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Helena Harris was doing what she did every time to make sure her pack had what they needed. Whether it was a cup of tea for old Mrs. Danielson, mediation for the Grimes brothers, or help with meal prep for young Angel Horton, whoâd just given birth to a pup. Nathan Graden, the packâs Beta, found her hanging laundry close to the pack house. His grey hair tussled with the wind, resisting the eventual truth that he was losing it. Something odd in a wolf shifter at any age and something he was sensitive about. He came to a stop before her petite form. Helena looked up at him tiredly. She wore her chestnut hair up in a messy bun at the base of her neck. âHi, Nathan. What do you need?â She sighed and reminded herself this was her fatherâs most trusted and loyal friend on the earth. As the Alpha of the Black Dane Pack. Helenaâs father, Vincent Harris, controlled it for over forty years. Even after her mother passed two years prior, he stood strong against anyone
âThe Alpha would like to see you both immediately. The Luna is busy, sheâs going to ensure that dinner will be ready for everyone on time. So, please say your pleasantries and weâll let her be on her way.â Helena frowned at Nathanâs rudeness. These were respected members of their pack, and people sheâd grown up with. All thought of leaving left her mind at that. âItâs very nice to see you once more, Helena. I see youâve grown up nicely.â Brian leered at her. His thumbs slid into a couple of his belt loops like he needed to force himself to keep his hands to himself. âWhat my brother is saying is youâre a sight for sore eyes. Now come down here and be the hostess we all know you are.â Christopher all but ignored Nathanâs words. Instead, he and Brian focused on her completely, like the predators they were. âI donât know what to say to that. I havenât changed all that much since you saw me last.â They didnât move in the same circles of
Brian stood there between her and three rough looking, unknown wolves. Helena didnât recognize any of these wolves' markings that disturbed her greatly because she could only hear her fatherâs warnings about her being kidnapped. Even their scent was foreign to her, and that terrified her. Because she didnât, they come from? How did they get into their territory without tripping the security? Brian was in obvious danger, yet he wouldnât give her room to shift into her own wolf. His wolfâs form dwarfed the other three wolves visibly. When did he get so large? She didnât remember him being so large? White yes, she remembered that. Brian was white and Chris was black. They were like yin and yang. When his size registered with these wolves, they paused for several heartbeats. She gathered the wolves believed their numbers were superior, because then fur flew as the four wolves met in a violent tangle of claws, teeth, and fur within the tight space of the corridor. Brian had space to move
Growing up as twins and the expectations for them to work together, no matter how different they were, caused them a lot of hardship until they created their own terms. Brian was a hunter and provider type of person. Chris now he preferred to be the fixer and the commander. But right now they had problems coming out of their ears, and people needed to know how theyâd fix all of it. The pack needed a direction and assurances that they were safe. They needed leadership. But they didnât know which brother to go to for that. They could see that Helena was in no shape emotionally to do it. The past few days, sheâd run on autopilot, and she was losing steam to power it. âFine. How are we going to do this? Rule together until she can decide between the two of us?â Brian threw up his hands at the stalemate they were in. âWell, how do we explain to her she belongs to both of us and we want to make love to her until she spits out our pups? How do we tell her we donâ
Helena and Jillian stood watching the fire for what felt like hours. The entire pack and guests came to honour her father. Theyâd left long ago. Helena knew she couldnât shed any more tears. âWhat are we going to do? Heâs supposed to choose which of the St. James were to lead. Without Nathan here, thereâs no clear leadership.â Jillian said, wiping her eyes with a tissue. âI honestly donât know. I donât believe Iâll sleep until I do. For all I know, someone here plans to take over. Itâs not safe here for me, and I canât see it ever being safe again.â âI guess you have two choices. Abandon the pack, or put yourself at the mercy of whatever is decided.â Jillian wasnât joking about the situation. Helena came to this conclusion hours ago. Helena knew sheâd need to choose one of three options. Run away, dishonouring herself and her pack. Leaving them without leadership. Effectively disbanding the pack and giving up her familyâs legacy. Finally, leaving
“Well,thatwill notwork for us. How are we to protect you if wecan’t see what’s happening to you? Thatmakes littlesense.”“And the two of you in my apartment makes anymore sense? You know exactly where everyone’s minds will go. I’m not afool.I have ears and have heard about the thingsthey’ve caught youdoing, both of you, together.No. Fornow,I think my apartment will be my safe space.I’m not talking about this right now. I have things to do.”Helenadartedbetweenthe coffee tableand Chris’kneesand she left the room before either man could respond.“I guess that’s too fast for her. Now, what do we do?&rdq
