Marcus We returned to the hospital and received amazing news. Gwen did not just wake up, but she had regained her legs. I was so happy. We had to sign her up with an orthopaedic doctor who promised to have her legs walking and running in less than a month. Mason said he would hold him to his words. Things were looking up for us. Mason and I invested in doctor Isabelle's research, and we hoped she could come up with a permanent solution soon because the four-four hour thing was not a way to live the rest of her life. They had taken blood samples from Gwen to see how her new DNA might affect her future babies. We wanted to be sure the children would not be dependent on Isabelle's drugs. We returned home with Gwen in the morning, and Delan and Isabelle returned to Willows. Ginger had called a million times. Those two were inseparable. I wondered if we were the same way with Gwen. "You know Doctor Isabelle Has a crush on Gwen," Mason said, and I looked at him and Gwen, who looked a
Marcus Keith's information was surprising. It had been months of no word from the other side. The common centre had quieted the riots, but I should have suspected something was off when people tried to sneak into our territory times without number. The rate went high pretty recently, and we all believed it to be due to the fact that wolves could not bear separation from their loved ones. If something was happening, then it was understandable why. I decided to inform Mason and Gwen of the development. We had an issue that we were dealing with. Gwen had to cut her human nails often because they contained silver and she didn't want to hurt our children when playing with them. It didn't burn them, but Gwen was just being cautious. Other than the silver upgrade, everything was normal at our end. I stood up and told Keith to find Scott and make himself comfortable before we head out, but he told me he was hanging out with Michael instead. I excused myself from the office and headed to
Marcus Lucius stood up to give his respect the moment he saw us. He wasn't happy to see Mason, though, but he did not voice it. Everyone knew we were a package deal. I guess Lucius did not get the memo. We were offered a place to seat, and a waiter came to take our order. We ordered coffee. "Their Pizza sucks here," Lucius said. "And whose fault is that?" Mason asked him almost laughing. I could tell my friend was really holding himself. I did not know why they brought up Pizza because no one ordered it, but the two of them seemed to understand why, which made me figure it was either a private joke or jab. Whichever it was, Lucius seemed to be at the receiving end. "So why the S.O.S?" I asked Lucius, and he cleared his throat and leaned forward to whisper, which was unnecessary because Mason owned the place, but I allowed it. "You guys were right. We shouldn't have trusted Derin," he said, tears welling up in his eyes. "The guy is a mad man." He said, but he had not divul
Mason I knew it was going to come to this. I couldn't tell Lucius that I warned him, but the fact remains that I did. This whole thing just messed up my plans. Gwen, Marcus and I had settled into our new norm, and it seemed like it would take ages for the humans to strike, but we were wrong. As much as we couldn't admit it in the presence of Lucius, we knew they targeted the attacks against us. After finding that lab, Marcus, Gwen and I knew we were the ones that the human government were interested in and maybe Willow because of the monkshood. That plant had brought a lot of ill-fortune to the wolf community. Just like Simone, it was a gift that kept giving. We returned home and did not know where to begin. We had a meeting at the coffee table. There were a lot of decisions that needed to be made, and we had little or no time to make them. "What do you propose," I asked Marcus, who chose that moment to let Gwen sit on his lap. "We have no choice but to join the fight," Marcus
Marcus. It was time to visit Willow's pack for the antidote. It was an important place. We needed everyone to be in the bunker, and we needed Monkshood seeds to remain hidden and out of sight. I could not believe we were at it again, but it was part of our job as Alphas. We drove to Willows with me behind the wheels this time. Gwen slept most of the time at the back, and I couldn't help but glance at her through the rearview mirror. Lately, she had been sleeping a lot, and I kept my observations to myself. Delan was waiting for us, and so were Ginger and her children. The triplets were not happy that we did not become with their friends. It was a tough decision to make. Where Gwen felt we should take them to her father, Mason and I decided it was best they were hidden just in case Willow falls. We honestly did not know the plan of the humans. The battle at the Green Pack could be a decoy and a way to distract us from the main battle, and that was why Mason and I would remain at Wil
Marcus Doctor Isabelle soon joined us. She looked like she had rushed down in a hurry. She was happy to see Gwen, although she tried to hide it; we caught the glint in her eyes. She was glad that Gwen was okay. "Alpha Renfield, Alpha Mathlaw, Alpha Mackenzie, Luna Gwen, Luna Ginger," she greeted all of us with the utmost respect she could manage. I offered her to sit with us, and Ginger got her something to drink because she seemed out of breath. "Why do you look tired?" Gwen asked the Doctor, and Isabelle blushed a bit. "I ran here in wolf form carrying my clothes with my jaws. The jeep won't start," She said, and it surprised us because her lab was far from the Alpha house. "How are your legs?" She asked Gwen, and Gwen smiled at her. "Good and running, thanks to you," she said, and the doctor beamed at her. Mason cleared his throat and leaned forward. Isabelle's behaviour towards Gwen was getting him uncomfortable, and I couldn't blame him for it. The woman was seriousl
Gwen By evening, Marcus, Mason and I retired to our bedroom. I was worried about our plan, but I did not let it out. I had been feeling sickly lately, and I suspected I might be pregnant, but I did not want to raise any alarms because of the events. If I told them now, they would not let me help, and there was no way the two of them could be in two places at a time. My father needed all the help he could get to fend off a possible attack. He was not lying when he said the whole Simone issue had halved the Willows' population. If one of them had to stay and the other left, there would be only two alphas here to help withstand the might of the humans, while at the other end, there would be a higher concentration of Alphas. The other alphas of fallen territories, Liam and Fredrick, had joined Lucius and Pacwater when they found out we might be helping. It was time to wear my Luna shoes and help out. I watched Marcus and Mason joke about something and laugh. As interesting as it seemed
Gwen The next day came quickly, and it was time for me to set off to Gray pack. Scott accompanied me there. I did not want to leave my mates for fear that we do not see each other again. I wish we could be in the same place, but the humans and the treacherous wolves made that impossible. I still did not know whether to tell Mason and Marcus that I might be pregnant. I had spent the whole night contemplating it, but Leah told me to hold back until we were sure. I intended to get tested at the Clement pack to be sure before breaking the news to them. Ginger made a wonderful breakfast, and I noticed she had been crying. War was hard on us because we all had lost someone dear to us to it at a time in our lives, watching it happen all over again stirred up uncontrollable fear in us. Ginger hugged me tightly outside by the jeep. "You, come back to us alive, please," she pleaded in tears, and I nodded, fighting back my tears too. I pulled away, and my father hugged me tightly. "Make sure
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