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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