Brian got back to the packhouse and found a text message from Chris. Of course, it’s his job to deal with all the little things. If he would have to do the footwork, why shouldn’t he become the Alpha? He’s walking the walk. Chris just talked the talk. They’d searched the region again despite that. No one found any clues to what happened to Nathan or where the attackers fled to. Brian’s nerves frayed as his annoyance with his failure to find anything grew. Now, he needed to drop everything to find out who was at the gate. He’d only called in a few people on the list Chris gave him and gave them jobs to do before they arrived here. Brian couldn’t believe they’d accomplished them in this short of time. Brian d
Chris waved to the other men from the room, recommending that they find the den mother, Elisa, and ask her for help in finding a place where they would settle. The den mother assists the Luna by running the pack house with jobs like laundry, cooking, and cleaning. This is the pack member who knows everything there is about everyoneâs needs because itâs her job to expect and ensure that things are available for the day-to-day life of the pack. âCome on. Letâs sit and relax. Iâll start the fireplace and we can all just take some time to relax with each other.â Chris offered with a nod of his head to Brian to move her to the sofa by the fireplace. Helena couldnât keep up with her emotions. The way these two acted confused and frustrated her to no
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 heâd 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 Nathanâs 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 didnât look too closely, but she suspected several packs contributed funds and investments so that they could start agai
Asia now understood how much she didnât know about wolf shifters and their society. The mating ceremony wasnât 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 sheâd 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 werenât 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 couldnât figure out what would calm her down. But she started out with some logic.âFirst off. Hereâs the dress. Letâs get you dressed. Honestly, youâd think Davis wasnât 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. âIs that a bite on your neck, Jillian?â Her response was to put her hand over the mark and blush. âIt is! Well, I guess congratulations are in order for both of you. When are you planning to have your mating recognition ceremony?â âWeâll see. Weâve not set a date yet. Thereâs no hurry after all this stuff happening.â Jillian tried to take the pressure off of the subject, because she hoped they would drop it. âWeâre going to have one as soon as itâs possible. No time to waste pretending things might change.â Davis interrupted Jillianâs uncomfortably nervous rambling to state the opposite of his mateâs words. âDavis! What are you talking about? We canât do that. Itâs too soon after all the deaths.â Jillian looked askance at Davis, unable to believe heâd said none of this to her
Nathan all but dragged himself back to the camp. Heâd not fought all that much. Itâd 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? Heâd 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 heâd learned his lesson? If only he could see into the future and everything it held. Asia would see him as the stuff Alphaâs were made of. But he knew sheâd 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 wouldnât get much sleep, nor would the few peo
Jillian watched Davis make sure that her sister and mother, with her motherâs latest side piece, were settled in their cabin. Gods, the guy wasnât much older than her sister. Heâd be better suited to her sister. What did these men see in her mother? She had two adult daughters. She didnât care if her mother found someone. Actually, Jillian would love her mother to find someone she had something in common with. This guy wouldnât be able to keep up with her in a conversation and she wouldnât be able to keep up with him in pretty much any physical activity. Jillian could see this becoming another crash and burn. She bet heâd not met his fated mate and when he did, heâd 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 sisterâs advances. Heâd spoken to her once already, and her sister acted like he must be mistaken. Now Jillian wasnât sure if she m
âIf 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.â 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 werenât tied down. This wasnât something he wanted to have happened again. âAs long as those ducks donât turn into raccoons or squirrels, Iâll be happy. I thought we setup for them to be renovated by now?â Helena pushed her plate away from her. How this would play out, she didnât know, but she had to get it going or sheâd get bogged down in her grief. âWe did, but half of the work crew was called up to hunt. Which put the schedule back and Iâve not been given a revised schedule.â Brian added, and he clearly felt horrible about that. They didnât need so many people to hunt down the golem or
Alfred walked from the room they used for their courts and formal audiences. It wasnât 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. Sheâd 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, sheâd just trade one prison for another and the identity she knew once would always be a faint memory. In the old day, theyâd 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. Sheâd go with the elders of the council back to their homeland, which was secreted away. Thatâs where the sentence would occur. Their coven didnât have the resources or place to keep her during her punishment. This was the end of th
Veronica didnât know how long sheâd been there. The light turned off and on several times. She could have been there for hours or days. She didnât know. Finally, someone gave her food. Once she ate, it didnât 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 wasnât sure what to expect from these people. Veronica schooled herself not to give into the fear. She couldnât 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