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-Willow-“You don’t owe me anything,” Weston said as I handed him both a wet cloth and a cup of coffee.“He shouldn’t have punched you,” I whispered.Weston wiped the blood from his face and shook his head, but his lip was already healing. Carter had told me he would go look for Cain, but I knew he would need some time.“How did you know Cain used to be calmer?” I asked him.“My mate kept me updated, and even though I couldn’t see them, I made sure to keep track,” he informed me.“Jeremy kept you away?”“No, he told me I could see them if I wanted to, but it was too hard, which is why I stayed away. When they began growing up, I could feel the words on my tongue—words I knew they would understand as they grew older. But it would have ruined everything,” he revealed.“So instead of causing chaos, you… stayed away?” I asked in disbelief, and he sipped the coffee, nodding.“I did.”“Wow…” I whispered.“I truly do not wish you any harm. I just want to have a relationship with my sons again
-Cain- A storm was brewing outside, lightning piercing the sky and turning everything into the look of a horror movie, but only when it grew dark and too dangerous to be outside did I return back to my pack house. The whole house had gone to sleep. I could hear my bare feet tapping over the floor as I made my way to the bedroom. I opened the door a little, seeing Willow sleeping inside, and curled up on the bed. The sight of her always calmed me, but I hated that I had scared her a little today. I knew she had never truly seen my angry side or the things I could do, and I didn’t want her to. It was not a pretty side, therefore, I didn’t know if I should be close to her tonight. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to, but then Willow began stirring, our bond waking her and alerting her that something was wrong. She blinked her eyes open, then turned on the lamp beside the bed. “Cain?” she whispered. I didn’t say anything but remained in the doorway. She looked at me with a sad expression,
-Willow- “Just a tiny bit,” I insisted, holding up the toast with some jam on it to Carter. He shook his head and instead poured more whisky into his coffee mug, which was no longer 90 percent coffee and 10 percent alcohol. Now it was the other way around. “Come on, Carter, that’s not breakfast,” I pointed out and pressed the toast to his lips, but he turned his head and sipped his alcoholic coffee instead. “It’s better than breakfast,” he stated. “We both know that is a lie. Look at you!” I said that and gestured to him. “Have you slept?” “No.” “And you’re not eating either. It’s not good,” I told him. “I am eating,” he said, holding up his mug. “That’s not food.” “It’s my hangover cure.” “How? It’s making you drunk.” “So I don’t get hungover,” he countered, smiling smugly. I rolled my eyes, then pressed the toast to his lips again. “Eat!” “Woman!” he scolded, grabbing my wrist and pushing the toast away. “I am not a baby!” “Then why do you act as one?" He looked anno
-Cain-Willow walked almost like a robot into the dining room, so quiet as we joined the others. I felt slightly overwhelmed too, but it was clear my mate was processing. “So how did it go?” Weston asked as we joined them at the table again. “Fuck, I wish I was allowed to drink right now,” Willow groaned and chose the seat beside Carter this time and took his mug, smelling the alcohol because she couldn’t drink it. “You think you can get drunk on the smell?” Carter and Weston looked confused at Willow as I sat down in my former seat. Weston turned to me, looking concerned, but then I held up the ultrasound to him, and his eyes grew big. “Twins,” he said. “Let me see,” Carter told him, and he snatched the ultrasound. “Ooooh.” “Sometimes it is in the genes,” Weston teased. “You will have your hands full,” Carter chuckled, waving the ultrasound around. “Why do you think I am smelling your mug?” Willow asked, making us chuckle. “Oh yes, just laugh because none of you will push not
-Willow-I was home by myself, Cain having taken Carter out for a drive as he kept spiraling into a dark hole. I really hoped that Weston was right and that everything was going to be solved, because I hated seeing Carter like this. Only two days had passed since we were at the palace, and he was just getting worse. I even contemplate calling Eva and having a chat about it. She always seemed to know what to do in such a situation, but as I had the phone in my hand, coming down the staircase, the doorbell rang. I walked over to the door and was surprised to once again find Weston on the other side. “Hello, Willow,” he greeted. “Weston, Carter, and Cain aren’t here right now.” “That’s good. It’s you I wanted to talk to,” he told me. “Um, okay. Come inside.” I invited him in, and we found a quiet place to talk in a small living room. We had some snacks and tea beside us, but Weston touched none of it. He appeared almost nervous as he sat in front of me, rubbing his hands together. A
-Willow-I felt warm lips press against my neck, and I jumped a little. I turned, seeing Cain look confused at me as I reacted so powerfully to his touch. “Did I scare you?” he chuckled. “I, um…” I had not even heard him enter the room I was still standing in after bidding the king goodbye. I was so lost in my own world. “No.” “You sure? Your eyes are all big and filled with surprise,” he pointed out. “I’m fine. How was the drive with Carter?” I questioned. “Well, he definitely seems to have been uplifted a little, or so I thought,” he sighed and went to sit on the couch, reaching for some of the treats I had standing out and not asking to be taken care of. “Oh?” “He went right for the liquor cabinet when we came back. I can’t take this, Willow,” he groaned as he leaned back on the couch, munching on a cookie. “He just won’t talk to me!” “Well, Weston has promised we will know soon,” I reminded him. “When is soon? It’s almost a week later,” he pointed out. “And my brother is g
-Cain- “I don’t see the point in this,” my brother said as we stepped into the little gym we had in the house. I placed myself on the blue mat, jumping a little up and down and getting ready, yet Carter was standing at a distance, wearing sunglasses inside and a big hoodie over his training clothes that I had forced him to change into. He didn’t just look hungover, he was perfect for putting on a poster that advised people not to drink. He looked like a fucking mess. “You need it,” I told him. “Does it look like I want to workout right now?” he asked. “We are fighting and keeping our skills sharp,” I explained. “Why?” I didn’t really know what to say. What Willow had confessed to me scared the living shit out of me. Was my brother truly so depressed that he had become suicidal? Willow feared it, and we weren’t able to get Carter to react until the next day, and then we didn’t know what to say. So, I thought, after two days of leaving it alone, we needed to get him going again. Th
-Cain- “Goddess, look at your faces!” Willow exclaimed. “You’re starting to do serious damage!” As Carter and I sat down to eat, Willow came to inspect me, tilting my head to the side and taking in the cuts and the swelling. I grabbed her hands, kissed them, and then pulled her down on my lap. “We are fine,” I assured her. “We will heal,” Carter added. “Why are you hitting each other so hard?” “It’s called practice. We are keeping our skills sharp.” “But Carter can’t even open his right eye, and the cut on your lip is so swollen, I fear you can’t eat!” she scolded. “Eat the food or your—” I didn’t get to finish that sentence as she placed a hand over my mouth. “Not funny.” I pulled her hand down. “I think it was rather funny.” “What won’t the council think when they see you like that?” she murmured. “What do you mean?” She glanced between Carter and me, who looked puzzled at her. “You didn’t notice the meeting the council has called? Have you two been that distracted late