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Nala POV - By the next morning, Nala was starting to feel a prickle of unease scurry over her skin. She still hadn’t seen Connor and, worse, he hadn’t returned to his room the previous night. She had waited up, hoping for a chance to talk to him, but when the early hours ticked over, she gave up, needing to get some rest. When morning came, she was glad she had done. There was no sign he had been to his room or even entered the packhouse the previous evening. There was no fresh scent to catch anywhere, and Nala was about to search the rest of the territory when Autumn collared her. An urgent call for the next presentation had been announced. Rather than the usual thirty-minute head start, she only had ten. Autumn had tried pulling her up the stairs, but Nala was happy to miss the event if it meant making sure Connor was okay. Her friend had smirked then and reassured her he was safe and happy. Rather than give any more details, she instead chose to run up the stairs, giggling as N
Nala POV - After seeing Lewis’ so-called cell, aka Inga’s house, Nala couldn’t help but think she not only drew the short straw, but her straw was so short it was little more than dust. Inga had cared for his wounds, given him free reign of her home and treated him more like a guest than a prisoner. Her cell, on the other hand, was just that. Three cement walls and one of thick steel bars keeping her within. Despite it being beneath the packhouse, none of the warmth or inviting decor made it down to the basement. It was cold and damp and dark, its only homey amenities, a toilet and a bed. If she wasn’t in so much pain, she might’ve cared, but instead she sat on the bed trying to ignore the throbbing heat of her wrists. The initial agony, of the silver melting her flesh, had passed, but that same heat was burying deep into her flesh, making her bones ache. She could no longer feel the places the silver touched her skin, but she daren’t look at it again. The charred, bloody mess o
Connor POV-“Only two Little Moons are left! Both have spent the day trying to win our future Alpha’s heart and, finally, he will choose his mate. Who will be our next Luna?” Alpha Phelan called to the crowded hall, rallying the Grey Stone wolves.
Connor POV-Connor stood in the middle of the packhouse hall and listened to the unrest unfold, a smile on his face. There had been many who had doubted the truth the revolution had spread. It was to be expected. They were Grey stone wolves, loyal to their leaders, that didn't change with a few hasty words. However, with the proof the revolution had gathered, and Aaron's behaviour, the s
Nala POV - It was odd standing across from Inga, knowing she would win the fight, but a shiver of fear still traced her spine as the woman fixed her with a glare. It was all for show, but it felt real enough to get Nala’s heart pumping as they waited for the signal to start. It didn't matter that Inga was an ally, she was a scary woman. Her years of training sculpted her body into a weapon that was far more deadly than the Scian mhór blades in her hands. Her gaze was piercing, scrutinising each weakness and planning her attack. It almost made Nala miss her creepy smile. The crowd edged back as the two women faced each other. Once the challenges were announced, and Aaron could no longer find a way to back out, they had moved to open ground to carry out the fight. The flat plains worked to their advantage, giving plenty of space and no territory advantage to either wolf. Every Grey Stone wolf who had been present in the hall had joined them to watch, creating the fighting arena, sho
Nala POV - “You’re so going to lose the rematch.” Inga’s chuckle made her flinch, before the words truly registered in Nala’s mind. It was so at odds with the fear churning within her that her panic short-circuited for a moment, making her freeze. Her frenzied breath hitched, her brow furrowed, trying to comprehend the sudden change. Then the canines at her throat retracted, just enough to give her some breathing space, as the Beta dropped her voice to a whisper. “You need to go for the kill, Nala, or they could contest the win. Don’t worry. I can take it.” Inga met her gaze, her features softening, stripping away the harsh glares and terrifying grins she had played with throughout their match. She suddenly looked more like the ally they had been working with for the past few days, more like the friend she was beginning to trust. Nala realised the change was because the woman was hiding their shared words behind a sheet of hair. Her dipped head protected them from the view of th
Connor POV - It was hard to tear his eyes away from Inga but, with the situation still not secured, Connor still had a part to play to keep things from falling into chaos. He left the previous upper ranks under the Grey Stone warriors' care and sauntered over to join Michael. He rolled his eyes at the way his brother lorded over Aaron, pronouncing his title like he was royalty. He did like to do things with flare. “A bit over dramatic, brother.” He drawled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Michael sniffed, though they both knew he was trying to scare the fallen Alpha and his pup into submission. It was one tactic working with Connor’s own, to back them into a corner. Brawn with brains, both working to conquer. “Brother?” Aaron hissed, looking between the pair. As did the other Grey Stone wolves who didn’t know his true identity, which was everyone besides Autumn and Inga. The latter of which was refusing to meet his gaze. He grumbled under his breath about infur
Connor POV - For the second time, Connor didn’t stop to knock as he reached Inga’s door and walked straight inside. However, unlike the night before, she wasn’t sitting in the kitchen dressing a wound. The Beta, or maybe she wasn’t the Beta anymore, was pacing in the front room, chewing her thumb nail to a nub. She didn’t look up when he entered, nor did she stop moving. He hadn’t seen her like that before. He could almost feel her agitation bothering the air around them, scratching at his skin, urging him to soothe her. Connor denied the instinct. Not only was he not trying to get himself killed by touching her, but he also wanted her to face this. She had kept their connection from him. He had flared his pheromones in her presence before, so she knew they were true mates, but she hadn’t told him. Connor felt that like a blow to the gut. After the night Inga had told them all about the revolution and her lies to get them to Grey Stone, he had hoped they’d be honest moving forwa