Connor POV - Without any form of cover, the Grey Stone territory was difficult to move secretly within. Wolves had fantastic senses, so it wouldn’t take much for the border patrol to spot an intruder on their lands. With the flat, open plains before him, Connor kept that in mind as he moved forward under the blanket of night. He remained vigilant, watching for Grey Stone warriors on the horizon but their patrols were few and far between. They didn’t seem to be concerned about attacks from other packs, or rogues, considering how easy a wolf could move on and off the territory without being seen. Connor used that same disregard, for their defences, to make his way across the Grey Stone border. As if it held like an invisible wall, he felt the moment he stepped foot off the territory. It washed over him in a wave of relief, easing the tension in his body. He had only been in the pack for three days, but he had already gotten used to the constant strain of being on enemy land. He only
Inga POV - It was hard to maintain her grin as Inga opened the door to Connor and a Grey Stone warrior. It wasn’t one of hers, so she didn’t care to know his name. She beckoned Connor inside, trying to hide the rolling waves that were churning her stomach, and reassured the warrior that everything was okay. It only took one smile to comfort him, and he was soon backing away, looking like he had been threatened. Not that Inga cared. She just shut the door and prepared herself for the talk ahead. The moment she had spotted Nala hanging around her home, Inga had known it was time. A part of her was relieved to finally share the truth, but another part of her twisted away from it, trying to stay hidden for fear of being seen. However, she was no coward. She’d face the consequences head on, no matter who turned their back on her for it. The moment she had invited Nala inside, Lewis had come down from his room, tension gripping both wolves. Now, the pair were waiting in the living ro
Inga POV - There was a lot of fidgeting around her as Autumn brought in five mugs of steaming tea, three of which got immediately disregarded. Inga accepted hers gratefully and took a long slurp from its edge, enjoying stretching out each second as the eyes on her narrowed. She sighed as the liquid warmed her insides then went for a second sip. “Oh, for fucks sake.” Nala grumbled. Inga met her eyes over the rim and offered her a wink before handing her mug to Connor. “Could you hold this for me, Mr Dark Night? It’s difficult with my hands tied.” When he didn’t take it immediately, she shrugged. “I’ll start after its finished then.” Before the mug reached her lips a third time, he took it from her, his expression tight as she thanked him. Tension flickered in his jaw, and she found herself remembering the small smiles she had seen on his lips and wishing them to come back. She doubted she’d see them anytime soon, but the longer she dragged out the truth, the more his scowl wou
Connor POV - The night air chilled against his skin, the open territory doing nothing to shield against the light breeze rolling over the land. It was late, or early, Connor wasn’t sure, but he could feel the hour weighing on him as much as the information Inga had shared. His head ached from the whiplash of their changing situation. His mind was trying to break apart everything he thought he knew and piece it back together again with the new truth. It felt like he had been flung back to the start again, with the last few days being a complete waste of time and new challenges set before him. Those challenges were the true reason him and Nala were at Grey Stone. Their chance to win the Luna Games, and gain an alliance, a lie that had been orchestrated by Inga to reel them in. He should be angry, he knew he should, but the feeling never came. Maybe it had been her honesty, the desperation in her voice when she asked for help, or the imploring gleam in her eyes, but he couldn’t
Connor POV - Connor’s stomach dropped, twisting in the face of her loss. An apology burned on his tongue, trying to figure out how to say such words without caring about the wolves that endangered his home when, suddenly, her hard look cracked, a giggle bubbling past her lips. “Your face.” She snorted. “So, they’re not dead?” He grumbled. “Oh no, they are.” She shrugged and waved off the issue “Don’t worry about it, though, they haven’t spoken to me for years. To them, me and my parents were tools to be used to keep their alliance to Red Dawn strong. Even now, after Red Dawn left them in the attack, they’ll still be their lap dogs, making whatever sacrifice they need.” She sneered. “They weren't real family. I don’t associate with spineless wolves.” Simple words helped to piece together more of the puzzle that was Inga. Grey Stone’s situation was much like Wild Shore’s, with their upper ranks making decisions that sacrificed their wolves to maintain a strong alliance. It
Connor POV - As promised, the meeting with the wolves, who supported Inga's revolution, and wanted change in the pack, was held the next day. It took more preparation from the Beta than Connor realised it would, but all he had to do was turn up at the right time and place. She had organised a distraction, security and got the word around about the spontaneous event. A small part of him felt guilty for making Inga rush to organise it. It was only a small part though; their timeline was shrinking by the second and they needed a plan. As he headed over to the designated meeting area, on the western side of the pack, Connor was intercepted by the security. Warriors had been placed at intervals, preventing any wolf from approaching without being seen. It was like their own personal border patrol protecting the meeting. Once he confirmed he was Inga’s friend, and they checked it with the Beta, he was allowed to pass by, but it was another quarter of a mile before he saw the convened gro
Connor POV-Inga concluded the meeting whilst a fiery determination was humming in every wolf’s veins. As one, the revolution dispersed, in small groups and in different directions, with the instructions to be careful and keep spreading the word. All in all, it had been good, and Connor had been glad to see Inga in her element. She had almost become a different wolf before him, far more comfortable than he had seen her before and dare he say.... Nurturing. Her concern hadn’t been power or pushing her ideas, but keeping the wolves calm and informed. She was a natural leader who had found her wolves to lead. Well, until Alex came along.
With nowhere else to be, and their time frame for action ever shrinking, Connor and Inga used their stroll to discuss their next steps. Given their fake history, no one would question them if they were seen, and they’d have plenty of time to change their conversation if anyone tried to approach. For once, the territory was working in his favour, and Connor allowed himself to relax. It wasn’t often he could switch off his alert system while on enemy territory, but with Inga at his side, both their eyes on their surroundings, he felt as safe as he could be. With the unhurried pace that matched the slow drift of the afternoon sun, the pair wandered the open plains of Grey Stone. It was even more remarkably flat than Connor had first thought. Apart from a fe