All Chapters of Pledged to the pack: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

*Irellia's POV*We'd made it to Likuna just after the sun had set, dashing my hopes of drinking the city in. It was strange how dark it was here at night, the castle would be cast in the soft glow of moon-lamps freshly recharged by the royal mages shortly before the sun had begun its descent. Yet her the moon and a few speckled torches were all that served to light the way. I wonder if Saffron itself looked the same at night? I wish I'd paid more attention while I was there.Arken takes the lead, a bundle of nerves knotting in my stomach and adding weight to my legs as we follow the sounds of laughter and mirth toward a small cottage of sorts with a broken door sitting off to the side.Our footsteps creak as we make our way across the worn wooden floor of the eatery, the chatter we'd heard from outside had come to an immediate halt the moment we stepped inside. I find myself hiding behind Arken, who doesn't seem to care about the appraising and somewhat hostile looks were receiving fr

*Arken's POV*Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not only did she come herself but she brought knights with her? Gods-dammit Sila! Just pick somebody else! I don't dare to look back, if I do she'll make me submit. But the docks? I've never even been on water, let alone know the first thing about steering a whole ship. The wind is blowing my scent right at them so it's not like I can veer off, try to circle back to the city gate, they'll know my every stinkin' move. On top of that even if I do get tricky and get around my stupid sister, Ghost might lose track of us and then Ellia will be upset all because of me. But how am I gonna let him catch up without them getting on my heels too? I'm faster than Sila and the others won't dare try to outdo her even if they could, and that's about all I've got going for me right now. I have no choice but to keep moving forward so that's what I do.I plow my way straight through the city leaping over carts, signs, even knocking the occasional person out of my way wi

*Sila's POV*My nails dig into the palms of my hands, frustration erupting from my chest in a growl I pray my foolish brother can hear on that damnable ship. I'd been so close to catching him, had the knights not been slowing me down with their weak stamina and Jaron's attempts to wrangle that pale horse I'd surely have my little brother on his knees before me right now.The two knights had split up and sought out captains in hopes of gaining a vessel to pursue them, but I knew enough about Likuna to know they'd have a hard enough time with the locals themselves let alone with a group of wolves along. The odds of them striking a deal were probably as good of Arken suddenly diving into the water and swimming back here to me."He flees to avoid marrying the woman he's traveling with anyway. It doesn't make any sense," I hear Kita from my right.I'm about to agree with him but Balt speaks up first, "I don't imagine the princess would be foolish enough to disclose her identity, and Arken

*Arken's POV*My shoulder crashes into the wall as I round a corner, I don't even get a second to right myself before I have to reach out and save the stupid thief from hitting as well. Unfortunately, that results in him being closer to me than I'd care for. though him being anywhere on this ship is too close for my liking.I hate that I'm stuck here protecting him instead of being at Ellia's side, but if I don't do this and he fails it'll put her in more danger. The idea of which makes me feel angry, antsy, and a little helpless. Which just circles right around to angry."Thanks," he tells me, his voice hoarse.I glance down at the bright red marks on his throat and feel my lips twitch. Serves him right for being close to her. I mean upsetting her; why would I care if another man was near her? Of course I care, that's why I wanna rip this guy's throat out, but why do I care? I'm being an idiot.Laufrey darts passed me for the staircase looking like a yellow streak in that ridiculous

*Irellia's POV*"Ellia!" Arken screams up at me, his voice breaks in a way that makes my stomach drop. He's afraid. The realization sends me into a frantic fit as I swing my arms back at my capture haphazardly fighting for my release and somehow miss with every strike, every kick. My eyes are fixed on Arken, who jumps and claws his way up a nearby mast, willing him to reach me. To save me as he always does. He reaches the top, still a good twenty feet below me, his expression dark and threatening. Even I'm aware of the blood lost oozing off of him. His sleek, muscular form is crouched; poised to strike with a ferocity I feel confident would put his wolf form to shame, and I'm certain the only thing stopping him is that I'm in the way. "Let her go," he growls, baring his teeth. It's the first time I've noticed how long and sharp his canines are. More like a wolf's than a man's, they gleam in the sunlight while his golden eyes seem to grow darker by the second.My captor lets loose