Pack infirmary
Jaz
“And we can make this work.”
As Perrin spoke, the weight of the last several days since I called it off came crashing down on me, an immense tidal wave of exhaustion. I felt like I had been drowning, unable to focus, chest tight, and forcing myself by the minute to keep going.
His words, though unexpected, had come as unexpected though welcome relief. I finally felt able to breathe again, and the only thing I wanted to inhale was his scent.
I leapt up into his arms, hurdling myself into his embrace. Our lips crashed with intensity, as though the days spent apart without talking had built up a dam finally being released.
I heard him groan as the weight of my body
Pack infirmaryPerrinWe were both breathing hard, the smell of sex permeating the room. She was laid out face-down on the patient bed, legs spread before me, the perfection of her glistening body on full display.I was panting, partially from cumming and partially because those final thrusts had caused a burst of pain in my side. But I couldn’t help but smile. Her ponytail askew, her entire body flushed pink--all because of me, was completely mesmerizing. How had I ever let her get away?I pulled out of her, leaning across the patient table to a stand with medical supplies. I grabbed a towel and wiped off, handing her a second.I turned to give her privacy, though the intimacy of that was laughable. I had been balls deep in her mom
Pack House Conference Room Leila I nervously sat in the large leather office chair, my legs barely touching the ground, despite my high heeled shoes. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous. I leaned over the gleaming conference table, inspecting my reflection. My hair was straight, forming a sharp bob at my shoulder. I had gone with moderate makeup, demure earrings, and for some reason-- a blazer. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to have my photograph taken, but if I was, I didn’t want my photo looking anything like it did that night at the pier. I wanted to be seen as mature. I wanted to be taken seriously. And a blazer might--well, could-- help me do just that. I laughed at myself as I realized
Pack House Conference RoomLeila“Let’s change the subject, shall we?” said Lester.“Please.” I responded, slightly relieved. He tapped the recorder again.“Seeing as your eighteenth birthday is coming up, where do you see yourself finding a role within the pack?”“Are you asking me, ‘which pack?’” I asked flatly, annoyed with the word play.“No, Leila. I’m just simply wondering where your career trajectory is taking you.”“Oh!” I replied, feeling stupid. Maybe he wasn’t trying to trick me. “Well, I really love pack lore and pack histor
Infirmary Deidre “Thank you, Cynthia. I’ll be done around 7. Can you let Charlie know?” “Yes, Luna.” Cynthia turned into my office, taking my coat with her. I continued down the hall of the research wing, eager to find Jennivah. I had called her earlier, letting her know I needed to touch base with her about the development of Ethan’s condition--and more specifically, to tell her what Jason, Mark and I had decided about Ethan. “Luna?” A voice floated down the hall. A healer that I recognized as Naineeve was rounding the corner with a set of vials. “Ah, Naineeve. I didn’t see you there, dear. Do you know where Jennivah is?” “Um. I think she’s
LoBuzzing, I didn’t even bother heading back up to my room. I grabbed the car keys out of my tote bag as I left the conference room and strode confidently across the lobby.I knew that I had crushed the end of that interview. I was so proud of myself. Everything had gone exactly as planned. And I had positioned myself perfectly; with such an ambiguous answer, Lester was left wondering exactly what I had meant by my answer. I grinned to myself. And so would his readers.**“How are you today, Lorrie?”She looked up at me, freckles pale under the fluorescent lights. “Well today. And thank you for asking.”“Checking
Chiyad Alpha Suite, HotelJustin“Did you learn anything useful today?”I sipped my bourbon as the masseuse continued to work my ankle, the other foot soaking in an ice bath.“A little.” The basis of my father’s conversation was either about training or the Aperture Alpha Dauphin these days. I had other things on my mind.“And?” He asked expectantly.“And,” I sighed, “He’s a really shitty sparring partner.”“That’s it?”“Well. I did get in his head a little bit.”
