I heard Trin's soft laughter, seeming to find the whole situation highly entertaining, but Matteus' voice sounded strangled. Panicked, even. "AVA! Please!" he cried out, and I could hear the heartache in his voice, a sound of something lost.
The others heard it too, and it only seemed to infuriate Saxon even further, Matteus' pleas cutting off with a loud crunch, sounding like it was inflicted by a solid fist. More sounds of a physical altercation followed, though it ended quickly, no doubt by Saxon's brute strength.I kept my back turned, and simply kept walking. Whatever followed wasn't my problem. Or so I thought. It was only moments later that I felt a strong pair of hands around my waist, easily lifting me and draping me over his shoulder. Haden, I realised. It seemed he had a knack for creeping up quietly."Put me down!" I hissed angrily, squirming and struggling against his grip, trying to make him drop me. His only response was giving my ass a firm spank, making me cry out more from indignation and shock than from the actual sting. "Cut it out," he said impatiently, as he carried me back over to their group. "No! Let me go!" I growled angrily as I struggled all the harder, earning myself another firm spank."You're not going anywhere," he said, all too calmly, his grip still holding me firm. "Except with us," Saxon added, coming closer and squatting down near my upside down face. He tangled his hand in my hair, firmly, yet more gently than Matteus had done the day previous, and forced me to look at him. He lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with a look of fierce, possessive jealousy, "Despite what these pathetic runts seem to think, you belong to me."My eyes widened as I stammered wordlessly, trying to shake my head, though it was held firmly in place."And you'll find me to be very protective of what's mine," he added, in a voice that send a cold shiver right through me. "I'm not going back there," I insisted, finally finding my words again, and he raised an eyebrow at me, "Oh? And where exactly do you plan on going?""Anywhere but there," I growled stubbornly, glaring at him in a way that could only be taken as a challenge. His eyebrow climbed higher as he looked at me for a long moment, but I held his stare, despite the knot of uncertainly forming in my stomach. Suddenly, he gave a soft laugh, shaking his head as he straightened again, "Fine. Trin, you seem to find her.. amusing. You can babysit while she gets herself lost out here. We'll find you on the way back."Trin seemed delighted, "Oh, this should be fun!" she exclaimed with excitement, "Seri, you should join us!" The other woman with their group snorted derisively, "Not a chance, you can keep that kind of 'fun' all to yourself." A few of the others laughed softly, and then louder as one added, "Yeah, you wouldn't want to break a nail, Serena." As Haden turned me upright and put me down, I noticed Serena's frosty, piercing glare at the one who uttered it, and got the distinct feeling that she wasn't someone to cross.Trin immediately began walking over to me, smiling brightly, but Saxon caught her arm, whispering something in her ear that made her smile falter, just for a moment. She studied me closer then, and nodded, the faintest of frowns on her features, before her wide smile returned just as quickly as it had faded. "Have fun, see you in a few days!" she said cheerily as she stepped next to me, linking her arm through mine and grinning at me.The rest of them began moving again, Saxon pausing to pull the twins roughly to their their feet, both of them looking worse for wear, though not badly injured. How much their rapid Lycan healing might have to do with that, I couldn't tell. Haden lingered a moment, giving Trin a long, pointed look, and she nodded, looking more serious again for a moment."I know," she whispered reassuringly, only loud enough for the three of us, "She's safe with me." Haden nodded, and turned to me, giving me a small, but warm smile, as he reached out to touch my cheek gently with the back of his fingers. It almost seemed.. tender. "See you soon," he said quietly, before reluctantly turning to follow the others, sparing a few glances over his shoulder at us as he left.Saxon turned to do the same, I noticed, though he made it look like he was waiting for Haden. Yet I could feel his piercing, icy gaze, somehow seeming just as reluctant to turn around and leave. This kind of sudden, possessive behaviour would have been unsettling