Alastor POV
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Alastor cursed and shoved Blake away from him. The bastard had given away their position. As he shifted, a call to arms shouted across the escort. The three men shifted, planting themselves between him and Taylor. However, she wasn’t his target. Ronnie and Callum would secure her.
The anger bubbling under his flesh pumped a thick spike of adrenaline through his blood, propelling him forward. In five bounds he was upon the enemy, a snarl on his lips. Blake was a step behind him, his black wolf locked onto the largest of the three men. Alastor didn’t care. He just wanted someone to sink his teeth
Alastor POV - “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Taylor’s lip worried between her teeth, her eyes flickering to Alastor. He tried to reassure her with a smile, but it only served to narrow her gaze on him. He huffed. It would take some work to warm her to him, but Mina called her a friend so he would do it. “I’ll be fine.” Blake smiled, though his eyes also flickered to the Lynn twins. “Are you sure you’ll be okay.” A heavy sigh heaved at Alastor’s chest. He had never known siblings to be so protective of each other. He had definitely never treated Owen as delicately. He swung an arm around Blake’s shoulder, his smile growing with the sudden tension of the Issacs wolf. “You’re in safe hands, Taylor, and so is he. Get going and we might catch up to you in a bit.” Though she didn't look convinced by him, Ronnie took her hand, while Callum coaxed her to go with them. They watched the trio as they began their climb up the mountain, only a few hours from reaching the pack. As soon as
Blake POV - It was the question he had been waiting for since Alastor suggested letting the others go ahead. It had been clear he wanted to talk on the walk home, trying to draw Blake into conversation but he shut him down for as long as he could. He even guided them to the water so he could delay talking just a few more minutes, but it had finally come. The ‘why’ question. Blake wasn’t sure he could answer without making excuses for his behaviour or cracking open a part of himself he wasn’t sure he was ready to show. It wasn’t going to be easy telling this stranger all the ways he had been wrong in the past year, but somehow it felt like the only option. Though Blake had rejected Williamina, and any hope for a future place in her unit, just knowing Alastor would’ve been a wolf the Moon Goddess chose for his unit meant something. He hated how Alastor’s smile put him at ease, always averting his gaze to cling to the sour storm brewing within him. Hours ago, he had killed the last of
Mina POV - She had found it in the Alpha’s office, sitting atop a pile of folders as if Castriel had planted it there to spite her. It caught her eye immediately, the thick blue card adorned with white accents, and beautiful calligraphy. She had had to sign her fair few of these cards before. It was the formal design used for Clear blue for all of their announcements and invitations sent to other packs. The last one she had signed was her confirmation to attend the Luna court at the Diamond Ridge pack. Though that had only been a month ago, she picked up the invitation by the tips of her fingers, as if it was a treasure that would disintegrate at her touch. ‘To Alpha Castriel of the Blood Mountain pack, You are invited to attend the inauguration of Chloe Skye as the next Clear Blue Luna.’ Mina didn’t read further, the words blurring as tears bunched in her eyes. Roman was at her side in a moment, his arm wrapping around her waist, drawing her into his body. He plucked the invite
Mina POV - “So, somehow you managed to win over Alastor in an afternoon? You know that took me twenty-five years and the Moon Goddess’ blessing to do? You have to tell me your secrets.” She smiled and bumped again Blake, who was sat beside her on the ledge. The height still made Mina’s stomach feel lighter than it should, but the peace of the view was worth the fear. She had spent too many days in a room deep in the packhouse or the cell, where she couldn’t feel the fresh air. Now she couldn’t get enough of it, even the wispy air at the high altitude. Inside the heart of Blood Mountain gave her the same feeling, but she did miss the blue expanse above her. Maybe she should suggest they paint the inner walls. With her legs dangling over the sheer rock wall that formed the hidden path to the pack’s entrance, the rock biting into the back of her thighs was a comfort. It was a reminder that she was safe and grounded. Mina shifted on the ledge, settling into a comfier position. She winc
Blake POV - “You’re holding back.” Roman growled as he landed another punch to Blake’s gut. The wind burst from his lungs, his abdomen tensing just in time to catch the blow and stop it sucker punching his internal organs. The force carried him back a few steps, but he let the momentum take him, rolling into it to put more distance between him and his sparring partner. Though, Roman was less like a sparring partner and more like a force of nature. He had happily accepted the sparring invitation, as had Alastor, but had been quick to step up for the first match and was quick to begin. He had come at Blake with singular focus, his attacks strong, his purpose clear. Though Williamina may have forgiven Blake for his choices, and Alastor was beginning to understand why he made them, the Lynn wolf had not. Blake could see it now, burning in his steely glare. Anger. Distrust. Pain. They battered him with each blow, and he let them, taking the force of each one. “Take it easy.” Alastor
