~Sebastian~
Nickolai’s knee has been bouncing from the moment I sat down. The relentless tapping and his clenched jaw give away not only his anger but his anxiety. He is worried about the outcome, not that I’m surprised. That’s who he is. When he cares, he cares fully. He glances my way for a minute with a sad frown before looking back at Alpha Jameson, who has yet to move.
Alpha’s eyes are heavy with disappointment, but after a minute he leans back in his chair and rakes his hands through his hair, leaving it in complete disarray, and scrubs his face with his palm. He assesses me from his new sitting position before exhaling his breath.
“Fucking hell, Seb.” He mutters. “I don’t even know where to start.”
I watch him in silence. I know the honorable thing for me to do is beg for forgiveness, say it won’t happen again, and ask to be sent on the
~Wren~“I need to know more about Waylon and his hand in everything,” I say, dragging a chair over to the side of Avi’s bed once the healer leaves the room. His eyes droop sleepily, but he gives his head a rough shake and blinks a few times.“Uh. Well. I don’t really know much. Just that they wanted me executed after Freesa told them I was a part of your—let’s see, how did they phrase it?–‘Futile attempt to take over the pack’?” He smirks and I throw my head back, laughing.Yeah, I suppose the thought must have occurred to Alden that I would want to take over the pack. Why else would someone want to usurp him? He is so wrapped up in himself and his own jackass world that he can’t imagine how shitty it’s been for everyone else. Though it had to have pissed him off a little, knowing that the rebel cause was led by a young female werewolf
After watching Seb leave with Ranger–yes, I watched him jog off until I couldn’t see him anymore. What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t stare at my man’s fabulous ass as he leaves me?—I found myself in search of food and something to bring back for Avi to eat when he wakes up.I swear the kitchen in this packhouse has secret faeries who are incapable of letting a single item be out of stock. I grab a few packets of muffins, cheese, and jerky sticks and decide that maybe a banana or five will be good for my sore muscles. Tank told me it helps with lactic acid build-up. This means nothing to me, but I nodded my head like I was smart and educated, even though I never attended school beyond middle school.I can feel a presence watching me, another sense I developed as a kid. Though I can’t place the scent, the hint of jasmine and citrus dance around me. I find it oddly calming. Like my frayed ne
~Sebastian~Apparently, Nickolai decided he needed to escort us to the border. Normally I would be fine with such a situation, but with his cold shoulder and Ranger looking between the two of us like we are in a lovers’ quarrel, I’m over it. I have received my punishment with dignity and honor, knowing full well this could easily turn into a death sentence. His cold shoulder when he insisted on coming is frustrating.“Speak your mind Nickolai,” I say as we close in on the borderline.He chuckles softly and shakes his head.“I’m not sure you want to know what’s on my mind.” He says with a scowl.“Then why did you come along?” I ask him, raising a brow. “You are going to miss me, so you felt the need to come be angry in my presence?” I’m goading him. I know that, but I’m beyond caring. He has things he wants to get off his chest. I can see it in his eyes. He just needs a little
The caves are within eyesight, though if I had to guess we have another hour before we actually get to them. A crack of thunder vibrates through the ground beneath my feet and Ranger growls in anger. The clouds settle in as the sun falls and disappears behind the rocky structure of the mountain we are traveling along. Large droplets of water descend from the sky like rapid-fire machine guns. Each resounding plop is a reminder of how much more difficult our trip is now going to be. In a matter of minutes, water is dripping off the tip of my nose and I’m pushing my hair out of my face so often I may be forcing a new habit on myself. “This is your fucking fault,” Ranger mutters. “Please enlighten me,” I grumble back, slipping on a rock, barely catching myself. We spent most of our trip in wolf form, only shifting back because we were so close. “Shit seems to go sideways with you lately. The treaty mission went to shit. You break an Alpha order.” “Wasn’t an order for me.” I remind hi
~Wren~Jade is propped up against the headboard of my bed, flipping through a book. She glances up briefly before closing it and setting it to the side as she watches me closely. I have always tried to hide my emotions and put on a stoic face, and sometimes, I can be successful when the dire need arises, but right now, I can tell I’m failing. My mind reels from the truth that just unfolded itself in my lap. I don’t know how to process the information or what to do with it.“You seem… tense,” Jade says, treading lightly.“We need to leave immediately,” I say, ignoring her, choosing to thrust myself into other problems. There is no time to think about the secrets I know about my mate and can’t share with him. I have no time to waste to get where I need to be before everything comes tumbling down.I move to my closet, pulling out two spare pants, a spare se
Jade and I stare down at Nickolai and Tank, offering them a small victorious wave before we turn our backs. The thought of being out in the open is unsettling, so I move for the tree line to my left, remembering the two rogues who stood in the shadows of these trees after tossing me supplies to help Sebastian. They didn’t have to help, yet they put themselves in danger to give me medicines to help stave off infection. “Do you know where you are going?” Jade asks. “Uh, not really. I’m just kind of relying on instinct here.” I admit, pushing a branch full of leaves from my face. “I thought you knew where we were going.” She says, sounding mildly accusatory. “I know where we are supposed to be. Getting there is something that might be a little difficult.” I admit. She sighs beside me. I assume she is regretting her decision to come along with me now. “And exactl
The world around me seems like a damn right kerfuffle. The child is screaming bloody murder as a fist lands square in my jaw. Tears brim my eyes as I try to gain my bearings. My fingers grab frantically for anything it can cling to. The moment I latch on, I pull the person toward me, hoping to pull them off balance as I draw my legs up. Without clear vision, I plant my feet on what I hope is a torso and not just one leg and I heave, grunting with pained effort as I throw the person off me. A hand grabs mine and yanks me up, placing their hands on my shoulder and spinning me. My vision slowly bleeds back to me through the wetness of my own tears, and I focus on the woman in front of me and the man to her right. To their right lays a dead wolf, its eyes still open and blank. The little boy has dragged himself to a tree further off, covering his face and begging for death. “Which one of you assholes hit me?” I growl. “That would be the tall asshole,” Jade announces beside me, indicatin
~Sebastian~It took all of three minutes for us to eliminate the threat in the cave. Thankfully, we had the wolves outnumbered, seven to five. I didn’t even have time to take one out myself. As it turns out, our allies were tired of being cooped up, and a fight had been exactly what they needed to get their moods turned around.Luna Cynthia had a lot of pent-up rage to take out since her mate’s untimely death and holy shit. Is she scary? I have fought my fair share of rogues or random idiots who dare try to fight with our pack in the past, but never have I come across a woman with so much anger in her. In the calm flickering of the fire, she looks docile, almost innocent as she shrouds herself in silence, listening to the buzz of excitement from the fight. But she is anything but that.“Are all the Thundering Comet pack warriors so weak?” Alpha Kaïs asks, walking back towards us after tossi
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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