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Mason. Gwen amazed me when she said she wanted to stay a bit longer. I honestly wasn't ready to leave the children, and deep down, I had hoped she would change her mind. I must have hoped hard enough because it came to pass. When I held her in the morning, I felt the peace within her and realised we had nothing to worry about. Compelling her was one of the hardest things Marcus and I ever did, but it was necessary for both our sakes. We could not allow her to act on her emotions and end up hurting everyone. I knew she meant well because she had a big heart, but it was unfortunate that what had happened was completely beyond us. It took a lot to walk away from that event, but the sound of the family's cries lingered on my mind, and I promised myself to get them the justice they deserved. What happened that evening was very fishy, and that was why I informed Timber of the event. I found it strange that the attack occurred immediately after the patrol officers left. There was no way the
Marcus Ginger took the children in and I knew she was going to put them to bed because clearly they had eaten. I looked at my phone. I answered the call and tried to compose myself. I honestly did not want to speak to anyone from the human side at the moment. The guy had promised to call me at a time I was less angry and he had kept that promise, only that his call had somehow disrupted my peace and maybe made me a bit annoyed. "Hello," I said, and the man responded happily. "Renfield, it is good to hear from you. I am sure you did not expect me to call so soon." He said, and I pretended to agree. "Why did you dump your car in town. We thought you were still around," he said, confirming my suspicions. "You know why and I do not appreciate the ISA trying to keep tabs on me," I said point-blank. "You can't hate the boys for trying," he said, giggling, and I found it offensive. Mason raised an eyebrow in question, and I shook my head to tell him it was okay. Gwen, on the other hand
Mason If it were not for Timber, they would have gotten us and our children. The children had escaped narrowly. I knew Marcus would blame himself for this. Gwen was a complete mess, her nerves were all over the place, and it wasn't because she was afraid of the humans, it was because of the shock that they would have gotten our children and her siblings. Gwen was still shaking when we heard the helicopter and the sirens. "You have been surrounded!" we heard from the gramophone coming from the chopper. We did not bother. We were making sure all traces of children being in the house was erased. Thank god the kappas always cleaned up after the children, there wasn't any evidence left to point to the fact that children were in the building. "All clear?" Mason asked, and I nodded. "Gwen," I said, and she looked at me wide-eyed, and a bit relaxed. "Are you okay?" I asked her, and she nodded. "I am sorry, Gwen," Marcus apologised. "It is not your fault. Don't blame yourself for this,"
Marcus Mason had just started a war without knowing it, and I couldn't blame him. As we ran through the woods back to our territory, Gwen's pain increased. Something must be wrong. I watched Adrian push through the woods, and I followed behind. The humans had stopped chasing. Ingrid had come through for us. She had taken responsibility for our covert mission. I owed her one. If she hadn't said we entered the human territory with her knowledge, they would have been able to count it as an offence and use it against us. I hated Richards for his sneaky behaviour. There was no way he was going to get that meeting now. One thing was certain. We needed armour and weapons. We were definitely going to war. I guess Mason knew that was why he threw caution to the wind. I felt horrible because all this was my fault. I shouldn't have answered Richards' damn call. Because of this. I was going to increase the security at our borders. The entire territory needed to come together to prepare for thi
Mason We arrived at the willows pack. I guess they had communicated about our arrival because they were waiting. Delan was there red-eyed and afraid. He had other children, but Gwen was his daughter. I watched as they carried her out of the ambulance into their hospital. It had more equipment than mine but not as equipped as the hospital in Marcus' pack, but this was where the specialists we needed were. "What happened?" Delan asked. "The humans double-crossed us. They traced their call to me. We were able to get Ginger and the children to safety, but we were not able to leave. They arrested us and injected pure silver into Gwen through the cuffs," Marcus explained, and he gasped. We followed the doctors and watched as they hooked her up to machines while they took blood samples from her. Marcus and I watched through the glass window, and all I could do was hope. How could they do this to me? I promised to make the secretary of defence go through unimaginable pain. I will make sure
Gwen I felt tired. I had been awake for thirty minutes, and the doctor had done some series of tests asking me various questions. Her countenance changed when she finished, and I wondered why. She was about to leave when I called out to her. "Is everything alright?" I asked her. My voice was weak and raspy, but she heard me. "Everything is fine, Luna. The silver is out of your system," she said, and I smiled at her. I knew Isabelle when she was a trainee. I was glad she made it. My condition must have been dire for Marcus and Mason to bring me to Willow. I was glad they did. That thing felt like liquid fire in my veins. I could not speak, and my ability to link another wolf was shut down completely. They intended to kill me with it. The moment the cuffs were clamped on my wrists, I felt the pain. It pierced my skin deeply, and I wondered why they would do that to me. It was obvious they did not use the same cuffs on my men. It was deliberate. It didn't start to burn until we we
