My body is shaking. Is there something wrong? Am I having a seizure? “Doc?! Are you okay?!” I struggle to open my eyes, feeling them to be encrusted. The shaking continues, and I’m not sure how to get it to stop.I start to twist and turn, my body aching with each movement. I feel like I’ve been beaten up many times over, and I’m just hurting. I don’t think there are any amount of pain pills that would be able to take this pain away. “DOOOOOCCCCC!!!!! Goddess, please wake up!” I start to moan; my throat’s so dry and scratchy. “Mmmm….mmmmm….mmmmmm…..” Fuck, this is crazy. I start to breathe in deeply, hoping I can get myself up. I don’t know why this is so hard. I just came here and laid down, so it shouldn’t be this hard. How long have I been here? Did I actually die at some point? I take a deep breath and pull at my eyelids, willing them to open. A beam of light hits my eye, and it’s fucking bright. I close them back and try to open them again, hoping they open wider this time. I ca
~Imogene~Things are actually going very well. I had an inkling of a plan, and it expanded on me. I’m truly surprised that it’s going so well. I don’t know if it’s due to my amazing planning skills or these dogs being that stupid. It really doesn’t matter why it is; it just is, and I’m okay with that fact. There will be an announcement at dinner informing the pack of the changes. I was hesitant initially; since Paul isn’t in charge, what difference does it make? I realize it all goes along with the celebrity status that there is in the pack system. Paul is greatly revered, and I’m getting that by association. Everyone will be excited about the news and clamor to do even more for us than they already do. I slick down my dress and slip into my shoes. I’m wearing a form-fitting maxi dress. I figure that I should wear it now before it becomes unreasonable to have it on. I hate to see what clothes I will have to wear in the future, but I will worry about that when I get to it. It’s time
~Nikki~Aluma gets us back to our home with Lynn in tow. “Can I get some water?”“Go for it.” Aluma sits on the couch, and she lets go, falling in the background while pushing me forward. I blink a few times, never having been out of control of my own body for that long. Thank you, Aluma. You don’t need to thank me. You just need to cut the shit! I need you to stay on point and stop letting that bitch get to you. Aluma throws a block up, and I assume she’s going to use this time to rest up. Everything she said is true. I need to focus on what’s in front of me rather than allow myself to spiral out of control at any little issue. There was a time when Aluma and I didn’t see eye to eye. She hated how I bent to Stuart’s will. She always wanted to push through and take control. Stuart’s wolf changed, and that changed Aluma. He has as much control over her as Stuart had over me. The fact is, though, we should have tried harder. We should have pushed against them and stood up for our kid
~Imogene~I tried to get out of the entire party, telling them that the announcement was enough, but that’s not how these dogs do things, which is annoying. Everyone was insistent on having this party, especially since Paul is a popular individual. I had to give in, unfortunately. I guess I shouldn’t be too worried about things. It isn’t like anyone here knows who I really am. Those who are looking for me have no idea where to find me. I don’t even think the two groups deal with each other, but one can never be too sure. The party is in two days, and I’ve been avoiding all the planning. I told them that I wouldn’t want to look for a dress. The truth of the matter is that I can put any outfit on myself at any time. I don’t have to go to a store, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave these lands; I have to stay as hidden as possible. It hasn’t just been this pack that’s been hounding me the last few days. My phone has been blowing up. I keep getting texts and phone calls, and I’
~Nikki~We’ve been over the plan again and again. Lynn and I will attend the party. I will find time to slip away while Lynn makes sure she keeps an eye on Imogene. I will go through Paul’s house and see what I can find out about her. I will return to the party, and no one will be the wider. We decided that I get 45 minutes to look around, no more than that. I’m nervous about this, but there is no other way to go about things. We need to figure out why things are so crazy, knowing that things changed the minute Imogene came to the pack. We have to find out if she’s a threat or not. She doesn’t talk to people, so snooping through her stuff will be the best way to go about this. I’m not a spy…..not a sneaky person……I’m not a warrior. I’m just a simple doctor, and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Lynn is much better suited for this, but needs to be seen. Her absence will draw suspicion, and mine will not be noticed. As scared as I am, I know I need to be the one to do this, and
~Imogene~I’m actually nervous, like seriously. This party has me a bit shaky, and I’m not sure why. All of this is a means to an end, yet I feel as if I’m doing this for real. Maybe it’s the fact that there will be a lot of people here. Perhaps it’s me being worried that I’m stepping into something that I won’t be able to step out of later. I smooth out the skirt of my bright red dress. It’s sleeveless with a slit on both sides that goes up to my hips. I keep my hair down and minimal makeup. I really don’t need to do much; actually, I could wear a potato sack, and things would be fine. There’s usually a spell for anything, and I sometimes like to dabble. I reach the bottom of the stairs, where Paul awaits me. I have to say that this spell has taken a real toll on him. I had to employ a glamour spell so people wouldn’t be able to see how worn out he really is. We won’t have to keep this up much longer with any luck. I’m putting my pieces into position to get what I want to live how
~Imogene~All of these people coming up and greeting us is already getting tedious. I wish I could be done with this party already, but I have to play the part. I remember to keep a hand on my stomach as if protecting my precious package. I never thought I’d be in a room filled with mutts, but sometimes, we can find a lot in the most unlikely places. I noticed the doctor as soon as we walked over, then I got bombarded with well-wishers. I’m surprised that she showed her face at this party. I can’t tell if she’s brave for that or pathetic. Either way, I know it kills her to watch me with Paul, which gives me some satisfaction. I swear if one more person tries to touch my stomach, I’m going to scream. So many of these women keep putting their hands on my stomach to congratulate us on our pending arrival. It’s really annoying, and not just because there’s nothing really in there. Paul places a hand on my back and guides me to the table so we can eat. Suddenly, I feel pain in my gut, a
~Imogene~I continue to attack her with my phantom wolves, making sure they bite everywhere, ripping her skin apart. I can feel the power flowing through me, and I love it. I flex my fingers, watching the blue spark on my fingertips. I point to a rock and watch it float in the air. I move it over her head and let it drop. It didn’t hit her as much as I wanted; the edge clipped her. I will take what I can get. I glide over to her body and kick at her side. She doesn’t move or groan. Her body is covered in cuts, some deeper than others. The wound on her head is deep. I can see white in the center, so I’m guessing that might be skull showing through. All the cuts are leaking profusely, and I’m glad about that. The blood is pooling beneath her, the puddle getting bigger and bigger. I set my feet on the ground and turn, walking back through the woods. I take my time to get back to the party. Just as I figured, everything is as I left it. I walk to the back of the packhouse, standing in t