I had been happily working away in my office, admiring the beautiful flowers that Cayden had put in my office for this week. Some brightly coloured gerberas. I was looking forward to the pizza and film night Cayden and Jackson had suggested for us tonight. As soon as they had mentioned pizza, I had already decided there was no way I would be returning home, I would be staying the night once more! Not that I ever needed much convincing… I had been in their pack only a matter of weeks, yet it suddenly felt so much like a home. I felt at ease here. Happier. Like I could be me. I was laughing more. I felt freer. My spirit felt free, and it felt wonderful. Truly amazing. Neither Cayden or Jackson would judge me when I spoke, they seemed intrigued by my thoughts. And loved my enthusiasm. And I loved the way that made me feel. Like my opinion and thoughts mattered. They made me feel like I mattered. Being here with them had become important to me. It might not be a million mi
Watching Evelyn walk away from me was the so incredibly difficult. How do you let someone you care so much about walk away knowing they may not come back? Knowing they are walking into what could potentially be a bloodbath... Even my wolf was battling with me to force her to stay, and that concerned me even more. Told me that perhaps she was not meant to leave. Jackson must have picked up on my mood though. ‘We need to let her go. I know, Micco is fighting me. Telling me to stop her, but she has to follow her orders. She isn’t in our pack officially. I wish she was now. Wish we had pushed for her to be.” He had mindlinked. ‘But what if she doesn’t come back to us Jax. I can’t go through it all again. She isn’t my mate, but there is something there. And as much as I hate it, I know you feel something too.’ I tell him. He looks at me. ‘I know. But we have to let her go. Hope she comes back. She won’t be fighting. She’ll be in the offices locked up working. We will
I fight tears walking away from Jackson and Cayden. Part of me wants to go against the wishes of my Alpha and stay in the safety of Mystic Shadow Pack. But my wolf, Orla is urging my to do the right thing, my gut is telling me I need to head home. I know it is the right thing to do. You do not desert your pack when they need you. No matter how hard it may be. So I push myself forward. My feet feeling heavy. I quickly collect my things and I make my way to the edges of Mystic Shadow Pack, the forest surrounding me. The sun was shining brightly again today, giving the illusion of a wonderful day. Today was going to be far from wonderful. I had no clue what today would hold for me. But I knew where I was going there would be bloodshed. Death. Pain and suffering. Just like the last time Night Shade Pack had invaded my pack. And I truly don’t know if I am ready to go through all of that again. Though, in truth, were any of us? Were any of us in the region ready to be going throu
I walk a little slower knowing that Jackson would not be happy with me, but I had given in to my own weakness. I needed to see if Evelyn would be okay. And the only person I knew that may be able to tell me that was Ariella. ‘Beta Cayden, is that you my dear?’ she responds to my mindlink almost immediately. Anyone would think she was awaiting my contact. Or is that my wishful thinking, trying to reassure myself she has some sort of ability, that backs up these seer abilities we are told she holds? The abilities that will be able to tell me whether or not Evelyn would be okay… ‘Yes. I am sorry for mindlinking…’ I begin, suddenly uncertain if I have done the right thing. ‘Young man, you do not apologise. I am here for you all. You know that and I can sense you need some reassurance. Perhaps a little guidance? What is it you wish you speak to me about?’ she interrupts, asking kindly. I always found her voice calming, reassuring. Like a motherly sort
‘My mate?’ I stutter to Orla. How can this be happening. Now of all times. As werewolves you learn of fated mates. The bond. The connection. How wonderful it feels. And being a teenage girl you start building up dreams of meeting your fated mate. Read stories, watch films, and hope for dreams of romance. This was not the things I had dreamt of! Meeting my fated mate in the midst of a fucking warzone! ‘Go find mate!’ Orla is yelling at me. My mind is still trying to process what is happening. My mate is here? But… I knew everyone in River Ash Pack... I would have known if my mate was here. My heart dropped. That has to mean that my fated mate is one of the soldiers invading us? No. That can’t be right. Why would the moon goddess fate me to a soldier of that pack?! The pack that killed my father! The pack that was instigating conflict on our region? ‘Now girl! Now. Mate!’ Orla is pushing me. I feel her forcing the shift now. My body begins the modification in
No! No. No. No. He has Killian’s neck in his teeth. He has attacked my mate. Gone for his neck. He planned to kill. Of that there was no doubt. The wolf drops Killian’s now limp body. The brightness in those beautiful blue eyes now gone. My legs give way, and I drop to the floor next to Killian’s body, picking him up, so his body is laid within my arms. He is trembling, blood pours from wounds on his neck. A wound almost where I should have been marking him. A mark to show the world he was mine. But now he would never be mine. This perfect mate the moon goddess chose for me is dying in my arms. I am no fool to that. I feel myself sobbing. Tears dropping onto Killian. His eyes still wide, though vacant. I am not even sure he hasn’t already gone. “No!” I am screaming. Yet the scream sounds so distant. How can life be so cruel? I had barely met him. Barely known him. One kiss. One moment in this existence was all we were allowed to share before he was snatched from me.
The atmosphere in pack today had been unsettled. Things were rarely communicated with us with us not being a part of the actual pack, so we were only told things on a need to know basis, but I had a skill of being able to pick up on auras, and it was unnatural today. An uneasy air throughout the pack no matter where I went. We did the training we normally did amongst ourselves, though today when we looked to go and use the training field at the time we usually were able to, we were sent away, the pack warriors in the middle of what appeared to be some seriously heavy training. Which only added to my concerns. Warriors do not train in such a way unless trouble was coming. Were they anticipating trouble? Surely if that was the case they should have the decency to inform us? We may only be guests on their land but we helped in their defence on their last invasion. Surely they would consider that… I felt on edge myself now, as did my wolf, Rek, and there was little that both
We had done our best to remain distracted all day. Done our rounds through pack. Observed the warriors training with Ryder. Discussed things further with Ryder. He was shocked to hear what had happened. But still wanted to continue on with his training, wanting to be as prepared as he could be. I had no reason to disagree with his logic on this, we need to be prepared, we could well be next on Night Shade Pack's path of destruction. Trying to stay distracted had not exactly been as successful as I had hoped, my mind drifting so often I was far from focused. I had not taken in half of the details of the things we had done today, so I am hoping none of them were vitally important. I think this was just proving to my mind, that Evelyn was more important to me than I had been willing to accept. I was terrifed for her safety. The same as I would be for a close friend or family member. Yet this was a she-wolf that had only recently come into my life, one I barely knew, but one I new