The hour seemed like an eternity. I showered the dirt and sweat off and got dressed, almost afraid to look in the mirror; but look I did. Where Lance had bitten me there was a small, white, star shaped scar. Well, sort of a scar; more like a mark as it wasn’t raised. It was small, but quite noticeable even as pale as I was it stood out in hard contrast against my skin. I fingered the silver in my hair, I didn’t really mind it much. The silver wasn’t a grey type of silver but rather a pure almost liquid color, flowing through my hair like a molten river; a mark of whatever this was between Lance and I.
Heaving a sigh I headed toward Alex’s office, I had really had quite enough surprises lately; and this was the last thing anyone needed. Lance was a good person, and he did not need to be tangled up in whatever bullshit the Earth goddess was abou
LANCE It really seemed unbelievable that I was some sort of mythical creature from a story; one that was indeed thought to not have existed. Leave it to me to be some obscure thing no one had heard about except of course Xavier. Though, if anyone would know things no one else did it would be him, he had read every book in our library and then some; and was always getting more in. Our library was probably the biggest in the area, with ancient texts, fiction, nonfiction and more; not a place I spent a lot of time as I wasn’t much of a reader. That was mostly because Xavier wanted it that way, and to be honest it wasn’t so bad seeing as we had frequent visitors to it from other packs. I shifted on my feet; I didn’t feel any different at all physically. Internally I felt a low thrum, like m
What was going on with this chicken? And why was it everywhere? More importantly, how on earth did it get to Lance, and why was he holding the damn chicken? I could have sworn Zach ate it, although I realized he had never said either way as to the beady-eyed chicken’s fate. Worse yet, it had taken up with Lance and he named the thing instead of eating it. “Lance” I yelled, throwing my arms up in self defense from the onslaught of beak, claws and feathers, and with this particular chicken, poo. He was no help, clutching his sides and laughing hysterically. Swatting at the ferocious beast, I was able to dodge her attack, and knock her sideways, straight onto her fluffy ass. “Get your chicken you asshole!” I hollered at him, and to his credit he was finall
From the Mist lands it was but a few days to get to Red River lands, Jay and Christian’s heads were on constant swivel, as was Lance’s and his Beta, Devyn. Lance had yet to take a Gamma, but Devyn was more than capable of keeping Lance’s man child ass in line in his own way. I liked the Beta well enough; he was typically a bit more reserved than Lance, but that wasn’t saying much. It made for a livelier trek into the Red River territory, and I did feel a bit better with the two additions to our group. We noticed as we got closer to the Red River territory we did not hear as many noises that would indicate a thriving ecosystem, instead all around us was silence; save for the stream we were following. As we crossed the border into Red River from Mist the silence became deafening as all our chatter silenced as we went on high alert, I highly doubted anyone was here but just in case we needed to be careful. I could see the agitatio
The next day brought full bellies and Allie’s continued survival, much to my chagrin. A good night’s rest and meal had everyone’s spirits up despite the circumstances. The Red River members had gone to make sure they had everything they currently needed, and to say goodbye to their homes for a bit. This was not goodbye forever, but we didn’t know what we would or would not find the next time we returned. Just because it was currently deserted did not mean it always would be. Maybe rogues would settle down here or the members that had fled would come back; and those members we had no idea their number, strength or where their loyalty may lay. It was a chance we would have to take if we decided to make the trek back to obtain more of their belongings. We swung through the Mist lands around midday, stopping for lunch, and giving Lance and Devyn b
This had taken too much time; it had already been late when we were ambushed; and now as we trudged along the sun had started to rise. The orange and yellow rays breaking through the darkness and illuminating our tired faces. We all looked like hell, who wouldn’t after being up all night? Black smudges danced underneath all our eyes as we approached the jail, having called my parents (who were up at this ungodly hour) we were told to take the wolves to the prison, and they would meet us there. Nick greeted us when we arrived, and then turned a stony glare to the wolves, who were still bound together, each with a rope around their neck. We had tried but they refused to transform into their human forms. Nick gestured for us to follow him, and we did, splitting up the wolves so that they were no more than three to a cell. I heard the footsteps of my parents echoing in the stone hallway, my dad’s solid, sure strides, and the pitter patter of m
The evening was calm, a bright full moon shining down on us as we headed back to my house, well I guess it was OUR house now. It was a bit small for three people, but for now it would do nicely. Lance had been put up in a sumptuous guest room in the packhouse, and Allie with him thankfully. Zach had been giving her the stare down at my parents, and she had clearly been trying to aggravate him on purpose. This chicken was indeed something else, and I swear Zach would have plucked her feathers and eaten her if he was able to.Shedding my clothes I climbed into bed, sandwiched between Mike and Zach, the comforting sounds of their breathing lulling me to sleep. Both men were racked out already, deep asleep, I had heard from Zach that Mike had also wanted to come but Zach had ordered him to stay back in case of attack. The thought that they both had wanted to be the first to greet us warmed me a bit. They
*WARNING: Sexual violence and consensual non consent in this chapter*The sun was barely peeking through the clouds when I was roused awake. A grumble came from my throat in protest as I attempted to roll back over and sleep, but instead was met with a gentle kiss. My eyes slid open, narrowing as I took in Mike’s lopsided grin and cocked eyebrow; I groaned remembering the way these two worked me over, still feeling the aches in my body. A smooth hand touched my cheek and pulled my face to the opposite direction, and my eyes connected with Zach’s pools of swirling amber.“How do you feel?” He asked, concerned etched in his handsome face. I smiled and stretched all four of my limbs, letting out a satisfied moan that had both men laughing.“I guess pretty good then” he said, satisfied.
Mike was true to his word, and I rested in his arms, burrowing my face into his broad chest. I felt Zach settle against my back, his warmth comforting despite what had just happened. It was, thrilling, in a way I hadn’t thought it could be. Fighting him, or rather fighting him for the right to dominate me had been sexy, hot, and some sort of wonderful. He had proven himself, not that I wouldn’t have let him anyway but something about the battle of wills turned me on. I would yield to him, but not always easily, and the thought excited me. I was curious though, to see what Mike would do, if anything. We had been intimate several times more than I had been with Zach and he was always tender and loving. I heard the TV flick on and the boys talking quietly, while my mind drifted to other thoughts.Zach, and his dominating aura even out of the bedroom. My broody mate had a definite Alpha air about h