Gwen I was unhappy with Marcus' adamant refusal to let Michael back in. The guy was remorseful and sorry and what he did was not bad if it weren't for how Ingrid had handled their situation. They genuinely loved each other. It was sad that the ISA did that to them. Mason was right when he said she should have opened up to Michael about it. That is what I would have done. If someone was threatening me, I would have told my mates about it instead of betraying them. Every wolf mattered to us, and Ingrid thinking one or two wolves would not be missed was wrong and pretty wicked of her. I wanted to see her before I told Michael what Marcus and Mason had decided. For the first time, I decided I would listen to my mates and do as they said. Going to rescue Ingrid's family was Michael's cross to bear. I was pregnant with Mason's pups and we had wanted this for a while now, this was not the time for me to go and endanger my life all in the name of friendship. I cared about Michael a lot, a
Marcus I got home and went straight to the office. I did not want to have to deal with Gwen at the moment. Pushing me to let Michael back in the ranks was too much. Yes, she was luna, but this was still my pack and territory. I needed to decide and do what was best for all of us. Michael had shown a sign of weakness, and that automatically disqualified him as a second in command. The fact that Gwen could not see this was mind bugging. Her emotions blinded her. I had to leave because I wanted to avoid arguing with her. Mason, on the other hand, did not bother to speak up, which was beginning to get to me. I know Michael isn't his problem, but we were in this thing together. If it were the other way around, I would have spoken up on his behalf. I waited until I had cooled off and then linked Mason to join me in the office. We had a serious issue to discuss. I did not want Gwen there because of the whole Michael issue. She was blinded by her emotions and we needed to make a decision tha
Gwen After my discussion with Michael, I went to see Ingrid. She was looking sad, and the food she was given remained untouched in her room. I did not put her in the cells so Michael wouldn't find her. The moment she saw me she sat up. "Is it time?" She asked, and I knew what she was referring to. As much as I wanted to keep my promise to her, I couldn't. She was no longer my problem. She was now Michael's full responsibility, and he had the discretion to do as he liked. I pulled the chair in the room close to where she sat and sat on it to face her. I needed to read her facial expressions. I needed to know. As weak as I may seem, Michael was the only real friend I had, so it mattered to me. Mason and Marcus might not care as much as I did, and it was allowed because Michael was my friend, not theirs. This woman had used my friend most painfully. Though it was unintentional, I wanted to know if she would have had the courage to do otherwise. "Hello, Ingrid," I said, and she smiled
Marcus Working the Michael issue out with Gwen felt good. I knew she did not see what she was doing as pressuring me, but I was glad she finally did, and I knew she would not bring it up again. Mason had to leave for the Clement pack to give Lucius and the other Alpha instructions on dealing with Derin. We knew we had to reclaim the remaining two territories before we could move in on the secretary. I was serious when I said I did not want any more deaths, so Mason agreed that we abduct Derin before we take Larry and expose the experiments they had been running. The ISA was too deep in it. There was no way heads won't roll for this. Mason got ready to leave in the morning. Gwen and I saw him off to the jeep. He wasn't to take part in the operation, he was just going to give the instructions and return. As things were, Mason would have to spend the night in Clement's pack. I wanted this whole thing over with so I can be with my children and run my pack in peace. While we were biddin
Mason Delan drove with so much determination that I knew Derin would not get out of the mess. Delan was a very peaceful man. He was the kind to leave well enough alone. He never used violence to solve conflicts and was always ready to humble himself for peace. Quite the opposite of his daughter, but here he was, driving my jeep with fire in his eyes, ready to destroy Derin. "Delan, it's personal?" I asked him, and he nodded his head. "All my life Mason, I have deprived myself or backed down for the sake of peace, never reaching out to take what I want. I sacrificed my happiness and almost sacrificed my daughter's happiness. I had used myself and my child to settle scores all because I wanted the people of Willow to live. I wanted them to keep their lives and not die meaningless deaths. The math was simple to me. Two unhappy people to keep thousands of people safe and protected. It was better than holding on and destroying all those lives. My brother always saw me as the weak one, bu
Gwen Marcus and I got to Isabelle's lab, and she was waiting nervously. I knew she had been under a lot of pressure to find something that would help. It was in her eyes. I could tell she was afraid and worried. "Hello, Isabelle," I said with a smile so she could relax, and she smiled back. "Let us get to it," Marcus said, with a stern voice. I was the only one that got to see his soft side. He had spoken to me that way for a while before we finally fell in love and everything was history. I saw how unsettled Isabelle became at his voice, and I linked her to calm down. Marcus wanted me to be okay, and I knew he wanted everything to be over and done with. I couldn't blame him. We had all been stretched thin, and it was all thanks to Larry. The bastard deserved what was coming to him. The human community did not know the amount of damage the bastard had caused us. It was time they knew because Larry would have to pay for his crimes. Our lives mattered too. Why destroy an entire commun
Mason Luisa was a dedicated sigma. She drove with so much dedication that when I became sleepy; I dared not doze off because her eyes were on the road, and it would show weakness if I slept while I made her stay awake. "How often do you do this?" I asked her. "What, Alpha?" She asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror. "I mean, drive through the night," I said, and she smiled. "Sigmas do most of the transporting in the pack. They delegate all the transport work to wolves at our rank, and most of the transport is usually nighttime," She explained. I nodded. "What do you transport?" I asked. "Orders from you or Alpha Renfield, I suppose. Medications, Weapons, protective gears, prisoners, food and supplies," she explained, and I nodded. "So you drive a truck," I said, and she grinned. "Lorries most of the time," She said, and my eyes widened at her words. Luisa was a lot tougher than I expected. "I love your driving skills. You will be our driver henceforth," I said, an
Marcus I headed to the office, leaving Gwen and Mason in the bedroom. I suspected he would not sleepover at Gray pack, but I didn't tell Gwen because I wasn't sure. I also knew when he came in, in the night. I saw him enter and leave. The truth is, I wouldn't be alive if I wasn't vigilant. I went to the office and started the computer. I was eager to see what Tim had sent Mason. We needed to plan the operation swiftly. Hopefully, it would not be complicated because we were all tired. We wanted to spend time with our families and resume our lives. So much had happened, and our two years of peace seemed like a distant memory now, with all our wolves living underground. I hoped Delan and the others would succeed and claim Derin's territories. We did not want humans to have an opening. The computer finished booting, and I hooked up to the wireless network. Going through Mason's mails, I skipped the ones he had read and went for the new message. It had attachments. A video footage and d
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