Roman POV - He chose his wolf form to sit atop the mountain path and wait. Though Roman had trained his senses to stay heightened in his human form, he felt more comfortable on enemy territory in his wolf. He had tried to encourage Mini to leave, to go back to the Lynn village, but she decided to stay. There was a light in her eyes he hadn’t seen before, and he couldn’t deny the way she seemed so relaxed in Blood Mountain. However, he didn’t like it. This pack had taken his mate, had tried to force her into being Castriel’s Luna, had hurt her. Roman’s jaw clenched. He supposed it wasn’t the pack who had done that, but Blake. A low growl built in his chest. He couldn’t understand why Alastor and Mini had seemingly forgiven the Issacs wolf so quick. Does a mate bond brush away all previous misdeeds in their eyes? It didn’t for him. Roman didn’t trust him, playing the victim now after so long being Castriel’s dog. A few good deeds wouldn’t change that. Especially ones done for all to
Roman POV - A sudden flash of black moved behind the enemy. A Blood Mountain wolf? He sniffed the air but couldn’t catch its scent. It moved fast, it must’ve been a warrior. Why did it hide in the shadows? Roman needed help, and he needed it now. If they were a part of the patrol, there’d be more wolves with it, but it was seemingly alone. He wondered if it was Blake. He knew the wolf would be ready to watch his downfall. To let Roman die here, and to pretend to simply find the body later, would serve him and his innocent act. Why help, when Mini wasn’t here to see it, and getting rid of Roman would make his life easier? A snarl built in his throat, anger pooling in it thick and heavy, enough to make his enemy pause. He needed to prove Blake’s righteous act was false and this was the man he truly was. One that would happily watch his unit die to benefit himself. However, even if he could prove it, it’d be pointless unless he found a way to survive. Before another wolf could attac
Roman POV - Roman was running again, pushing harder and faster than he ever did for himself. His parents were in danger, and there was nothing else that mattered to him in that moment. He was limited only by Blake’s speed as he followed the Issacs wolf to the infiltrators, but every time he pushed his speed on, Blake responded in kind. He moved fluidly through the trees, as if the path over loose roots and around bushes was mapped out for him. Each step was confident, unburdened by the uncertainty of the territory like Roman had. Blake took him directly through the forest, avoiding the tediousness of the winding path, cutting their route in half. When Roman heard the first growls and snarls of a fight, adrenaline flooded him. His paws pushed harder, eating up the distance, thundering through the woods as if racing the speed of his rapid heartbeat. He passed Blake, and charged onto the path. It only took him a breath to survey the scene. He saw his mother first, each crease worrying
Mina POV - The room was a rush of excitement, everyone moving around, getting ready, beaming with joy. Mina watched them all from the nest, pillows carrying her mates’ scents propped all around her. She inhaled it, letting the familiarity wash though her, soothing any lingering nerves for the day ahead. Two new scents mingled with her unit’s. They were fresh and clear like the morning air after a night of rain, but crisp and warm like a dry heat in the middle of summer. They warmed her with a love she didn’t know she could feel, one that was buried deep inside her, unlocked the moment she realised she was pregnant. It had been three days since her daughters were born. Three days to recover and bond. Three days for her love for them to grow so unbearable strong that she didn’t think she could contain it all. Small faces peaked out from yellow blankets, staring up at her with inquisitive eyes like they knew there was something different about that day. For young pups, intelligence
Mina POV - Concern for Blake swamped any grief that Mina had for Sam the moment he died. She raced to her mate, her eyes widening at the gash that carried the length of his body. She had seen him twist away from Sam’s blow, likely knowing he’d be the one targeted out of the three of them, but to see the amount of damage that had still been done made her feel sick. The cut was shallow but carried from his shoulder to his rump, in one straight slice that threatened to be so much worse. If he hadn’t anticipated Sam’s response, if he hadn’t twisted enough, if he hadn’t... A wet nose pressed to her cheek. ‘I’m fine.’ Then he rumbled a chuckle and gently pushed her to make her turn. ‘Though maybe the others need some attention.’ Mina spun on the spot, panic slicing through her, but it eased the moment she saw Roman and Alastor’s pout. She’d expect it from Alastor, but Roman’s bottom lip was firmly popped, eyes averted. They had shifted back into their human forms, leaning on each other
Roman POV - Given the look on Blake’s face, the wound was bad. It hurt like hell, but Roman had held a slim hope that his body was exaggerating the pain. The iron tang of blood and the wet heat coating his shoulder told him otherwise, but it was the worry etched into his mate’s features that convinced him. Not that it mattered. He could’ve lost his entire front leg, or been knocked unconscious, but would still get back on his paws and keep fighting. He did that now, forcing his legs beneath him, letting his unharmed three take the majority of his weight. A searing heat sliced from his shoulder to his front paw when he attempted to put any weight on it. He whined, but Blake was there, giving him a solid form to lean against, helping him to stand. Roman appreciated his lack of arguing, but it would’ve been hypocritical. If the unit had demanded the others to rest every time they were injured, Blake would still be in the packhouse cells and Allie would’ve clocked out after Derren’s hit