Gwen Michael, Keith and Ingrid entered my room later. Micheal smiled at me, but I could not smile back. I felt ashamed. I felt belittled. The thought that I would need help getting around broke me. I hated being dependent, and I hated being a liability, but the ISA had made my nightmares a reality. All my life, I had trained and disciplined myself to defend myself and others, to be stronger and to be enough. I hated it and never listened when asked to back down. I always ignored orders because I wanted to help and prove myself. Now, look at me. Marcus never wanted me to do anything, to begin with, and with what the humans have done, I will have no choice but to obey when they ask me to hide or stand down. I won't be able to fight or do things I love doing. It would have been better to never have legs than for it to be taken from me like this. I held my tears, not wanting to break down in their presence. Ingrid looked uncomfortable, but she didn't need to. She was the one that got us
Mason. The medications given to Gwen had finally kicked in, and she slept off in my arms. Marcus and I gently excused her. We snuck out of bed and went to the alpha's office to talk. I noticed Marcus was still worried about the event he blamed himself for everything and it wasn't his fault Gwen wasn't mad at him she didn't blame him neither did I, but he blamed himself and looking at him I realised there was nothing we could do about it he would have to come to terms with the events and forgive himself. "That bastard," Marcus said, punching the wall. "what did we do to these humans? We never hurt them, we never tried to steal from them, we never broke the rules, we never tried to bully them even though we could. All we've ever done was keep the peace and uphold the treaty". Marcus looked at me with an angry scowl. His anger was palpable, and so was mine. I could not console him because we were on the same page. " Secretary Richards, the ISA and the entire human settlement will pay
Gwen. We were amazed when we arrived at the airport in Gardenia. It was a beautiful view. There were video commercials and posters that had wolves on. It was as it was described; a werewolf country, or so it seemed. The people were friendly at the airport. The arrival had many free souvenirs for visitors. I felt my babies kick, and I knew this was it. The triplets were so excited it was challenging to hold on to them. Marcus and Mason were doing everything they could to stop them from running about the place. Linbec put us in a situation where we had to hide away, demarcated from the rest of the world, but this place was different. It celebrated us. I saw a video of the president welcoming visitors, and I wondered if they created a welcome video every time they had a new president or if this guy was just different. When we stepped out, Marcus wanted to look for two cabs when a government-licensed S.U.V parked in front of us. A friendly-looking guy in a suit exited the S.U.V and ca
Gwen. It did not take long for the suspects to be arraigned in court. Larry took a plea bargain and had a significantly reduced sentence. Benjamin took his own life. I knew it was because he could not deal with the shame of what he did. Honestly, I was glad he was dead. Being a former president, I doubted if his punishment would be much, and it would have been wrong to let him get away with all the heinous crimes he committed. Michael and Ingrid were trying to resolve their differences, but he had difficulty trusting her. I pleaded with him to give her a second chance because we knew she stood no chance against Larry and Benjamin. He was still angry over the fact that she did not open up to him. Michael was content with being friends and kept it that way for now. Hopefully, they would resolve their differences in the future, and he would forgive her. I knew they still loved each other very much. Hopefully, they will see it too and put the past behind them. The wedding was going to t
Mason. The new development was highly welcomed, and I could not wait for it to start. As much as I did not want to trust Barnes and Miles, I knew they were being sincere for now. It was easy to believe because it was a union that would have mutual benefits. I sat in the car and couldn't wait to get home to Gwen and the triplets. Retirement was still in the plan even though the peace seemed as if it would be stable. I could not wait to see Gwen and the triplets and celebrate the joy with them. "Can you believe what is about to happen?" I asked Marcus, and he smiled at me, nodding. "Gwen will be most thrilled about it." He replied, and that was when I summoned the courage to ask what I wanted. "Marcus," I said, and he looked at me eagerly. " I know everything is alright and well, but I want to ask Gwen to marry me," I said, and he frowned at me. "Is it because of the humans?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Not at all, Marcus; it is something that I had pondered about for a whil
Marcus. We got ready for the meeting with Barnes. As much as Gwen wanted to come with us, I did not allow it. She needed to rest. It was tough convincing her to remain, but she eventually agreed. Michael came around to keep her company, so It was easier for us. I had placed Michael as Beta, and everyone had reverted to their old ranks. Scott was the most pleased. I could see his relief. I did not know the work I delegated to him was that much until I saw his relief. Gwen and Michael had a lot of catching up to do, and I was hopeful that she would not even notice our absence. Michael refused to get back together with Ingrid, and I wanted to talk to him about it. I knew he was still mad at her but judging the situation, I believed it was best he forgave for the sake of his peace. Our children would be out of the bunker by the time we returned, and I was eager to see them hold them and play with them. It had been tough being without them. I was glad that everything seemed to be over.
