Helena struggled to keep her mind on the things she needed to do. Her mind just wouldn’t stay on topic. There were just too many things she needed to get a grasp of. Her father’s ideas for the position of Alpha. Her father’s death, no, his murder. Ugh, that one’s a sticking point. Now more than ever the safety of the pack, herself, and even the twins. They knew where the trouble came from now. But how could she get the facts? Those facts made understanding, reacting, and predicting the future so much easier. Now she couldn’t mourn, she didn’t have time for it. Too many people relied on her to get things done.
Jillian returned with the information from the medical centre and though most of the news appeared good. The number of beds taken up didn’t bode well if they’re attacked aga
Helena couldn’t believe these men. They fought over everything yet ended up working hand and glove together at the end. Brian appeared as the comforting and providing one. While Chris displayed the protecting and controlling traits. As time went on, she saw the two work together as parts of a single whole. Even their wolf forms symbolized the yin and Yang of their personalities. Brian appeared as a solid white wolf while Chris appeared solid black, equal in size. How could she choose between them? Was it still her call who would become the next alpha? Now Jillian and she sat on the back
Helena followed the others into the lake house. As they settled into the place, Josh sent the few enforcers out to monitor the activity around the lake and house. Then he went about setting up a small command centre in a corner of the living room. Jillian and Helena went upstairs to settle in and have a little privacy. “This is insane. We can’t be running away every time something like this happens.” Jillian dropped her bag onto a bed in frustration. “What if they need us? We’re here and it’s almost a half-hour drive back.” “I gather they don’t believe we’re needed there. After all, we’re non-combat females. Maybe, their right. Our being there puts others in danger. Here we’re tucked
Later, Helena and Jillian stood in the small kitchen of the lake house, listening to Josh with his radio. He listened to the instructions and communications. She thought it would ease her mind to hear the news of the incident, but it didn’t. Helena worried over the safety of Brian and Chris. How could they expect her to stand around in a safe place, while they go into danger for a pack that wasn’t theirs, but hers? She stood there leaning against the sink, chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek, listening, and praying that she didn’t hear a report about any injured or, worse, dead. How did this happen? She went from disliking the idea of mating, either. To the anxiety over which one to choose. Then to enjoying them both together in her bed, and now praying neither die defending her pack.&
The sunset just after the strange wolves slunk away. The day was long and drawn out with nothing but potential threats. Helena and Jillian sat within the lake house, bored out of their minds. The chatter on the radio gave them little to no understanding of what happened with their pack. No wolves appeared near the lake house, so they felt safe staying there. “If something doesn’t happen soon, I’ll scream or go hunting down these wolves for being jerks. This is worse than waiting for paint to dry.” Jillian tossed a dish towel onto the counter after she finished drying the dinner dishes. “Can we at least go outside and watch the sun go down? That would be better than staring at the four walls.” “No, if you want to
The twins entered the building the Council of Elders used for meetings like this. Traditionally, the Elders spoke of the pack’s interests with the Alpha and Luna often. They kept track of historical events and other important changes. The elders played scribe, historian, and representative for the pack who couldn’t speak for themselves. Now they waited in the anti-chamber for the Elders to get ready for the meeting. Brian paced as he attempted to organize what information he possessed within his mind the Elders might want to discuss. This wasn’t something he did often, and he wasn’t sure if they needed any of the information he possessed. Brian prayed they’d at least given them some understanding of what this meeting would entail. Brian prayed Chris wouldn’t embarrass him in there with the Elders.
Brian felt the sting of betrayal. All their plans, the trust developed between them over a lifetime, just disappearred with a few simple words. He couldn’t believe the overwhelming frustration that course through him. His words escaped him, and his first instinct was to lash out physically at his brother. The two brothers squared off with each other, growling at each other. Chris’ eyes never left Brian’s as they circled each other. How could he have been so blind to his brother’s betrayal? He believed they were closer than anyone else. What happened to their bond? “I can’t believe you would dishonour our trust, our bond with each other.” “Look who’s talking, brother dearest. What did you have pl
Helena and Jillian paced in irritation around the main room of the lake house. The radio went silent mostly hours ago. Now she tried to persuade Josh to allow them to contact the council of elders to get the ball rolling with a request to meet. But Josh wouldn’t allow it. He stuck to his orders of no contact until Chris or Brian arrived. “They have instructed me to wait, and that’s what we are doing. Your phones will stay where they are so they can’t trace them. Your safety is more important than seeing any elders right now and I won’t apologize for doing this.” “You’re an ass and you know it.” “Really Jillian? H
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
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