Gwyneth "How can you say that, when she was the one that led us to Lucas in the first place?" Marcus asked, and I shook my head and stood up. Pacing up and down and thinking out loud. "She wasn't trying to help us," I said. " She must have had scores to settle with Lucas. She wanted us to take him out," I said, remembering Sylvia's behaviour to her father while I was at the Clement pack. I turned to look at Mason and Marcus to speak. "Sylvia couldn't stand Lucas when she came to keep me company at the Clement Pack. She hated the fact that he was there. The two of them couldn't stand each other," I said, and Marcus raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with Jack's Mistress?" He asked, and Mason leaned forward. "Everything," Mason said, " Everything Marcus," he continued and looked at his friend, then me, " Those two were at each other's necks recently for a year now. They have been unable to stand each other, and they used to be close," Mason pointed out. " I think what G
Gwyneth The Omegas came to stock the cottage, and we had a good time strategising and planning. We watched a couple of movies, joked and laughed about many, serious things and then passed out on the floor. I woke up on the bed next to Marcus. I wondered how I got there, but I knew Marcus must have carried me to bed. I got up and went to the kitchen to get some juice. I found Mason sitting on the couch, using Marcus's laptop, and he seemed busy. "Good morning," I said to him, and he looked up at me. "Lavender," He said with a smile, " Of all the scents, it had to be Lavender," he said, and I smiled back at him. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Just woke up," he said, and I frowned. "I slept on the couch," he said, and I nodded. "Any headway?" I asked him, avoiding going into a conversation where I ask him why he slept on the couch, because honestly, under normal circumstances he should be on the couch. "Yes. Simone Thomas is at large. I am going through my un
Gwyneth "Have you guys resolved your issues?" Marcus asked me after Mason left while we were doing the dishes. "We both need time, Marcus. He intends to take it slow, and so do I," I said to him, and he smiled. "He must still hate himself for everything. I would still hate me if I were in his shoes," Marcus confessed, and I had to ask him now that we were alone. "Marcus, why did you switch like that? What made you suddenly want to share?" I asked him, and he bowed his head and sighed. "I realised my not wanting to share was also a cause of this. Sharing would be harmless, and I would have if Kaylin hadn't scarred me. Mason is like a brother to me, and if the moon goddess made his mate my second chance mate, then it was for a good reason. The truth is, if Kaylin were still alive, you two would probably be together. I also have to consider the fact that you might be the only one he would have as a potential mate. I do not want to rob my best friend of the experience of having what I
Gwyneth I asked Marcus why we needed to travel to get the ammunition, and he told me that some people had bought off the silver bullets in the market. We didn't need to know who it was. The fact that we had used guns often to dispose of them meant they would not want them hanging around. Marcus needed to have special bullets made, secretly so that when we face the traitors, it would seem we have no silver bullets to use against them. I felt it was a good idea, but I hoped they hadn't bought all those bullets to use against us instead. I kept my fear to myself and chose to bring it up when necessary. One thing I knew was that we wouldn't be shifting to fight, and we would be going there bulletproof, something they wouldn't anticipate. Lucas might have anticipated this move, but Sylvia and Simone might not. Even if they do, it wouldn't matter. Marcus had the resources and funds to solve the supply problem. Mason arrived in the morning. He was successful and he found out that Sylvia and
Gwyneth The dining room was plain but decorated with all sorts of weapons. "Congratulation, Mrs Renfield," Camelia congratulated me, looking at my bump. " Do you mind if I touch?" she asked, and I felt weird, but I allowed her. "It is okay," I said, and she beamed. She felt my bump and smiled. "How far gone are you?" she asked. "Five months, three weeks and two days," Marcus replied, and I looked at him and smiled. I couldn't believe he was counting. It brought tears to my eyes. "Wow, you are lucky, Mrs Renfield," she said, and I smiled at her, "Please call me Gwen," I said, and she nodded. "I wish I could get pregnant, but the doctor said it won't be possible. Isaac is thinking of adopting. But I was to use a surrogate. We are yet to decide," she said, and I smiled at her. "I am sure whatever you decide will bring both of you the happiness you deserve," I said to her, and she blushed. "Oh, not to offend you, I learned that wolves usually have more than one pup," she said, an
Gwyneth I knew we were mean to Isaac, but it was necessary. He was the only one that could make us the bullet, and Sylvia had managed to find a way to intercept him. I wanted this thing to be over. Honestly, I wish we had solved this problem before getting pregnant. I just prayed we would end Sylvia and her cohorts before it was too late. If only we knew then what we know now, we would have killed them. "Where are we going to," I asked Marcus. Mason was the one driving. "Willows Pack," he said, and I screamed in excitement. I wanted so badly to bring it up, but I knew it won't be appropriate. Ginger said she would be due in a month the last time when I spoke to her, which was a few days ago. I knew it was plus or minus two weeks. It would be nice to see her before she gives birth. "Maybe she could give you pointers now," Mason said, and we both began to laugh. Marcus was lost, but it was our private joke. "Why is that funny?" Marcus asked, confused. "Gwen told me she wanted to vi
Gwyneth. I was tired of the fighting and blood bath. I lifted my gun and aimed for Sylvia's wolf. I was patient and steady. I mentally ordered the kappas that came with me to cover me. I had to follow their movements with my hands. I only got one shot before she charged at me, and I could not afford to hit Adrian. "Leah, I need your vision," I pleaded with my wolf to take over, and I knew I was seeing through her eyes. Still standing in my human form, I aimed the gun at Sylvia and steadied my hands, ready to fire. "Adrain, I need you to move away from Sylvia," I said, but he did not respond. He couldn't. He was concentrating on the fight. Sylvia's wolf was bigger than his. She was over enhanced, and her eyes were bloody. I felt she was not in her senses anymore. If my suspicion was correct, then who was leading them? Why would the baron be this careless? I saw Alen's wolf killing people, and I decided I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. I aimed at Sylvia, and when I had a clear
Gwyneth Marcus carried me to bed and held me in his arms. We cried together that night, and for the first time, Marcus was thinking of us leaving everything. I knew it would be unwise, but it was too much. I held on to Marcus's arms on my belly, and he held on tight as we spooned. We both knew there was a lot to do. Bodies to bury, people to console, and a traitor to question and a plan to make, but we needed the peace and quiet. We needed peace. We deserved peace, and I held my baby bump. My heart went out to Ginger and my father. This wasn't the time to bring a baby into this world. If the war is still on when she gives birth, I will plead with my father to give everything up and go and live like a human in the human part of our world. It was the least he could do for his little one. "Gwen, I never meant to put you through this," Marcus said softly, and I knew he was telling the truth. "I never thought I would need you to fight by my side. I just wanted you to be happy, away from