"I want them banished from the Blood Moon pack." I say in a calm and firm voice, evoking gasps from all around me."What?" Harry asks me but doesn't even give me the opportunity to answer. "You just want them to go like that? No punishment, just to banish them? Are you even thinking straight right now?" Harry tries to keep a calm voice, but by the time he continues speaking, his tone escalates, and he raises his pitch as I see his wolf eyes flash."Harry, I—" I want to explain my side to him, but he cuts me off before I even get to say anything on the matter."You what? You feel sympathy for them and believe that ending their lives immediately would be a waste. Surely, you must be aware that they launched an attack on MY pack," he says, using the word 'my' like the pack belongs to him alone and I'm not even part of it. "They helped my psycho brother target my kids, and they had the audacity to deceive me." Listing their crimes like that does sound terrible."Sorry, Isla. But they're n
Harry is the only one present at the funeral, for obvious reasons. I don't think any member of the pack would even be comfortable here with the conditions Jeremy put them through.It's going to take a while for the fear people have to fully subside. He put a memorable dent in their lives, literally. As werewolves, our funerals aren't as straightforward as human ones. For humans, they either cremate their loved ones and keep the ashes with them or spread them in the ocean.Or they bury them the old-fashioned way, six feet deep. For werewolves, it's different. More ceremonial, if that's the word. For respected and high-ranking members of a pack, they are buried on ancestral grounds with the oldest member of the pack, who blesses their remains. For normal members of the pack, a cremation ceremony is held, where the eldest in the family carries it out and blesses the soul of the dead.But for the scorned and shamed members of the pack, their remains are cremated and cursed into the soil f
The next morning, I woke up to a warm, empty bed. I jerk into alertness as I look around me. No Harry. I shouldn't be surprised, as I am, but I am. There's a pang in my heart.'Let me use you, Isla.'He didn't forgive me. He just wanted to use me so that he could feel better. And I let him. I even wanted him to, and I still want him to use me. Anyway, that's what he wants, just so he won't feel bad anymore.He said he had nightmares about Jeremy. About killing Jeremy. I can't imagine how that might feel. He feels haunted. I should talk to him and try to get him to see a therapist. That's the best option at this point.I won't let him drown in self-loathing and depression. I rise up from the bed and go to my dressing mirror. I see that I'm rough and there are patches of dirt all over me.That's what I get for having sex in the middle of the forest. A shy smile forms on my lips. Harry wants me. Harry needs me. I just need him to see how much.I have a nice and relaxing bath, then change
I make my way to see Sir Smith. Over the last few weeks, I've been visiting him constantly, and he's gotten better. Way better, but lately, whenever I see him, I'm reminded of what he did to Jeremy.I admit that he made a mistake—a misjudgement of character. If only he had listened to his son and acted on his fears, then maybe some things would have turned out differently. But instead, the second he found out his son was having fears and opinions, he boxed him up and sent him to the first rehabilitation centre that came calling.Because of that, there's a certain grudge I hold against the man, though the one I hold against myself is bigger. Now, with the threats eliminated, I didn't think there was any reason to have Sir Smith's door guarded 24 hours a day, seven days a week.Now, the man is as free as a bird, and sometimes he takes walks around the hallway with no one to force him back to his room for rest. I step into the room, and I see that he's just making his way out of the toil
Harry is here. At my family dinner. Why is Harry here? And why is he all dressed up? Like his father, he's also dressed in a suit, but it's a bit more subtle and doesn't give off show-off vibes. A suit is still a suit.Dylan leaves me and runs to his father, just like Lilah and Daniel. Harry crouches down to their level to speak with them."Daddy! You're here!" Lilah says in excitement, and I roll my eyes. When did he become their dad? And why am I so jealous of the relationship that he's formed with them in such a short time?"Of course, your mom invited me." Harry answers, and Dylan whispers something inside his ears. Harry laughs a bit, then goes to fetch something from inside his pocket.A wallet? He carries out his wallet and hands them cash. My jaw dropped wide at the scene before. Dylan! He's behind this."Hey! Return the money back, you naughty kids!" I yell at them, and guilty expressions form on their faces. I snap my fingers, "Now!" I bark.The three kids turn to Harry with
This. This is what I've been afraid of for so damn long. This anger of his. He can be calm and laughing and all jokes one second, but the next, he turns into a beast. His wolf pull is so strong since he's an alpha.Even more so than Sir Smith. He's never been able to control it, and half the time, his wolf makes his decisions for him. That's why I'm so scared of how he'll be with the kids.He could lose control of one of them one day and... I don't even want to think that far, but I know that it's inevitable. These kids can make someone pull their hair out of their head.A person has to have real patience when dealing with them, or else things could really go to shreds. I don't want my kids to get mauled by their father. I don't think any sane person would ever want that.Time stills as Harry's amber eyes glow. I'm not sure the kids understand what's happening. They think that the show of eyes is cool because the three of them are fawning over it.Only we, the adults, know what's trul
By the time Harry and I finish our illicit deeds and head back to the dining table, I can tell that everyone knows what happened inside the bathroom. More like what didn't happen.We only kissed before we broke apart, and I helped him wipe dry his pants, and we both left the bathroom. I wished that something more would happen, but then again, I'm also afraid that I won't be able to handle it.Does that make sense? I bet it doesn't, but that's actually the reality.We settle down once again, and I dish out the desert for everyone, mostly for Harry because he didn't get to finish his meal because of the water incident. Remember that?"So..." Sir Smith continues in an awkward tone, and I thin my lips into a firm line. This man is as much a rascal as Dylan is. "Lilah here was telling me about how you almost beat up a six-year-old kid." He refers to Harry, and I stiffle with laughter.Harry grimaces. "The little fucker had the guts to kiss my girl." Harry defends himself in a gruff tone, a
Everyone turns to face the loud interruption. We see Sir Smith with an amused expression on his face, contrasting with the assertive tone that he used seconds ago."What is it, dad? Harry asks his father in a harsh tone. I notice how detached he's been from Sir Smith all throughout dinner. Like he's repulsed.I don't think it was the embarrassing tales or condescending remarks that Harry got from his father tonight that caused him to act so hostile towards him. I think it's because of the thing with Jeremy.One thing I know about Harry is that it's incredibly hard for him to go past things, especially lies and betrayal. I know that firsthand since I'm not really sure he's forgiven me. He loves me; of course, I know that.But the matter is trust; will you be able to trust me again? And has he forgiven me for breaking his trust? Probably not, or maybe. I'm not sure.And Sir Smith lied to Harry for years, looking at him face-to-face and still continuing to lie to him. Harry thought his b