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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
Marcus It took a while before I could build up the courage to open the files. There were about eight Jpeg files altogether. They were snapshots of documents with formulas and plans. According to the documents, we were going to be recruited into the army to build up their military strength. My name and Mason's name were on one, and Gwen's name was on another. They were planning to grab her and run a series of tests. Looking at what was on the paper, Gwen wasn't going to survive it. They wanted all sorts of things from her, skin tissue, brain tissue, blood sample, liver sample, kidney sample, name it, and they were willing to take it while she was still alive. "With the remarkable regenerative ability these species have, it would be possible to collect all the samples needed from the subject without killing her." Some sick bastard scribbled it down on one of the documents. Did they know how painful it was? And Gwen's regenerative skills were close to that of a human right now. She wo
Gwen. I decided to check on Luisa as Marcus and Mason had requested. I was still unable to shake off the knowledge of the plans the humans had for us, especially me. I could not believe that they planned on taking bits and pieces of me. Larry was an evil bastard, and he needed to be stopped. I hoped my father and the other Alphas succeed in getting Derin. He had no excuse to sell out his kind the way he did. I marvelled at how quick he was to bring up ideas to help ruin our lives. We never did anything to this guy. He was just a greedy asshole that was also a hater. I hated him for the pain and suffering he helped the humans bring to our community. Children could no longer play in the open. Everyone was underground, including my children. I hoped this would pass like a bad dream, and we would look back and laugh because I became scared every passing minute. I hid it from my mates so they would not falter, but my heart was weary. These people had no morals, care, fears or values, which
Marcus As soon as Gwen left, Mason and I began to make some calls. We needed to be sure everything was in place. We had decided to grab Larry, nonetheless, and faced the consequences later. Regardless of the situation, we would just have to deal as they come. "How many wolves do you suppose are down there?" I asked Mason, referring to Larry's multiple underground labs. "Can't count because I am sure Derin gave a lot of wolves from his territory not to count the stolen wolves from the other four territories," Mason said, and I sighed. The guy was a traitor. Selling out his kind like that, and for what? I did not see Larry offering Derin what he didn't already have. He was an Alpha. He was rich and respected. What else would prompt the bastard to work against his kind? While I was thinking about it, a call came in from Delan. I answered immediately and put him on speaker so that Mason could hear him. "Marcus," Delan said, sounding happy on the phone. "Is Mason home yet?" He asked.
Mason Gwen finally came to the office, and Marcus and I were eager to find out what was going on. "What took you so long?" I asked and kissed her. She returned the kiss and touched my arm with her palms. Her scent filled my senses, and I pulled her to my body. "How did it go with the doctor?" Marcus asked her which was why I was asking in the first place, and she pulled away from me and smiled at him. "I will soon be heading back to the hospital for more tests," She said, and Marcus and I were about to protest when she raised a small bottle of capsules. "No cause for alarm, Isabelle just wants to run some tests to help with the medication she is developing," she said, grinning from ear to ear, but deep down I felt she was lying about something and Marcus must have felt it too because what he said following her statement proved it. "So you do not mind us coming with you to the hospital this evening?" He asked her, and she frowned at him. "I am not a baby, Marcus," she protested.
Mason. After we made all the calls and arrangements, I sat in the alpha's office and went through the advertisement again. I was angry at the private joke attached to it. Our wolves were living underground not because we wanted to deprive them of sunlight but protect them from war. A war the humans had brought upon us. As much as I was a peace-loving guy, I wondered how the humans would fare if we descended on them and they had to go underground to their bomb shelters? The joke would not be funny anymore, I suppose. "Marcus," I said to my best friend. He was looking at his computer. I knew he was planning something safe. Trust him to be meticulous about saving lives. "Yes," He said, looking up at me, and I sat up on the couch. The Alpha office was built for one Alpha, and Marcus was occupying the seat, leaving me to use the couch. We might have to add another desk to equalise. "I am really pissed off about that private joke," I confessed, "I say we fuck peace and rain down on them.
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