Helena passed a couple of guards at Chris’ apartment door. The explanation they gave her for their presence was to ensure that neither Chris nor Brian continued the violence. This was for their safety and for others.
This boggled her mind. Why do something this destructive in the first place? Another question she’d ask the Elders when the time came. Perhaps she should write them down?
She entered his apartment; the lighting was low, but she could see him lying on his back in the bed. The shadows made his face impossible to see.
Helena could see bruised flesh and healing scratches. She winced, knowing Brian put those injuries there. What did the witch make them
Helena entered her father’s study. She needed to change that point of reference. He’s gone, and this wasn’t his space anymore. That didn’t help the pang of hurt she felt in her heart. But right now, she could not work through that pain right now. Helena needed to sort this out and know what to expect from the twins when she did. What did the Elders think they would achieve and what would the fallout be for them? “There you are Wally. Now I need your help.” She moved into the room and firmly planted her hands on the desk. “Yes, Ma’am anything. What can I do for you?” Wally looked up from the laptop screen he was poking at.
Helena secluded herself in the breakfast room off of the kitchens. She closed the door as she listened to her cellphone ring. An elderly woman’s voice came onto the line. “Hello?” Helena had a personal connection to the Elders and right now, she was going to use it. She may fear them as a whole, but this one was different. “Aunty Mae. I need help and you’re the only one I can think of that will know the answers and might admit to them.” “Oh, you’re home now, are you, girl?” The older woman’s voice still held its strength after all her years on the earth. “Yes, and there’re problems here that I can only pl
Wally and Helena searched through the study and came up with nothing. Frustrated, they moved on to her parent’s apartment and began the search there through the large rooms of the suite. This was not something she would welcome. Not since they chose his clothes for the funeral. No one had entered it. Helena would be the first to admit there hadn’t been time and emotionally, she wasn’t ready to deal with all the memories. When she’d gone into his closet, her mother’s things still hung there for her like she was dead, either. But she promised herself she’d get to it as soon as this was all over. They started their search in the obvious locations like the bookcase and nightstand. But there was nothing. However, Wally picked up a cut from a knife that’d been hidden inside a nightstand. Helena kn
“Okay, I’m here. What is going on? Why won’t you tell me over the phone?” Jillian found Helena hiding away in the breakfast nook. “Close the door and sit. There’s a pot of coffee on the table. This is crazy. You know why we came back. The council pulled another one of their games and this one really backfired.” Helena took a seat across from Jillian and cradled a mug of her own. “Yeah, but I thought you just needed to wait for them to wake up.” “Oh, they woke up, but they aren’t acting as they should be. Before you ask, let me explain. I’ve talked to both of them. They don’t remember what happened to them. However, you should have heard the jealousy when they spoke of the
Everything took longer than Helena expected. The doctor was on a house call and would need to call her back. She would not talk to his partner or his head nurse. This was just too controversial to tell everyone and their brother about. No, if people learned of what the council did, and what it did to the twins, the pack might lose faith in their future Alpha or Alphas. Whichever it would be. The twins were now awake again and not pleased with being under guard in their rooms. But their reactions to this too were over the top. Brian must have broken several things in his rooms by the sound of it. Helena expected this from Chris, not Brian. In her estimation, Brian's the more level-headed of the two. Now she needed to verify some more information and make sure everything was right. This didn't go well with Chris. Both men wanted to fi
They sent up food with a sedative in it. Then the guards would take them down and put them into separate cells for the safety of everyone. Once they woke up, it would be up to Helena to explain what was going on, and her anxiety over how or what to say was through the roof. Talking points. She needed talking points. Otherwise, she knew she’d miss something, and the confusion would just snowball into anger. Then her mind flipped to indecision. Was this a huge mistake? Of course, it was a mistake. But it’s the only way she could have this done in one shot with proof whether they could be in the same room together without trying to kill each other or, at the very least, knocking each other into next week. How did she get into this situation with
“Since you don’t know, it might help you both understand each other better and why things work and don’t work for you. It starts with being twins born on either side of the stroke of midnight. This has a telltale sign of your wolves and your features as humans. One dark, one light. One represents the night sky and stars, while the other represents the moon. Got that? Here’s the issue. You aren’t fraternal twins. There’s a term dissimilar identical twin. You’re identical, but not. Now this is where things get complicated. You are two halves of one person. One develops only part of the life skills they need and the other learns the rest of the life skills. You are effectively only a fully functioning person if you are together. Living, working, and, well… loving. You’re meant to have one mate between the two of you.” 
