*Vanessa*“I can’t believe you were ballsy enough to actually ask him that!” Amara’s eyes shine with excitement. She didn’t ask immediately about what happened, but her curiosity was obvious enough to read into her body language, and for some reason, I was actually looking forward to telling her once Shawn left. I shake my head in embarrassment, blowing off her praise. “I really wasn’t.”“Oh, come on. You’re a stranger at the complete mercy of a pack you don’t know, and yet you just asserted yourself to their Alpha. That takes guts. I don’t think I would’ve been able to do that.” She peels back one of my bandages and I grit against the pain.She smiles apologetically at me before her features return to their usual focused expression. I brave a look toward the wound on my arm and the sight turns my stomach. “You’re one to talk about being brave,” I say, laughing shakily. “I can’t imagine doing what you do and seeing the kind of injuries you see on a near
*Shawn*Vanessa’s determination threw me for a loop. I’d put her on the spot, essentially demanding she either admit to being unable to complete the trial or to lie … but she did neither. Instead, she accepted it with a conviction I would never have expected from someone who was dragged into this compound half-dead a week ago. It wasn’t just that she agreed to do what would be an impossible task for most people. Even I am struggling to come up with a way to compensate for our lack of numbers in a way that can allow us to both hunt and protect the pack. I could tell that she doubted herself, for just a moment there. But it was the way she seemed to push through all of that and look me in the eye to tell me that she would do it. That was what shocked me.I wasn’t being dishonest when I said that I believed she could handle it. But still, seeing the change happen right in front of me where she just snapped into that focus, was unexpected. “Hello? Again? M
*Vanessa*I can’t say that I’m too pleased with having a new babysitter.Granted, I wasn’t expecting Shawn to give me free rein to move around the compound wherever I liked even while completing this challenge of his, but I definitely wasn’t super thrilled about my new warden being Aaron. But even the slight anxiety I feel about having him watch over me with his hawklike stare can’t dampen the excitement I feel. And last night, when I fell asleep still thinking about Shawn’s compliments, I had the best rest I’ve had in ages. Against all expectations, I was beginning to find my footing. The next morning though, when I get ready to leave the infirmary and meet Aaron at the territory entrance, I remind myself that I’ve already come a lot further than I thought I would in a strange pack.Having been pleased with her final assessment of me, Amara gives me a sympathetic look as she sends me on my way.“Just a heads up, don’t let Aaron intimidate you. His bark
*Vanessa*The next day is set up similarly to the one before. A tour around the compound revisiting all the groups I did before, only this time I'm supposed to be joining in a meeting to discuss the solutions I’d come up with at each station. I worked well into the night, trying to streamline as much of their current systems as I could, but it was daunting. Not the challenge in coming up with solutions itself —I was finding that to be the easier bit. No, it was figuring out how I was going to aim for improvement without overstepping my boundaries or giving Ashborne any more reason to suspect me. If Shawn thought he wasn’t able to change things as he wanted without the pack misreading his intentions, I wasn’t sure where my confidence was supposed to come from. But this is the only choice I have. I have to make it work.Aaron meets me at the same spot we did yesterday morning, his face no happier to see me than it was then. But—and it’s a very cautious ‘but’—I
*Vanessa*I’m running faster than I’ve ever run before. My feet pound into the ground beneath me with every step, right into the forest floor, sinking half an inch into the hardened mud before shooting out and propelling me forward once more. My lungs feel like they’re going to burst and sweat drips down my neck and back, cooling rapidly in the frosty air. Behind me, I hear the shouts coming up in the familiar voices of my pack. They scream obscenities at me as they chase me, the promise of bloodshed thick in their tone. As though I’m prey or a foreign threat they’re driving out of their territory and not one of their own. Tears are falling down my face, wetting my cheeks, and dripping into my mouth until it's filled with salt. There’s no moon above. The only light comes from the glowing yellow eyes of my pursuers, incomprehensibly bright enough to dimly light the path ahead of me, which terrifies me because it means they’re drawing closer.
