Sebastian
I stand in the foyer, watching as the car pulls away. I know that what I’ve done will cause problems, but it has to be this way, even if Dez and my father don’t understand the situation. I will have to speak with both of them eventually, and neither of those conversations will be pleasant.
I hear the sound of hurried footsteps behind me and realize one of those conversations will be happening a lot more quickly than I previously realized.
“Sebastian!” my cousin shouts as he practically skids to a stop in front of me, his shoes not quite appropriate for the marble floor. “What the hell are you thinking?”
“I’m sorry, Dez,” I say, my hands up as I try to explain. “I had no choice.&r
AriaRuby is flying across the open ground, her claws digging into the soft earth and flipping out chunks of grass and dirt with each step. She doesn’t slow for anything. Not large boulders in our way, babbling brooks or wider streams, not even a sharp incline now and again. She runs on, for hours, and when the sun begins to drop below the horizon, I know we have transitioned out of the forests of the north into the mountainous areas further south. If we keep going and actually make it to our homeland, we will be in an area similar to the forest we have just left, but in the south it is swampier. The forests are in the wetlands. I am looking forward to being back home, but it’s too early for me to assume we’ll make it safely. We have a long way to go, and I am fairly certain we’ll be crossing into other pack territories, and there’s a good chance we&rsqu
AriaRuby doesn’t stop running. She just keeps moving, all through the evening, into the night. By the time she finally finds a place to hunker down for a few hours of sleep, the sun is beginning to rise above the horizon in the distance.It is a smart move, one I cannot fault her for. This way, the night patrols of wolves, the ones we’ve heard howling off in the distance for hours, will be home or in their offices working, like Sebastian will be. I picture him, sitting behind his desk in a suit, looking as handsome as ever, maybe nervously tapping his pen as he wonders what happened to me. He’s probably running interference with his father, trying to convince him it’s not worth it to come after me, that there’s no reason to worry about any agreement he had with my parents since they’re dead.
Aria“Who are you?”The questions comes to me through the mind-link as Ruby and I determine whether to run from the wolf standing on the hill next to the ruins of my previous home or if we can trust this person. Ruby takes a hesitant step forward, and as he steps further into the light of the moon, I see his face.“Tomas?” I ask, shocked to see my father’s best friend standing before me.His furry face softens as he recognizes my voice, and then, when he can see Ruby’s red fur, he is a wolf with a jovial grin on his face. He runs to me. “Ruby--Aria! It’s you!”“It’s us,” I say back to him as Ruby puts all of her remaining stre
SebastianEventually, my escorts drop off, one by one, leaving me to return to their homes or whatever else they have to worry about. I am clearly not a threat, and as I cross into other pack lands, I likely fall out of their minds. With any luck, they will alert the other packs ahead of me that I seem to be just crossing through, and as I make my way closer to Aria, I will be unharassed.Flint runs as far as he can before he finally finds a place to settle, mid-afternoon of our second day. He is exhausted, and other than a few sips of water from fresh streams we’ve crossed and a rabbit that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, we haven’t had water or food.I don’t care, though. I am more focused on finding Aria than anything else.
AriaMaria’s words stick me throughout the meal and as I try to sleep in a bed in the large pack house, surrounded by people I haven’t seen in months. I’ve learned that they’ve been surviving here on whatever they can find in the forest and the few supplies they were able to salvage from the village. It’s hard for me to think that anyone has had a tougher time than I did myself since our home was attacked, but it seems like I’ve been mistaken.Sleep isn’t coming, despite how exhausted I am. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, listening to others in the room snore and shift around on the narrow beds. I didn’t ask where the supplies to build this place came from or the furnishings, but I imagine some of my packmates have taken jobs in one of the nearby human cities and are sending back money.
Aria I can’t believe Sebastian is here, that he came all of this way, for me. As soon as I see him standing there, exhausted, covered in dirt from the forest, but looking unbelievable in only a pair of shorts, I want to launch myself at him, to bury my head in his muscular chest and feel his strong arms around me. But I can’t do that. The fact that he’s here is touching, but it makes no sense. “What do you mean love isn’t enough?” Sebastian asks in response to my comment. “Of course it is. Aria, we will make this work. No matter what.” I am touched that he thinks that’s possible, but I am so confused. I have so many questions. “Why don’t you come back to the pack house, take a shower, get cleaned up, and then we’ll talk?” I ask him. “You’ve got to be exhausted.”
AriaI need to speak to the rest of my packmates. They need to know the importance of us standing up to Wilkes. As much as I’ve wanted to blame Kurts for the death of my parents, Sebastian has helped me to see that it wasn’t his family pack after all. Now, it’s time to make the true culprits pay for the barbaric acts they’ve committed and tried to blame on someone else.We go back to the pack house, Sebastian’s hand in mine. Expressions on the others’ faces tell me everything. It seems everyone’s awoken to see what’s going on, and the elders are looking at him leerily. The younger pack members look at him with wonder, like he is a unicorn or a rainbow, something they rarely see--the son of a rival Alpha.“Tomas,” I say, “this is
SebastianMy body wants to stay in bed, even though my mind is fully awake and ready to go as soon as the sun comes up, just hours after I collapsed on this cot. I look around the room, the light filtering through thin blinds revealing that most of the cots are still occupied. A few are empty, and I suppose those early risers have first patrol or are preparing breakfast for the pack, that sort of thing. I wonder how many of them were up when I came in last night. Are they as exhausted as I am?My eyes fall on Aria, who is still sleeping, but she has a V between her eyebrows, so I know she is not sleeping soundly. I imagine she’s dreaming, probably of something dark and tortuous. I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didn’t wake her.Tha