It didn’t take Helena to return to the packhouse with the twins following her. Dr. Merton insisted on one final examination of them before he took his leave. “Thank the goddess. They aren’t killing each other.” Jillian came into the study and saw the twins lounging on the sofas. “You know we’re going to need to refurnish this place if what you say has to happen does. We need more desks, and these sofas will need to be smaller too. What do you think Chris, a couple of desks tucked in here by the other bay window? Thank you, Jill. I’m glad you missed us. We missed your sparkling conversation, too.” He gave her a lopsided grin, so she knew he wasn’t being cut with his words.&nbs
Life settled down for them after that, and a routine formed. Their pack understood their unique relationship. It helped when Alfred could come up with some documentation he’d found while doing his own study on their unique bond. It and Bethany fascinated the man became a friend to Helena and Jillian. Nathan and Asia eventually settled on a date to be formally accepted by their pack and to acknowledge their mating. It was something their pack needed to. Life for them soon became full of creating and building. Several of the lone wolves filtered in and requested a place within Nathan’s pack. Davis helped greatly with that because he could identify these lone wolves and vet their stories. By winter, there were enough homes to keep the Blue Mountain Pack safe from the elements. Money appeared out of the rambling and incomplete financial status. Helena didn’t look too closely, but she suspected several packs contributed funds and investments so that they could start agai
Asia now understood how much she didn’t know about wolf shifters and their society. The mating ceremony wasn’t elaborate, but there were meanings behind everything. Luck and good fortune were part of the reason everything was being done. Prosperity and abundance. She was told so many stories and traditions that her head spun from all of them. It was so different from what she’d learned in her time underground with them. The other women were afraid to speak of these things while Clarence was alive. Afterward, there were other things to think about. Now they were looking forward to the Alpha Acceptance Ceremony and their Mating Recognition Ceremony. It was so busy that most nights everyone went to bed exhausted to start again the next day. They could get the new packhouse built and several outbuildings so that they could winter with a roof over all their heads. They planned a school for the new year for all the packs in the area to send their pups, too. So the
The pack came alive with the discovery of the celebration. These were things they lived for. Births, matings, and all the little cornerstones of member lives. They were a close knit family and community. This was something they could sink their proverbial teeth into. Presents weren’t necessary, but someone would always find something to bring.They planned a nighttime ceremony as tradition dictated and that gave most of the day to prepare the simple things for the ceremony.Dusk was falling and Helena cornered Jillian in her apartment to get ready. Davis took an hour and greeted those attending. Jillian fluttered about in a distracted and nervous state. Helena couldn’t figure out what would calm her down. But she started out with some logic.“First off. Here’s the dress. Let’s get you dressed. Honestly, you’d think Davis wasn’t yours already. At least, your instincts were smart enough to catch him. Everything is already recorded and technically, this is just to get your sister to leav
The work lunch was going well, but as the meeting came to an end, Chris noticed Jillian again adjusting the collar of her top. With a frown, he watched her for a little longer. “Is that a bite on your neck, Jillian?” Her response was to put her hand over the mark and blush. “It is! Well, I guess congratulations are in order for both of you. When are you planning to have your mating recognition ceremony?” “We’ll see. We’ve not set a date yet. There’s no hurry after all this stuff happening.” Jillian tried to take the pressure off of the subject, because she hoped they would drop it. “We’re going to have one as soon as it’s possible. No time to waste pretending things might change.” Davis interrupted Jillian’s uncomfortably nervous rambling to state the opposite of his mate’s words. “Davis! What are you talking about? We can’t do that. It’s too soon after all the deaths.” Jillian looked askance at Davis, unable to believe he’d said none of this to her
