Marcus. We rode in the ambulance all day long. We wanted to stop at the diner to get Gwen food because she was pregnant, but she insisted we keep going. I knew she was hungry, I could feel it, but I also understood why she did not want us to stop. Although we were in our territory, we did not trust anyone. We were being careful. We did not want any surprises. Mason was a tough guy, but the way his pack members kept disrespecting Gwen simply meant he didn't fully have their control, and I intended to talk to him about it. The hostility towards Gwen needed to stop; there is no excuse. Half of the things they did now, they wouldn't dare it when I was in charge of that territory. It wasn't very pleasant, and it took a lot of effort for me not to close the diner. The people serving and working there were ranking officers. Every civilian was underground. If these officers could disrespect their Luna this way, I wonder what they would do in battle. They are likely to work against her or, may
Mason. I watched Gwen eat her meal hungrily, and it broke my heart. Knowing that she refused to stop at the diner because of the treatment she was getting from our pack members hurt me deeply. Marcus had the right to be angry about it. Gwen would never experience that kind of treatment in his territory. Did that make me weak? I couldn't say that I did not see it coming from the mean messages and gossip. I knew Gwen was hurting, and I thought it would pass. I knew it got to her, and I thought we were handling it, but Marus was right; Gwen shouldn't have to deal with their shit. It was my problem to fix. I wanted her; I went after her, and now that I had her, it was time to make the forest pack accept my choices as their Alpha. If I cannot do it, I will have to hand them over to Marcus to be their Alpha, and I am sure they would not like it because he already had it in for them. The forest pack was the issue here. Gwen always got those messages whenever we visited the forest pack's di
Marcus. I left Mason and Gwen in bed. Gwen must have been really tired because she did not wake when I went to bed. Instead, she snuggled close to me and held me. I saw the dark circle, and I knew Mason wouldn't go easy on his pack members. Finding Mason in bed in the morning surprised me. He must have rushed back. It was now Monday, and it was time to reach out to the presidency. I did not want war, and I wasn't looking forward to fighting any. I hoped the government would be kind enough to stop whatever they were planning so we could rest. I was tired and what Michael had told me was heavy on my heart. The fact that I had to hide it from Gwen and Mason also weighed heavily on my heart. I decided I would take a run to clear my head. It would be a busy day, and I needed to operate with a clear head. I entered the woods and shifted. Ivan raced through the woods eagerly; our paws were pounding the earth with the breeze on our fur. It felt good. The earthy smell of rain, dew and the m
Marcus. Larry thought quite highly of himself, and as much as I hated to be a killjoy, I knew the president would break his heart. If the bastard was in on it, he might distance himself from the matter and use Larry as the fall guy or simply ignore us and carry out his evil plans. I did not see anyway Benjamin would come to Larry's aid. Kindergarten or not, humans weren't that loyal to one another. Look what Ingrid did to the man she loved. Mason, Gwen and I walked away from Larry's cell, with him already written off. The man stood a better chance if he told us everything we needed. We might have spared his life. Might, because even though I was willing to let him live, I doubted Gwen and Mason would, especially Gwen. He was the reason she had silver claws. Many people saw it as a superpower, but it was a massive problem. The meds were there, and the fact that we could not use silver to bind her to the bed during our lovemaking sessions was annoying. I loved tying her to the bed and
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
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. 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
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