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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
Gwyneth We had no more time to waste. My emotional breakdown was over. It was time to dig into the matter. Marcus and Mason had secured Alen for questioning, and Mason wanted to do the torturing. We knew we were going to kill him after we had squeezed all the information we could out of him, but there was no need to tell him that. We just wanted the pack wars and the drug epidemic to end. It was crucial for the survival of the werewolf race. I went to check on my father and Ginger while Marcus and Mason went to question Allen. Marcus wanted me away from the mess, and Mason agreed to it. It was best I stayed away for now. They did not want me to hear anything that would make me break down again. I agreed with them without arguing, and Marcus noticed that the pregnancy had made me emotional because I used to be tougher with my emotions than I was now. Driving to my father's house, I noticed most of the Pack members were mourning. Some were singing the Willows Solidarity song. I sang a
Gwyneth I returned to the Alpha house angry at my father. Why would he want to put that woman's life in danger like that? I was very angry at him. I sat on the bed in the room, seething with anger. I could not wait for Marcus and Mason to return, so I went to join in the interrogation to get my mind off things. I got to where Alen was being held and questioned. Most of the Kappas that were there were angry, and I knew what they wanted. They wanted Alen dead. They must think we intended to set him free. I kept our plans to myself and went into the questioning room. Mason's hands were covered in blood, and I noticed that he had beaten Allen to the point that he was not recovering anymore. I noticed Alen wasn't in chains, and I asked Marcus, who was laughing at what Mason was doing to Alen, why. "Mason wants to show him who is boss. Mason thought it wouldn't be a statement if Alen wasn't bound while he beat him. Unfortunately for Alen, the drugs have messed up his system and his wolf.
*Warning Explicit Content*GwynethWe returned to the Alpha's house with a lot of information. Mason wasn't happy about the actions of his uncle and cousins. The feeling was mutual. They had cost a lot of lives and created chaos in the werewolf community. To think that Simone was thinking of spreading that chaos into the human world was wicked and cruel. With all we learnt from Alen, the bitch lived for profit only. I wished we had a way of tracing her and bringing her down. Our lives would be much more simple, and we wouldn't have to lose any more people.Mason headed to his room, leaving Marcus and me in the common area. As soon as Mason left, Marcus decided he would take a nap, and I followed him."It seems like Mason is no longer interested in sharing a mate," Marcus said, and I was quiet. I had noticed it too, and I couldn't believe it took Marcus this long to realise it."He told me he needed time to forgive
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