Blake POV - The brutality of Sam’s actions made Blake jerk. If how he treated Chloe, his own mate, wasn’t bad enough, he was trying to bond with another wolf just after she lost her own mate. Whether it was an act of desperation or pure cruelty, it was wrong. The anguish contorting Chelsea’s face twisted further as pain ripped through her. A forced marking was unpleasant, but it must’ve felt a lot worse coming from someone she had trusted. Blake knew it did from the way she struggled, the way she screamed. She tried to pull free of Sam’s hold, but his arms locked around her, holding her in place. Even the Diamond Ridge wolves around them, those who had ignored their Luna’s pleas to help Derren, looked uncomfortable. Finally, Sam pulled back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, matching the red line that slid across the Luna’s throat. “Accept it.” He snarled. “You promised me this, now’s the time to pay up.” Tears were already streaming down Chelsea’s cheeks, cries tur
Chapter 103 – I’ll do it myself Roman POV - The tightness in Allie’s jaw worried him. Derren’s blow had been hard and, if they were right about his ability, the hardest punch Allie had ever received. Roman was certain he had heard a crack, yet his mate was back on his feet again, walking into formation. He wanted to tell him to him to go back to Mini, to protect their Luna, but Taylor was already there, keeping an eye on her, Oliver and a still whimpering Owen. Besides, against a foe they didn’t know much about and already were struggling to face, the full force of their unit would be needed to kill him. With the cuts and bites on his own body, Blake still being weighed down after the poisoning, and Allie’s jaw, Roman wasn’t sure they could muster their full strength, but they had to try. Their packmates were fighting around them, keeping the bulk of the enemy away while they took on the leaders. They couldn’t let them down. They had to try and end this fighting before any more unn
Alastor POV - “Isn’t this sweet? A little family reunion. Two Hayres close to dead, and one soon to be.” Sam’s voice grated on Alastor as his attention flickered between his father and the bastard responsible for this mess. He avoided looking at Owen, his brother’s screams lessening to whimpers as the silver took root in his body. The knife Taylor used wasn’t pure silver like the blade that Owen had stabbed their father with. His brother would be able to bare the pain for a few hours before the poison would kill him. Alastor intended to leave it until the last possible second, so Owen would feel a small amount of the pain he’d caused Mina. “Your mother is going to be utterly heartbroken about the death of you three, and that’s before I let slip about the infidelity.” Sam laughed, the sound cruel and haunting. Alastor was sure he didn't care about the Hayre head cheating on his mate, but there was still some satisfaction to the words that let him know he relished every ounce of ang
Mina POV - Lover? Mina was struck immobile with the urge to recoil and surge a protest all at once. Her brow furrowed as she tried to picture her mother on Oliver’s arm, but she couldn’t do it. Not just because it was Oliver, but because it was anyone. Not once had her mother discussed having a partner, nor had she ever had a date. In all the years she had spent with her mother, Mina hadn’t even seen the woman look twice at another wolf. Not unless they had said something rude and she had to make sure they felt the full wraith of her glare. Surely, Mina would know if her own mother was keeping the company of another wolf under the packhouse roof? Yet, Sam seemed to know, and he had lived there just like her. But what about Oliver’s mate? Alastor’s mother? Did she know he was cheating on her, did she care? Mina was pulled from the questions flooding her mind at Oliver’s wheezes. Before he had cast her out of the pack, she had considered him something of a father figure. Despit
Mina POV - As Sam and Chelsea whipped around to face the oncoming threat, her unit pounced. As one, they charged forward in a blink, hitting the front line of the enemy wolves. They moved so fast, no one reacted before three throats were torn out, the first blood of this battle splattering across the floor. Mina winced. Two of those wolves were Clear Blue, but she hardened against the discomfort, knowing they were choosing to side with Sam. If they hadn’t known the truth her guilt would’ve eaten her alive, but she couldn’t feel bad with her unit protecting themselves. These wolves would kill them if given the chance and she knew her mates would give them the same consideration. However, they were trained wolves and wouldn’t go down easily. Alastor, Roman and Blake only took out one wolf each before the others reacted. They pulled around the closest member of her unit and battle ensued. The clash of warriors was a grating sound, the stench of blood slicing through the air immediat
Blake POV - Though a heavy weight riddled his body, Blake stood tall behind Willi. His canines were bared and he stared out at the mixture of Clear Blue and Diamond Ridge wolves that came to do Chelsea and Sam’s bidding. Though their presence was a threat, he was more concerned about Willi. She was still standing strong, challenging the enemy, but he could feel her through their bond. A deep, welling ache was growing beneath her composure as she faced the betrayal of her brother. Blake hadn’t known her when she had been close to Sam, but he knew how it felt to be discarded and used by family. He hadn’t even liked his, yet their betrayal cut deep. He couldn’t imagine the pain she was forcing herself not to feel in that moment. “So, you want to cut me off? You’re doing all this, so I won’t rely on you?” Willi called out. “Rely on me? You did more than that. I was your support for everything and what did I get for it? A whiny sister who didn’t know how good she had it and no credit