Chiyad Alpha Suite, HotelJustin“Thank you, this was all delicious.”A well-dressed waiter cleared the table set in the middle of the living room. The sunset had started, a dewey orange haze providing a beautiful backdrop to the dinner.“Indeed. Shall we toast, then?” Alpha Nael raised his glass. Kira followed suit with my wine, and I raised a glass of water. “Yes… to…. Relationships! To true mates!”Kira smiled broadly, small dimples crinkling her cheeks. She looked so happy. I sipped my water after clinking glasses with both of them.“And now,” he said, pushing back his chair. “I believe I should give you two some pri
Luna’s OfficeDeidre“I have Jennivah for you.” Cynthia’s voice echoed through the intercom.“Put her through, please.”“No, ma’am. I mean she’s here. To see you.”“I thought she was going to call.”“Apparently not, ma’am.”I glanced at the clock, closing my laptop and lowering my reading glasses. “Send her in.”“Yes ma’am.”A moment later, Cynthia opened
EPILOGUEMarge shuffled through the archive, her shoes making the only sound in the quiet stone building, echoing all the same through the high vaulted ceiling of the church building above. She raised a gnarled hand to the shelf and deposited the book after two tries, her hands shaking slightly with the cold. There were only a few books to return tonight. Far fewer than there had been when Leila had been here.So why had she waited until this late in the evening to do it? She just shrugged and pushed on, the slow creaking of the cart’s wheels punctuating the silence, her old watch on her pale wrist noting the time; 1:45 a.m.She really had no business being there so late. But she had gotten caught up in one of her research projects, spread out across her circulation desk and totally lost in thought until the rumble of her empty sto
Perrin“How long is it going to take?”I sat on Lo’s bed as she shoved clothes into her suitcase. “Maybe a week? I’m not sure.”“Why don’t you just leave all of that stuff here?” I pointed at the suitcase. “It’s not like you’re not going to bring it back.”She heaved a heavy sigh, full of fake exasperation. “I still have to pack it to move it down the hall. It’s just easier if I do it all at once.”“Nah. Let’s just throw it all in some garbage bags and unpack later.”She laughed. “Hand me those shoes?”I strode over and picked a pair
Perrin “Because I never want to create a monster like my father.” Silence hung in the room. I digested each word, the implications of it. “But you’re not…” I said, more for myself than for her. “No, I’m not. He never got his hands on me. My little brother made sure of that.” And even though she spoke in a viscous, quipping way; there was a hint of something grateful in her tone. “So he won’t be anything like him!” I said, assuring myself more than anything. “Does it matter?” She snapped, regaining her typical composure. “If my father’s insane lust for power is hereditary, then it’s best that the blood line ends with me. At least my brother won’t be breeding any offspring considering he’s gay–” sh
Perrin I glanced at my phone, then at Lo. We had made love for several hours, refusing to stop until we had our fill of each other. But each time hadn’t felt like enough, leaving us drained and happy but wanting more. After one particularly hot session in the middle of my bed involving whipped cream, I pulled her close to me, blissfully peaceful with her cradled in my arms. I felt her stomach growl against my hands. And apparently hungry. I swept my mouth to her ear and felt her shiver against me, goosebumps appearing up and down her body. I fought the impulse to warm her with every inch of mine. “Do you want me to get you a snack?” I said, and waved the small can of whipped cream in front of her face so she could see. She hummed lazily in my
PerrinAnd it had happened like that.I recalled the broad strokes for my friends.“You what?” Ethan said, shocked and nearly angry. “You can’t make that kind of promise!”Justin shook his head sagely. “That’s free reign, Perrin. And a dangerous move, backing out of every challenge. It puts you at a huge disadvantage if anyone trespasses on your territory.”“Or attacks on your land,” Ethan said.“Or poses a border dispute,” said Kira.“How will you expand?” Ethan asked, c
PerrinI tried to cover the nail marks she had left on my shoulder with a spare set of scrubs from Deidre’s office. It was no use. The scrubs were too small, tugging comically at my shoulders and Lo’s pink cheeks and ruffled hair couldn’t be fixed.We had retreated long enough to ourselves, and I pulled us back into the world of the living and down the hall, walking hand in hand as we rejoined our friends.Ethan smirked when he saw us. “Nice.”Kira rolled her eyes, glancing at her imaginary watch. “Couldn’t you two wait?”“At least get a shirt,” Ethan added, eyeing my bare chest. I had ditched the scrubs, unable to get them over my chest.
PerrinWe didn’t talk as much, even though that had been the plan.I had taken one of the chairs opposite Deidre’s desk, hoping to keep my brain thinking platonically for as long as possible. But part of me was still in shock. I could smell the smell of her coconut shampoo. See the glimmer of her earrings in the desk lap. And I had felt the tips of her fingernails as I held her hand; the short ones that she chewed on when she was reading and lost in thought.But I knew it was definitely her the moment I felt my head slightly dizzy with the draft of warm honeysuckle, intoxicatingly perfect.I wasn’t shy, needing to have her by my side. I pulled her easily into my lap, and she didn’t protest, as if still quite unsure that all of this was really happening either. She swun
PerrinAs soon as Mark dismissed the crowd, the crowd had begun to descend from the stands in droves. It hadn’t taken long for Lo to find me, fighting the current and pushing her way against the flow of teaming bodies and up to the platform.I sensed her, long before she ran up the platform stairs, Justin hot on her heels. I dove past my father, darted behind Mark and ran to meet her, not caring for any protocol or public indecency. I needed her.Her scent hit me first. It made my blood sing and my heart beat so fast I thought it would stop.And then there she was. The sight of my home and my heart, running and slipping across the wet platform towards me.My weight almost buckled beneath me, the unexpected reality of seeing her here st
Justin The arena was packed. I could hear an excited roar from the crowd from behind the Lodge, drifting over the top of the massive building and floating through the chill evening air. Lo parked illegally in front of the entrance to the building. Now was not the time to point it out. A series of battered and limp-hanging banners and signs showed the way around to the back. It had rained today, apparently, and we made progress towards the arena as quickly as we could, sludging through mud and the trampled pathway. A stadium had been erected, filled to the brim with stands of onlookers, cheering and applauding in a range of darkened colors, soaked from the rain. Despite the bad weather, it hadn’t dampened their spirits. The crowd had been here all night, awaiting the results. Colored tents for each challenging pack were spaced ou