enough from just one of them, but from both, especially combined with the twins' change in demeanor, it was enough to make my head spin."Seems like you're real popular," Trin said teasingly, as we watched them go. The twins were looking back now too, and I shook my head, confused. "That couldn't be further from the truth," I muttered, turning and trying to walk towards the South again. She kept her arm linked with mine though, allowing me to walk, but only further forwards the East - and further into Crimson Forest's territory.She raised an eyebrow at me as we walked aimlessly, "Yeah?" she asked, and I nodded. "Yeah," I said flatly, not really wanting to discuss my life with her, especially now that I had so many unanswered questions about it myself. She was determined though, or perhaps just incapable of taking a hint, "Well, you could at least tell me your name," she suggested. I sighed, "Ava," I said shortly, and she paused, studying me a moment, before continuing on."Huh. It's pretty, but it doesn't suit you," she said, still sounding so bubbly, and I blinked in surprise at her bluntness. "It.. doesn't?" I asked, and she smiled, shaking her head. "Nope, not a bit," she said, quite happily, and I frowned at her, "Why? And how do you know? You don't even know me.."She laughed brightly at that, "It's too.. precious," she said, grinning as I raised an eyebrow at her, uncertain whether to be offended or not. "You're pretty, just like the name, but you're fierce, too. I can feel it." I stared at her for a long moment, falling quiet, and she smiled, "I'm right, aren't I?" she asked as we continued walking, and I nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah, I guess you are."Her smile widened, "Mine's Trinity, but it doesn't fit me either," she said conversationally, "So everyone just calls me Trin." I nodded silently, and she seemed to take it as an invitation to keep talking, "I guess it's kind of hard to shorten Ava though. Only three letters and all.." I nodded again, and she sighed, stopping, "So are you really just planning on walking aimlessly?" I shrugged, and she rolled her eyes."What else would I do?" I asked her, "I'm certainly not ever going back to Silver Waters, and I've never been anywhere else to know.." I trailed off as she grinned, a look of sudden enthusiasm in her eyes. "What?" I asked impatiently, and she grinned wider, turning us in a slightly different direction and continuing on. "Well, lucky for you, I do know," she said, without elaborating any.I frowned, but didn't see much choice other than to walk with her. Trin would likely be just as able to throw me over her shoulder as Haden had. Besides, she had to sleep sometime, and slipping away unseen would have to have a far greater chance of success than trying to outrun a Lycan. She continued trying to make small talk as we walked, seeming mostly focused on learning more about Silver Waters. And me, though I didn't really feel like sharing much in that regard. It wouldn't be important anyway, given that I had no more intention of staying with them than with any other Lycan pack. We walked for hours, and eventually, she fell silent too, seeming to watch me with some degree of concern. I was more than a little bit tired of being looked at in that way. First the twins, then Saxon and Haden, now Trin, when all I wanted was to be far away from all of them. Except for Mama. I once again found myself wondering what could have happened to her. "What's up?" Trin asked gently, soundi
The room remained very quiet then, as Anna kept cleaning me up. Most of the wounds seemed superficial, at least. Some of them barely left a mark, despite the vibrant lines of dried blood that had covered them. If she found it strange, though, Anna kept it to herself. As soon as she was done, I went to the bathroom and washed up, before heading towards the kitchen, for lunch. As I stepped into the hall though, I heard their voices raised, seeming to argue, "How can Saxon want to take such people in? Into our home?!" Anna was asking, sounding shocked. "Yannick is dead, along with his Beta, and most of the pack," Trin was saying, sounding like she was trying to convince her. "They will have so little left, and they can't be held responsible for their Alpha being a.." Pete interrupted her, "But how do we know they're any better than he is? Especially his boys, you just said they were chasing that poor girl, right into our territory! With no respect for our border, or for her well-being!
