All Chapters of The Pack's Girl: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I was still agitated from my visions down at the creek. It felt like I could still feel the stickiness of the blood in my hair. Darkening my blonde hair to deep ruby. And feel the wet heat of it along my arms.Blood of my little brothers. And I could see the scarred alpha's triumphant look as he stared at me.So sure he was victorious already.But I'd ran. I'd gotten away. And for the first time I truly wanted to know what I'd begun to suspect.We walked into our two level hut. Them stomping off their boots and me shaking water out of my skirts before crossing it.I took one step and rounded on the three of them. "Which of you was it?"They all three froze and blinked at me in confusion."Which, what?" Vanquish asked."Who drove me here, when I was running through the Warwood. Who chased me toward Jaecar?"They all looked at each other then to me."We all did." Hunter said. "I was the first one t

“What did you see?”“Two little brothers. Their throats cut and their blood showered on me.” I couldn’t help rubbing hair from my face and wiping at my neck and chest as the memory consumed me. Making me feel as though I needed to wash it away now.But looking at my hand I found what I already knew. There’s nothing there.But it felt so real. I could still feel the heat and texture of it on my skin. Catch the coppery scent of the ones I loved soaking into my clothes. I was sickened and suddenly felt the need to twist sideways and vomit into the grass.“The blood you were covered in when you came into our territory.” He filled in. Glancing at me with wide green eyes. Shocked by my reaction.He went to the creek and scooped a handful of water which he brought back to me and guided between my lips. I held my hair back and swished it around before spitting it out. He pulled a few flowers from one

I was talking to Marta, one of the eldest she-wolves in our pack. And her close friend, Polly. Drinking some of Marta’s famed herbed tea. Polly was known as our Camp leather-crafter. And I was commissioning some work. I’d brought with me two plump squirrels, Hunter had left on the drying wire in the corner of our hut. He often left me small animals there for trading within the camp for clothes or things I needed.This isn’t a need. It’s something I wanted for them.As I sipped my tea conversing with the older women. Polly had thin bit of wood sharpened to a fine point. As I sat, she was diligently piercing smooth bits of leather to form my likeness on the small leather pendant.“How are you and your mates, Vanna Rae?” Marta asked tenderly. “Have you fully recovered?”“I have.” I nodded. “They’re surprisingly tender.”Marta laughed softly. “They usually are

It wasn’t long before I asked Racer to go.He was quiet, hesitating a long moment.He doesn’t want to go. Doesn’t want to leave me alone. And I felt the hint of tenderness toward him that he was so worried for me.But in moments I felt the bed dip and he rose. I saw his silhouette in the darkness of my loft as he collected his clothes in the blackness. Slipping his tunic over his head before heading down the ladder to his own bed.***I heard floorboards creaking down below a while later and then the rungs of the ladder.“Racer I’m fine. Please go back to bed.”“Bit fiercer than that.” He rumbled in a laughing voice and I could tell from the more confident note in his voice who he was.“What do you want, Vanquish?” I refused to roll over to talk to him. Sensing he stood behind me at the edge of my bed.He spoke to my back, nonetheless. Refusing to take

“Of course, you may!” Polly slid the other two leather medallions face down on the table across toward me. Barely pausing from the one she worked on.Marta smiled at me softly and nodded toward them. “Have a look. I think you’ll be impressed. Polly is quite exceptional.”I flipped them over and leaned to expect them in the dimness of the hut.Lyra Lani lifted the candle closer to me so I could see them better.I gasped, impressed. “Polly!”It was a beaming likeness of me. Down to the curve of my hair along my shoulders and my long lashes framing my eyes. But she’d somehow made me seem brighter. Like a bit of smiling light carved into the leather.Polly finally looked up to smile. “You like them?”“Love them!”“May I see?” Lyra Lani held out a delicate hand.“Of course!” I proudly put a medallion in her palm so she could have a