And they are excellent at it. Which is why I have to make sure Wren and Nickolai make it through today. It’s not like I’m planning on dying today. I have no intentions of sacrificing myself if the need doesn’t arise, but I’d be a moron not to expect a fight that may very well be the end of me. It’s a part of who I am, my job. Protecting Nickolai has l
-Get Nicki and Wren out the way we planned!- I order Tank. I jump up from my crouching position, knowing full well I can’t outrun them in wolf form. There are branches I will need to reach for to launch myself over boulders too high for my wolf’s form to take on. This means I have to hall ass to the east to get these guys on my scent and after me enough to draw their attention. I leap over some upturned roots, zigzagging through the trees, being sure to touch almost everyone on the way past, hoping to leave my scent strong enough. The crashing of the brambles and branches behind me alerts me to just how much they know this area and how close they are. They had to have scouted the area well before we arrived because it sounds like they are chasing me in human form, which means they know well enough that they will need the use of hands and not paws. I should have anticipated it, known they were smart enough, but I had been holding on to that little strand of hope that now is long gone
~Wren~“Mate”My world spins on its axis as I stare at the dying man before me, the cold hard knife of reality gutting me once again. My mate. Sebastian is my mate, and he is lying here in a pool of his own blood. I have never in my life seen someone in such a condition. Sebastian’s once perfect muscles shredded as they lie exposed and gushing blood, trying to knit his flesh back together. A huge gash oozes above his ear and his eyes wane in and out of focus.“Seb!” I sob out loud, not caring if anyone hears me or comes back. My hands are holding fast to his cheeks, the only place where his flesh looks to be remaining intact as I gently give him another slap.“I need you to look at me, please.”His hand tries to move, to reach for me, but it fails, as the bulging muscles in his chest are bundled and broken. I reach for his hand, moving it to my cheek for him, letting him touc
“Twenty minutes, my ass,” I mutter under my breath. I can feel Sebastian’s large frame shaking in laughter. His muscular arm wrapped around my shoulders as he uses me like some walking stick. He had said it would be a twenty-minute walk to this magical cliff we would leap down and -poof- we’d be on Bright Star pack lands. Ok, it’s not a magical cliff. But right now it was feeling pretty damn elusive as we stumble on in search of it. For the past hour. It has officially taken three times longer than he said it would. “Hey, I’m injured. I could still die, and you’re over here complaining like I’m the one slowing you down. You could leave me.” “Don’t tempt me,” I mutter, pausing only to look up at him and regret it. “Are you sure you are okay?” He asks, the corners of his lips tipping down. “You’re kidding right?” I snort. “No, No I’m not ok! Sebastian, it is a million freaking degrees out here, I’m in a sweatshirt, half carrying a freaking mountain man and there is no end in sight
~Sebastian~ Every part of me aches and screams in pain, begging me to stop walking. To just lie down and let my body mend itself. I know I overdid it by making us take the longer route, but I couldn’t help it anymore. I can’t help these euphoric sparks that bloom with each brush of skin. My wolf and subconsciousness are both to blame, needing to be with her for a while. When it came down to getting out safely or coming to my aid, she came for me, and shit if that thought isn’t messing with my brain. She chose me. She could have done it because Nickolai had Tank and the two of them are formidable fighters. But for now, I’ll live in the fairytale that this woman under my arm, helping carry my weight, saved me in the heat of battle. I slide a glance down at her. Her hair looks almost red in the morning sunlight, as fiery as her spirit today. Full of snark and determination. Sweat beads from the sweltering heat, holding her hair hostage, gluing it to her perfect neck as she takes an an
Alpha Jameson paces the room they insisted I stay in. It’s far more lavish than what I’m accustomed to with its sweeping windows spanning the entire side of the room and enough space to house thirty warriors. Instead of my typical full-size bed, I’m being forced to lie in a king-sized, four-poster bed with gray linens. The only thing that is similar to my room is the color of the blankets I’m laying in. And hell, these linens are easily much finer than the ones I use. “Alpha, the healer is wrong. I will be available as early as tomorrow to head back out.” I assure him. Though I’m not the only spy we have in the warrior pack, I’m one of the best. A position that I could achieve only because Nickolai had helped to teach me how to use my brains as much as my brawns. Alpha Jameson stops in his tracks and swings his angry gaze at me. “You think that is what I’m upset about?” He scoffs. “I truly am fine, Alpha.” I sigh. “I have asked you time and time again to please just call me Jameso
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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