I sat down on the other bed, letting the silence stretch out between the two of us, as Trin pulled out her phone and began typing quickly. Probably updating Saxon, I realised. I wondered how much she'd tell him, though the thought faded quickly as exhaustion suddenly set in. I yawned, stretching myself out, and laid back on the bed, letting my eyes drift close for just a moment. Or, so I thought. Next thing I knew, Trin was shaking me awake from the cold grip of a terrible nightmare. "Ava! AVA! Wake up!" she said loudly, trying to rouse me, and I sat up with a start, my eyes wide and heart pounding. It took me a moment to remember where I was, then I closed my eyes again, letting out a long breath and burying my face in my heads. "Thanks," I muttered, as she sat down beside me, still looking concerned when I lowered my hands again. "You get those a lot?" she asked, and I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. "I guess. No more than most people..""And how often do most peopl
Real or not, the comment was quickly pushed from my mind, as another sharp wave of blinding pain hit. I might be far too old to cry for Mama, but at this moment, I could think of little else. I'd do just about anything for her homemade migraine cure, and her comforting touch. It took until well into the next day for it to pass without her help, at which point I fell into a fitful sleep, once again plagued by nightmares. Those were always the same. A feeling of helplessness, being carried away amidst terrified screams, a fiery inferno, angry roars and the sounds of a fierce battle. I often wondered if it was somehow a memory of whatever Mama had been running from. I'd asked her once, but her face had immediately darkened, and she made me swear to never mention it again, and now I'd probably never know. I didn't see how a newborn could hold such vivid memories, anyway. The nightmares had been there as long as the migraines had though, like some kind of early warning signal, and I gues
"I.. I thought.." I stammered awkwardly as he stepped closer again, grabbing my wrist and pulling me against his broad, strong chest, "I told you," he growled roughly, "you're MINE!" I didn't get a chance to respond to that, as he tangled a hand in the back of my hair, lowering his head and pressing his lips to my own. I tried to protest, but he wrapped his other arm tightly around my lower back, taking my open mouth as an invitation to deepen the kiss, teasing my tongue with his own. My protests faltered as his taste filled my mouth, tempting me, beckoning me to give in. And for a long moment, I did, letting myself get lost in his delicious, possessive kiss. He didn't seem to want to let it end, but the sound of a vicious growl behind him made him lift his head, and I took the chance to pull away. Much to my shock, it was Haden standing there this time, looking just as furious as Saxon had a moment before, his eyes glowing golden. "Mate!" he growled, and Saxon stepped between him
I felt unsettled being here already. It certainly seemed more sophisticated than Silver Waters, but it also seemed so much larger, and busier, just like its people. I'd be easily recognisable here, given my smaller stature, and that would make slipping away all that much more difficult. And that was if Saxon ever let me leave his sight. Judging by the way he'd held me close to him for the whole journey, I wasn't entirely sure he would. I kind of understood that. Mate bonds had been treasured things in Silver Waters too, but I didn't understand how I could be either of theirs, let alone both, as they'd implied. Though not publicly, I noticed, as Haden met my eyes briefly in his rear view mirror. They'd given no one else any indication at all that I was his, too, and that left me with even more questions. Haden had also mentioned it feeling the same as what he'd felt with Saxon. Were they mates? It was certainly rare, for it to be two of the same gender, though not unheard of. It wasn
He kissed me with a fierce hunger, and I felt myself getting lost in it again. As his incredible taste filled my mouth, I couldn't help but return it with a hunger I hadn't even known I'd felt. And it felt good. Too good, I realised, as he moaned softly, pressing his body closer to mine, and I tried to pull away. Surprisingly, he allowed me to, only to turn me around to face Haden, standing close to me, that same hungry look in his intense green eyes. Oh no, I thought to myself, suddenly realising what was happening. He smiled, and Saxon nudged me closer, pushing himself against me from behind as Haden cupped my cheek with one hand, moving closer and pressing his lips to mine. His was more tender, at first, but just like Saxon's, the heat built quickly, leaving me breathless and aching for more. And they gave it. Saxon's hands began wandering over me from behind, while his lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, trailing soft kisses along it, while his hot breath made me shiver an
