All Chapters of Fourteen Days To Forever: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

 “Argh! Crap.” Amir groans, bending down to tie his shoes for the twelfth time.“Can we change the command? I’m getting really fucking tired of tying and untying my shoes.”Millan snorts remembering how many times he’d done the exact same thing years ago.“Sure. How about picking up a stick?”Amir nods, “As long as it has nothing to do with tying laces anymore.”“Okay with you, Dax?”Dax shrugs from where he’s sitting on the ground, a bored look on his face.“Whatever you say, Milly.”Millan has to restrain himself not to punch Dax’s smirk off of his face.“Don’t call me that.”Dax isn’t the strongest alpha Millan has ever met, but he has a strong enough alpha voice and it’s a good starting point for Amir.Also, he’d agreed not to say

 As they open the door, Millan and Weston are met with wide eyed trainees and Jace, looking smug and satisfied.He doesn’t look surprised at all to see Weston tagging along, contrary to the trainees who look wide eyed at Millan and Weston entering hand in hand.They bow their heads and a couple ‘Alpha Blayne’ are muttered here and there.Millan takes his hand out of Weston’s, suddenly feeling inadequate. He’ll never get used to how people act around Weston.“So, where is Officer Grant?” says Jace, knowing full well he is nowhere in sight.Millan shrugs and tries to keep his smirk at bay, “Last time I saw him, he was looking for you guys at Janine’s Coffee Shop.”Jace laughs openly.When Millan looks over at the small group of trainees, Colton in the front row is shaking his head slightly,

 Millan’s mind is racing, picturing every incriminating item he’d stacked into that backpack.This is not good.“Stop!” Colton repeats, a little out of breath.Silence falls, every one waiting for Colton to explain the interruption.“I have information about the Rogue that the Council should know about before proceeding with the ritual.”Millan swallows with difficulty, mouth suddenly parched.If it weren’t for Weston, he’d be running half way to the next border already. But he’s in too deep now.The only way he’s leaving is if he gets thrown out.Which might happen sooner than expected.Millan swallows again. He’d kill for a glass of water right about now.Colton opens the bag, taking out the medicines Millan had stolen on his first week in the pack, holding them up for everyone to see.

 As he walks slowly towards Weston for the second time that night, pack wolves flanking him in a guard of honour, Millan's heart beats hard in his chest.Anticipation grows in the air.One of them- Millan thinks he recognizes Amir’s blonde fur- howls enthusiastically and the others join in.A surge of overwhelming acceptance threatens to bring tears to his eyes.In the midst of the loud happy cries from the pack wolves, Millan's attention is all focused on Weston, on the light coming from the torch he is holding- highlighting his strong jawline, on his gleaming gold eyes and his dimpled smile.Pride radiates through their bond and Millan wishes he could capture this moment and put it in a bottle so he could relive it again and again.As soon as Millan reaches him, Weston lifts the torch slightly and silence falls immediately on their audience.“Members of the B

 The surreal sight before them leaves them baffled.There, in front of an enormous bonfire, stands Axel Brook, draped in a flamboyant outfit, an impossibly annoying smirk on his face while multiple werewolves form a circle around the fire chanting and signing complicated symbols into the air in unison.“Oh, good! You’re here. I thought I’d have to fetch you. How convenient.” Axel says as soon as Weston and Millan come into earshot.Weston holds back an urge to grunt at yet another ridiculous display of useless drama from their neighbouring pack.“What are you doing, Axel?”“Why, I’m breaking the Border Curse of course, so that I can invade your territory.”Weston snorts. “That is absurd. No one’s ever been able to do that.”“Actually, no. There’s a pack at the East, the Ezra Pack, mayb