*Vanessa*“Alright, listen up. I want you all to pair off in groups of two, with one shifter being the medic and the other the patient. I’ll go through the medical protocol for various hunting-related injuries and I want you guys to simulate how you’ll go about addressing the wounds with the kits I provided.” Amara’s voice is laced with authority, and when I take a look at the dozen shifters before us, I can see the deference in their faces. It gives me an odd sense of pride. Amara and I had spent the rest of the night going through ways to improve Ashborne’s medical system. She listened to me, asking questions, making notes of the answers, and even offering some suggestions of her own. It was strangely validating, to be taken seriously. Like Aaron, she let me introduce all of the new ideas to the shifters first before she went into detail implementing them. I could tell that they couldn’t see the point behind the small first-aid sessions I’d suggested and
*Vanessa*“I told you it would take around two months. I got it almost to the day,” Amara says triumphantly, removing the last stitch from my arm. “This isn’t permission to lose your mind and go cliff-diving or anything like that though, got it?”I flutter my eyelashes at her innocently. “Why not? You’re such an excellent medic, I feel fully confident that I could do anything and know that you’ll patch me up.”“Ha, ha,” Amara adds sarcastically. “I can promise you that if you waltz in here with any stupidity-induced injuries I will not raise so much as a finger. You’ll have to find another medic.”“And I thought we were becoming friends,” I note, hopping off the bed and stretching.“I have standards even for my friends,” Amara replies, packing the equipment she’d been using back into the kit and beginning to tidy up. I smile, enjoying the feelings of comfort and familiarity her friendship brings me. The two months since the attack flew past in the blink o
*Shawn*She looked nervous when I asked her to dinner, like she still wasn’t sure whether or not she could trust me. I guess I can’t blame her. It may have been two months since she first came here, but I know that even without any of the details, whatever reasons she has for not being able to return to her old pack must’ve wrecked her faith in people. It pains me to think that she has a reason to feel that way, and even more so when she downplays her skills. Over the past few weeks, she’s dismissed most of the compliments she’s been given by me, or the other occasional shifters. But I’ve watched her grow exponentially even in this last month alone. I’ve memorized the look on her face when she’s really concentrating on something, the way she wrinkles her nose slightly and constantly tucks her hair behind her ear, even when it’s perfectly neat. Or the way she lights up when she finally manages to come up with a solution to a problem that’s been i
*Vanessa*I don’t recognize the girl in the mirror. She has my dark hair, set loose in dark curls that reach the middle of my back and plaited in some parts with pretty little white flowers. Her skin is flush with nervousness, but this time, there’s an excitement that overpowers it. The biggest thing that makes her hard for me to recognize is the feeling of pure joy and contentment it shows on her face.My face.It’s an expression I’ve come to wear very often.“Dahlia, I swear to the Goddess, if you lost the veil…” Amara warns, sounding as distraught as if it were her mating ceremony. She’s been buzzing around me the entire day, insisting I do nothing but get myself ready. Dahlia looks contrite. “No, I put it in a very safe spot, okay? I just … happened to forget where said safe spot was and then there was no time to look. But don’t panic! I have a plan.”Amara looks very much as though she is panicking. There’s practically steam coming out of her ears. I chuckle, putti
*Vanessa*It’s dusk by the time Aaron and Amara finish their date and make their way back to Ashborne. Having already started working on the crafting of the mating token, I decided to sit just outside and wait for them to get back. I don’t want to fling myself at them and bombard them with questions, knowing how important it is for them to spend as much time just enjoying each other as possible, but I can’t help the surge of curiosity and excitement I feel. I’m dying to know how everything went. One good sign though, is what happens when I first spot them. They’re walking together, close enough for their arms to brush as they walk, and from what I can see of their body language, they move with a sort of relaxed demeanor that can only happen when things have been going well. They’re far enough away for them not to see me when Aaron tugs on Amara’s hand to bring her to a gentle stop before drawing her in for a kiss. I’m glad they can’t hear the absolutely chi
*Shawn*“I thought I’d take it upon myself to run this council meeting.” Elder Luka stands tall and imposing, their eyes roving over everyone else from the seat beside mine. I’m sitting in the head seat, the one reserved for the Alpha. Usually, it would seem like a place of authority. But now, it’s more of a hot seat. But knowing Elder Luka’s fondness for Vanessa does make me feel more positive about the whole thing. My eyes immediately go to Henley, who’s sulking at the far end of the table. I resist the urge to smirk. “These matters are not foreign to us. However, we do find ourselves in a rather unique predicament where the shifter who might become our Luna is a foreigner to us. Her circumstances are definitely the first of its sort that Ashborne has seen,” they continue. “That, I believe, does require some extra consideration.”I wait my turn to speak, which will come at the end of their line of questioning. I keep myself calm, trying not to let my uneas