I felt hazy when I finally woke up. Confused, as it took me a moment to remember where I was, and all that had happened last night. I sighed and rubbed my eyes sleepily, before opening them and looking around Saxon's bedroom. I was alone, much to my relief, but also naked, and my clothes were nowhere to be seen. Noticing the door standing slightly ajar on one side of the room, I got up and crept over quietly, hoping it was a bathroom. It was, thankfully, and I closed the door behind me, locking it, before washing my hands and face, then gulping down some cold water. My stomach growled, reminding me once again how long it had been since I'd eaten anything, but given my missing clothing, water would have to be enough for now. Besides, a shower would be very welcome too, especially after last night. My body tensed just thinking of it, the way both of their hands had been all over me, and inside me. And how much they'd made me want it. I shook my head, and reached over to turn the wate
Haden and I shared a shocked glance, as Saxon tried to find the words to respond to Laila's suggestion. Nightfall had not had an official ally for decades, even I knew that. They had isolated themselves since the war with the Royals, shunning almost all outside contact, only becoming more and more insulated as the years passed. To say it was unexpected for them to not only be willing now, but actually suggest it themselves, was an enormous understatement. Laila and her Betas waited patiently for Saxon's response, and after a long moment collecting himself, he dipped his head graciously. "We would be honoured," he said humbly, and Laila beamed in response. "Wonderful. I think our packs could truly flourish together," she said brightly, with a glance in my direction. "And learn a great deal from each other," she added, and I couldn't help but think of the former Royal witches she'd mentioned.A part of me couldn't resist the pull of the past, yearning to learn more of where I'd come
I swallowed, the realisation that my existence was the catalyst for so much atrocity making me feel suddenly ill. Laila gently squeezed my hand again, quickly burying her feelings of anger and disgust, "It's not your fault," she said gently, "You had no part in this, and from what I'm told, you've fought their vile plans just as hard as we have."I nodded, though her reassurance barely scratched the surface of the guilt that I felt. "I'm sorry," I said quietly, "I would never have wished for any of this, not even on my worse enemy. Certainly not on my mates.. or on yours," I added, as a further pang of guilt hit with the recollection that one of her mates had been gravely injured too. "Thane.." I began uncertainly, "Our Elders, they'd heard.." she nodded, saving me from trying to find the words that could never even begin to express the depth of the guilt that I felt. "He's.. healing," she said with a sad smile, "Elyanna, and Dorian - our lead Doctor - are both helping him as best
I stared back at her, not quite able to find the words to respond. The nurse keeping an eye on me seemed equally uncertain, glancing nervously between us, and where Saxon was checking in on Haden. The Luna gave a soft, casual laugh as she noticed. "Relax, I'm not about to bite her head off," she said to the nurse playfully, before turning back to me, "But I did think it was past time we properly met. We are apparently related, after all." The nurse gave her a sharp look, but gave us a little more space, physically at least, though he continued to watch us like a hawk. Laila smiled warmly, as she noticed, "They seem as protective of you, as mine are of me," she said quietly, and though I frowned doubtfully, her words brought a warming kind of comfort. They did seem to care about me, certainly far more than Silver Waters ever had. She watched me patiently, and my mind was drawn back to her previous comment. "Oh.. I suppose we are related, aren't we?" I said awkwardly, and she respond
He'd been at the hospital when Mama had been brought in, I realised. Or, the woman I'd known as Mama, anyway, though it seemed like a lifetime ago, with all that had happened since. He smiled sympathetically, asking questions as he examined my leg, which I answered in something of a daze as all the memories came flooding back at once. So much, in such a short time, it was all too easy to get lost in it all. Saxon squeezed my hand as he sat beside me, bringing me back to the moment, as the nurse turned to report to a not so familiar pack doctor, who immediately began grabbing things from the largest med satchel I'd ever seen. He handed them to the nurse without a word, quickly moving on to help another nurse, then another. Far too many injuries, I realised, my stomach twisting in knots. I looked up at Saxon, barely managing to find my voice through the gut wrenching guilt and sadness. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, my voice turning to a whimper as the nurse began tightly bandaging my