Nathan all but dragged himself back to the camp. He’d not fought all that much. It’d just been a long night. Too long if you asked him. But he represented the Blue Mountain Pack until the end. The witches would not all him to sit in and watch the trial. But he knew that witch and golem were now no longer a threat to the Blue Mountain. Now what would he do since the pack chose him to be their leader? Did he dare think of himself as the perfect candidate? He’d done a right fine job of being a roadblock to the current leadership there. Would he bring that blindness to this pack? Or could he be confident that he’d learned his lesson? If only he could see into the future and everything it held. Asia would see him as the stuff Alpha’s were made of. But he knew she’d read far too many romance novels involving werewolves, and they were far from correct in most things about wolf shifters. The camp was moving today, which meant he wouldn’t get much sleep, nor would the few peo
Jillian watched Davis make sure that her sister and mother, with her mother’s latest side piece, were settled in their cabin. Gods, the guy wasn’t much older than her sister. He’d be better suited to her sister. What did these men see in her mother? She had two adult daughters. She didn’t care if her mother found someone. Actually, Jillian would love her mother to find someone she had something in common with. This guy wouldn’t be able to keep up with her in a conversation and she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him in pretty much any physical activity. Jillian could see this becoming another crash and burn. She bet he’d not met his fated mate and when he did, he’d have a devil of a time removing her clinging mother from him. Or Jillian would have to deal with the high drama. At least, right now, Davis showed no interest in her sister’s advances. He’d spoken to her once already, and her sister acted like he must be mistaken. Now Jillian wasn’t sure if she m
“If we are going to return to some form of normal, we need to finish preparing the Alpha apartments for us. You know. Get all our ducks in a row.” Chris mentioned as they ate breakfast in their apartment. This was the first day of the rest of their lives together in his estimation, and he was becoming impatient at how must mess it left and the sheer number of strings that weren’t tied down. This wasn’t something he wanted to have happened again. “As long as those ducks don’t turn into raccoons or squirrels, I’ll be happy. I thought we setup for them to be renovated by now?” Helena pushed her plate away from her. How this would play out, she didn’t know, but she had to get it going or she’d get bogged down in her grief. “We did, but half of the work crew was called up to hunt. Which put the schedule back and I’ve not been given a revised schedule.” Brian added, and he clearly felt horrible about that. They didn’t need so many people to hunt down the golem or
Alfred walked from the room they used for their courts and formal audiences. It wasn’t used much these days, but it was never pleasant. The council agreed to punish Veronica with imprisonment and being stripped of her abilities. Not a simple thing to do. She’d never live a normal life if she finished her imprisonment. Veronica would have to stay hidden from the mortal world because of the knowledge she could spread. Basically, she’d just trade one prison for another and the identity she knew once would always be a faint memory. In the old day, they’d have just killed her, and Alfred believed that was a far more merciful thing to do. None of this gives her hope and then lets someone else deal with the fallout. Though he could wash his hands of her. She’d go with the elders of the council back to their homeland, which was secreted away. That’s where the sentence would occur. Their coven didn’t have the resources or place to keep her during her punishment. This was the end of th
Veronica didn’t know how long she’d been there. The light turned off and on several times. She could have been there for hours or days. She didn’t know. Finally, someone gave her food. Once she ate, it didn’t take long for a small group of people to come along and haul her out of the prison, she found herself in. She was prepared to celebrate her freedom until she found herself locked in a chair in another dark room. Veronica could hear the movement of people in robes on the edges of the large empty room. She wasn’t sure what to expect from these people. Veronica schooled herself not to give into the fear. She couldn’t quite achieve that, so she sat there attempting not to admit to anything incriminating or to give up on her very life. Finally, the lights came up enough within the room, that left little to the imagination of what they used this room for. It was a courtroom, and she was on trial. They dared to force their views and rules on her. That, alone burst her