Marcus. I could not believe what had just happened to us. A solution and a problem. The mindless wolves they showed would be the first image humans of Linbec will have about us. There was no sensible way to manage this situation. If we are ever discovered, how will we prove to them that we is nothing like what they had seen on their screens? The human pop culture about us did not help matters either. We were fucked. Gardenia started looking more promising than it was yesterday. "What do we do now?" Mason asked. I could see the frustration in his eyes. "Breathe, and let it all play out," Gwen said, and I looked at her because she was panicking just now. "The government likes to control its citizens. Knowledge is power, and the government would not allow the citizens to have that kind of power. They will find a way to throw it off." She said, and I frowned at her. "Do you know how many werewolf sightings and stories they have buried? This will not be the first, nor will it be the la
Gwen. It was amazing how simple the solution was. We had overthought many things, and that had somehow blown the issue out of proportion. If Barnes was right and could be trusted, it simply meant that everything would be alright. I intended to discuss retirement with Marcus and Mason. I know how much they liked running things, but we needed to focus on our family. I was tired of putting myself in harm's way for the sake of ingrates. We had lives too, and our lives were important. Our children needed us. As much as I would love to remain in charge, I just wanted to run my home and start a floral business. I had enough of the war. I wanted love and peace. After our discussion with Barnes, Marcus decided we should go to our second home, it had been a while, but that place held memories. Memories of my cripple days. It was there that I began to look within and appreciate what I really had. Being Luna did not matter anymore to me in that house. My children were with me, and I had concei
Mason. Gwen slept most of the day, so I opted to carry her to the room while Marcus closed the office. She opened her eyes the moment I lifted her from the couch. "I can walk, Mace," she said with a sleepy smile. Her scent was more like mine. She looked cute, and I smiled at her. "Let me carry you, Gwen," I said, and she wrapped her arms around my neck to oblige me. She rested her head against my chest and tried to drift back into sleep. Our mission must have really drained her, and her body was currently trying to adjust. While I carried Gwen towards the packhouse, I thought of the possibility that we might not fight a war, and I was thankful. If Barnes comes through for us, we can fix the problem, retire in peace and build our family. Marcus was right not to want war. We had too much to lose. Carrying Gwen in my arms made me realise just how much we had to lose. I was sure that she would not back down if it came to war, and I could not bear to lose her. She might be immune to si
Marcus. It was amazing to see how quickly Larry cracked after seeing the press release. It also showed the shallow nature of human friendship. Larry was loyal, and Benjamin wasn't. Larry's love for Mia also was troubling especially knowing how they viewed our kind and what they intended to use us for. It is heartbreaking. "Why should we trust you?" I asked Larry, but his crimson eyes had said it all. He was hurt, broken and felt betrayed. "This was not my plan," He said, "Benjamin had made some bad decisions that had affected our currency and economic stability. Many bad decisions that they would ask for his head if the people knew. Of course, Barnes wasn't in the know, and we kept it that way. Eventually, it was going to be exposed." He said, and I got curious. I wasn't patient with vague explanations. I prefered details, so I interrupted him. "Can you be specific about his mistakes?" I asked him, looking bored, and he nodded. He looked at the television long and hard. I was sure
Mason. I could not believe the extent of the wickedness of Larry and Benjamin. I wondered who else was in on it. To think of us as tools and disposable was cruel and wicked. I thought of Mia and could not imagine the torture the woman had gone through at the hands of that monster. If he did not see us as humans, he must have treated her like an animal. I felt sorry for her, and I could not wait for Timber to get back to us. "Are you really going to inform them at Gardenia?" Gwen asked Marcus, and he looked as if he was thinking about it. "I do not know, really," he said, and I frowned at him. "Are you contemplating it?" I asked him, and he looked at me a bit confused. "I have never been out of Linbec before, and neither have you. How the hell are we supposed to inform them? Who do we tell? Even if Timber can help us get the word across, we really do not know who these people are and what they are capable of. Even though Linbec's government is wrong for trying to take over another