I stepped backwards as one reached a thickly-muscled arm towards me, crying out as I put weight on my momentarily-forgotten injured leg. His hand only gripped my shoulder reassuringly though, then my waist as his expression turned to one of concern. His eyes went blank for a moment, presumably communicating with the two who had climbed through after him, their weapons already drawn as they moved towards Haden and Reagan. I attempted to struggle as he lifted me easily, shaking my head, but he was exceptionally strong, even for a Lycan, and gave a soft laugh in response. "Relax, Princess," he said, sounding half-mocking, yet somehow warm, "We're friends, you're safe now." He carried me towards the window, but stood aside to allow two more to climb through, before calling out to one on the other side. "Marcus! Take her, carefully.. she's hurt," he said, and another huge Lycan came over to the outside of the window, waiting to gently grab my legs as the first passed them through, desp
It was beautiful. Terrifying, no doubt, yet truly beautiful. Like thousands of tiny fireflies, aligned in pairs, blinking in the darkness.In a vibrant shade of royal purple. 'Saxon?'' I called to him, through the mindlink, and immediately felt his warmth. He was close, I could tell.'We're here, love,' he repeated, and I felt an enormous surge of relief, though it quickly changed to horror as Reagan stopped his pacing, slowly turning to Haden with a wildly savage look on his face. Then he grinned, a grin of complete, malevolent, insanity, that made my stomach turn, and lunged for him, daggers in each hand. "NO!" I screamed, shoving myself up and towards him, with all of the strength I had remaining. It wasn't enough. He was too far, and I was too weak.. but I had to try. I screamed again, as pain filled me, a fleeting thought wondered if I'd broken a limb, or several, but I ignored it. Reaching Haden was the only thing that mattered. Haden moved even quicker though, suddenly k
Reagan looked confused, caught off guard for a moment by Haden's expression. He looked between the two of us and his six men, seeming uncertain, before he looked at Haden again, drawing another of his hidden silver daggers. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, staring down into Haden's eyes, as he turned the dagger around and around between his long, slender fingers. "Is the poison affecting your wits, boy?" he continued, with a laugh that sounded a little forced. Reagan's head snapped around to his six men, "Look! The poor, pathetic Lycan boy's going mad!" he said with another bout of laughter, this time chorused by his men. Haden smiled wider, and it seemed to bother Reagan even further. "Well, come on," he said, gesturing grandly and raising his voice, clearly mocking, "Enlighten us with this joy you've found, at the end of your miserable life!"Haden muttered something, barely audible to my ears, and entirely imperceptible to theirs. My eyes widened, but I barely managed to swall
A dismissive grunt was followed by the sound of someone being roughly shoved aside, then heavy footsteps coming closer. Lifting my eyelids as much as I could without being noticed, I could see only one pair of worn, bedraggled, yet impracticably ornate boots on the floor in front of us. They had to be Reagan's. He was silent for a long moment, as though watching us, thinking, as the rest of the footsteps followed. They were much more hesitant, yet still fell in behind their madman leader. I wondered what he had promised them. For the twins, it seemed obvious, they only really wanted one thing. And the werewolves of course had their own reasons. But the rest?Why would the rest of the Silver Waters Lycans follow a werewolf Royal, hellbent on revenge against their kind? I was pulled from my thoughts by Reagan's uncomfortably cold fingers suddenly gripping my cheeks, lifting my head and roughly turning it back and forth. "Wakey, wakey, my sweet Princess," he cooed in a sing-song ki
I woke slowly, my hearing returning first, before I'd even regained the strength to open my eyes. As my mind slowly cleared of the heavy foginess, I kept them closed, listening to the voices around me. My heart sank as I desperately tried to hear Haden, but Ceridwen's voice in the back of my mind was soothing. "He's close," she murmured groggily, "I can feel him." Her words brought some relief, and I focused on assessing the situation we now found ourselves in. Listening for a long moment, it was clear there were guards around us, yet I couldn't hear any signs of Reagan himself close by. I was grateful for that, but a new rush of fear swept through me, as I thought of Saxon. Had they warned him? Was Reagan hunting him now? Or worse, I wondered, with a deep feeling of dread. Ceridwen made her frustration clear, though, and I turned to gently testing the binds I felt around my wrists, feet, and chest, instead. They felt strong, and tight, and I dared not test them too much, in case