Infirmary
Perrin
“What do you mean, ‘roomie’?” I asked Ethan.
“They upgraded me to a different recovery room seeing as I only need half the hardware now.” He gestured to the IV needles sticking out of his arm. “Apparently they trust me to breathe on my own seeing as I can wander these hallways like a lost wolf--” Lo turned red in the face, “and they moved me to one of the active recovery suites.”
“How do you know who it is?
“Name’s on the door. I didn’t recognize the last name but it all makes sense.”
“So, you’ve met him?” Lo inquired.
InfirmaryJazI was in shock. The words had escaped my lips before I had time to stop them. But I held his gaze because I could. Because it was my blood-right to do so.I took deep breaths, my heart hammering. How had he found me?“I like Jasmine. It suits you.” His tone was casual, almost conversational. As if he hadn’t just found the daughter he once thought dead. But this was also completely like the man I remembered. Cool. Casual. Collected. Void of feeling.He continued speaking. But the healers tell me you go by Jaz here? That has a nice ring to it.”“Please--&
Pack HousePerrinI knocked softly on her door, then waited. Checking my watch, I knew there was a chance she wouldn’t even hear me. But after a minute I heard the soft footfalls on the carpet, and then the *click* of her door unlocking.Lo swung it open, blinking into the bright light of the hallway. She wore purple satin pajamas, the strap on one shoulder dangerously close to slipping off her shoulder. Her straight hair was unusually messy, tousled in front of her face. She swept it out of her eyes as she adjusted to the light. Her dimples were pink from deep sleep, and there was a slight line of a pressed bedsheet etched into her cheek. I resisted the urge to touch it.“Perrin?”“Morning.” I said, clearing
Pack HousePerrinI had pushed myself harder today than I had the previous week, if that was even possible. I was exhausted and just grateful to have time to shower. The sauna at the lodge that had usually done wonders for my sore muscles just left me feeling dehydrated and even more tired.Seth had suggested a massage, but I wasn’t interested. I just wanted to sleep. I was excited at the prospect of Ethan rejoining the training, despite how behind he probably was and how easy he’d need to take it. I just needed to focus on that. On Ethan. Not Ethan and Lo. No Jaz. Just the Sacred Call.I dragged myself into my suite, feet heavy and legs sore. I had stopped by the kitchen on the way up and requested that Dina send food up to my room. I didn’t often request room serv
PerrinMy phone beeped on the way to the Infirmary the next morning. I half expected it to be Jaz, but it was a group text from Kira.KIRA: Hey! So party at Toby’s tomorrow night. I already checked and none of you are on patrol duty so you have no excuse not to be there! Invite whoever you want xoxoLO: Sounds like fun! I’d love to comeETHAN: Perfect timing! I’m busting out of this joint first thing Saturday. So glad to hear you all are throwing me a party.KIRA: You’re hilarious.ETHAN: Want to kick it up a notch? I’m sure I can steal a few pills from the pharmacy while I’m a
Pack house lobbyPerrinI had showered after the morning session at the Lodge and waited anxiously for Lo in the pack house lobby. I wasn’t used to pacing, but I had a small fear that she’d decide not to come. And I really wanted to apologize.“So, what was all the fuss about?”I turned, spotting her strolling away from the elevator doors. She was dressed in a dark grey t-shirt and white jeans. She looked chic and casual, all at the same time. I wish Kira would take a leaf out of her book. No Luna should be caught with ripped black jeans and rock band t-shirts.“Thanks for meeting me.” I let out a deep breath.She opened her arms in a gesture that said &ldqu
LoI had spent most of the day before in the pack archives. I was running on caffeine and adrenaline and just so satisfied to be back in one of my favorite places.And this morning, I was going on my very first--well, second-- date with Ethan.A soft knock sounded at my door.“Good morning Kira.”“Hey,” she said, letting herself in. She was dressed in yoga pants and a hoodie and smelled faintly of rum. I decided not to say anything.“What’s up?” I asked.“You’re up early.”
LoI puckered my lips, finishing my lip gloss and took a step back from the mirror.“Not bad!” Kira whistled from the bed.“Thanks,” I said blushing. “Think he’ll like it?”Kira just laughed and hopped off the bed. “So, where are you meeting him?”“Henry’s Pierside,” I said, pulling out my phone and referring to Ethan’s last text.“They have great mimosas.” Kira said reflexively, “and great brunch, obviously.”“Alright, well I better get going!” I grabbed my clutch and headed for the door.“Hav
The LodgePerrin“Ready to rock?”“If by ‘rock’ you mean ‘kick your ass,’ then yes, absolutely.” Ethan couldn’t keep the grin off his face and neither could I. It was such a buzz to have him here. He had missed the morning session. I knew he had been on a date with Lo, but Seth had given him a pass.“Remember to take it easy, ok?” Seth had said over his clipboard, eyeing the two of us.We began a slow jog on the treadmill. The easy pace allowed us to chat, while giving Ethan an easy excuse to test his endurance and take it slow.“So, how do you feel?” I asked him.“On top of
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