*Vanessa*I’ve never seen Amara nervous before. Usually, she’s the most calm and level-headed person in the room, but now she’s unrecognizable with a slight shake in her hands as she tries to fix her hair in an upstyle. I watch from my perch on her bed. “Okay, I’ll ask you once and only once. Is there some kind of blackmail ploy I’m unaware of? Or maybe some hidden gun somewhere pressed to your back?”Amara spins around quickly. “What do you mean?”“I mean, you’re acting like you’re going out to meet an executioner or something. Not the guy you’ve been looking forward to spending time with since he asked you out,” I explain.She sighs warily, turning back to scrutinize her reflection in the mirror. “I can’t help it, Vee. I just want things to go smoothly, you know? It’s so much easier to enjoy something when there aren’t any expectations that come with it. And adding a label to stuff tends to create those expectations.” I stand up and walk over to
*Shawn*“I was waiting for you to finally come see me.” Amara glances at me over the paperwork she has splayed across her desk. “It’s about time you start putting together plans for a decent proposal.”“How could you possibly—” I begin, completely dumbfounded at how she knows what I came here to do. But she fixes me with a look. “Don’t insult me by thinking I don’t know you. Twenty years of friendship isn’t child’s play,” she says, her voice deadpan. She gestures at the open chair in front of her. “Have a seat.”I chuckle at the formalness and move to sit opposite her. “So, when did you decide to propose to Vanessa?” she asks, steepling her fingers beneath her chin and resting her elbows on the desk. I try to decipher whether she’s being serious or not with how strict she looks.I was expecting Amara to be her usual cheery self, to jump up and hug me in congratulations.I know that she’s become Vanessa’s best friend, but surely she doesn’t think I w
*Vanessa*“That was not even close to what I expected,” Aaron rasps out, lying flat on his back. I laugh, removing the knee I kept pinned to his neck. As I stand, I reach out my arm to help him up and he takes it reluctantly. “A warning would’ve been great. I had no idea you were training on your own.”“So what? Were you hoping to kick my ass thinking I was unprepared for it?” I ask. “Where’s the honor in that?”He rolls his eyes at me. “Who’s been training you other than me? I don’t remember teaching you that pin.”“Seth and Dahlia,” I reply airily, and Aaron grunts. “I think it’s important to diversify my training.”“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, still trying to regain his breath. “Damn, if your practice sessions over these last few weeks are anything to go by, you’ll be a killing machine before the end of the year. Any chance you’d consider joining the warrior sector?”“Ha. Now you’re just being sarcastic.”“Not in the slightest, for once.” He begins t
*Vanessa*As Shawn tells me about the council meeting with the Elders and specifically Elder Luka’s dressing down of Henley, I get so caught up in the story that I don’t even notice him absentmindedly playing with my hair. I laugh when I hear what Elder Luka said, and I laugh even harder when Shawn describes Henley’s reaction. I look up at him, watching the peaceful look on his face and I feel that contentment spread to me too. It’s so calming to see and hear him be happy. But as a comfortable lull settles into our conversation, I really think for the first time about something he mentioned earlier. “Wait. I’m sorry, did you say that you were planning on expanding our territory?” I ask him, suddenly shooting up.“Yeah,” he confirms, sounding confused. Excitement piques my voice. “I have an idea.”“Baby, please don’t tell me that you’re wanting to talk about strategy right now?” he pleads with a puppy look on his face. My stomach twists when
*Shawn*“Well, you seem to have plenty of new things coming up on the horizon, Alpha Shawn.” Nothing about Henley’s statement sounds congratulatory at all. Instead, he says it with clear resentment. Which only makes me happier to agree. “Yes. There are quite a few adjustments Ashborne will be making for the future. One of which is a plan to start expanding our territory within the next two years. I’ll be calling more council meetings to discuss plans regarding just how we’ll achieve that.”Henley’s eyes widen. “Expand our territory? Are you planning on staying here? I thought we would move again, and that this arrangement was only temporary,” he says, stuttering over his words. “No,” I reply simply. “This is one of the best possible locations for our pack to lay roots down. Our proximity to resources, fertile hunting grounds, and other pack patrol paths is as good as we could hope for. I doubt we’ll find anything better unless you plan to drive another pack
*Vanessa*Waking up in Shawn’s arms feels like a luxury. This time, I don’t have to leave in the early hours. This time, I can allow myself to relax and enjoy the feeling of his warmth and weight against my body. Last night felt like a dream. Not only did I finally feel like I was able to fully embrace becoming part of Ashborne without any last remnants of my time with Helbane and Trent, but Shawn opened up to me and allowed me to see the more vulnerable parts of himself. It felt like on both counts, I was beginning to get more serious.And while I know that I should probably have some work to do today, I don’t want to leave the comfort of Shawn’s bed. “Up already?” His voice from behind me is groggy and deeper than normal due to sleepiness, but it sounds so attractive that my stomach twists into knots.“It’s my first official day as an officially-instituted strategist. I figured I should probably start getting ready to make a good first impression,” I