All Chapters of Possessing The Gamma: The Silver Run Series: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

FLETCHER POVI walk further into the forest, counting my steps until I am far enough away that I can loop back to Charity’s without Matt noticing. I really want to hate him, but I can’t and it’s the most frustrating thing.If he was any other male, I would have killed him already for daring to touch her, but apparently that’s impossible now. It was so much easier to dislike him when I didn’t know who or what he is.“Even if you didn’t know what he was,” Mars reminds me, like annoying little now. “The consequences would have been the same. We can’t change what he is. Hurting him only hurts our Fireball, and we could never do that. She’ll only burn brighter with both of us at her side.”“I know,” I growl, arguing with the creature who lives within. “But it’d be so much easier without him around and way less complicated for all of us.”“Who cares?” he snaps, the wolf growing tired of my complaints. “Be patient and let them get used to the idea of what our future will hold.”“At least we

MATT POV I’ve been on a virtual cloud for the last few days. Even being in Silver Run without Charity hasn’t dampened my mood, and knowing she comes back in two days makes it that much sweeter. A knock on my door breaks through the music blaring through the speakers, as Andrew peaks his head in. “Moving truck is here,” he yells, over the lyrics of Dance Gavin Dance. “For Goddess sakes, can you turn it off?” He barges inside, walking to where the stereo sits on the floor, flicking the switch off. “I love that song.” He growls, “but if I have to hear it blasted through the walls for one more second, I will break the stereo and then you.” I smirk at his attitude, knowing it has nothing to do with me but the fact that Theo won’t give him the time of day. “Don’t piss on my parade just because things aren’t working out for you.” “I don’t need to piss on your parade,” he snaps, enjoying the way my face falls. “Fletcher will do it for you. He’s been weirdly absent, but we both know the se

FLETCHER POV I watch helplessly as Matt walks out the door with Charity, Mars whining, begging me to join them. I turn to Xander, wanting to know when we’ll be leaving, only to find him staring at Nora. The way he stares, it’s like she is the earth, sun, moon, and stars to him. It’s a facial expression I know well, because it’s the same way I look at Fireball. Knowing I won’t be missed, I cough abruptly, interrupting the conversation happening. “I’m gonna go,” comes out in a rush, knowing the longer I wait, the less likely I am to catch up to the others. I don’t wait for responses, instead heading straight for the exit. The door barely clicks close before my nose is in the air, tracking down their scents and speed walking to get closer. It doesn’t take long for my feet and long strides to catch them, especially with their leisurely stroll. I keep my steps light and airy, so that neither hears me behind them. Thankful that Xander made us wear our scent blocking bracelets, I thought h

CHARITY POVI tip toe up the porch steps, hoping my parents aren’t up yet, otherwise I am dead, sneaking in at 4 a.m. My hand wraps around the doorknob, twisting slowly, hoping it doesn’t creak as I push open the door. The bastard betraying me, as a long soul squeal sounds like cannon fire. It doesn’t stop until I have enough room to slip inside.Exhaling, relief washes over me, as the door remains silent as I close it again, the deadbolt slipping into place. On light feet, I creep through the hallway, on my way to the stairs. Once I reach the bottom, I wiggle out of my shoes, putting them in my hands. Being cautious, I take my time climbing the steps, nearly halfway to the top before the light in hallway flicks on.I stop like a deer caught in headlights, staring up, and waiting for a body to appear. Praying to the Goddess with all my might it’s dad. “Charity?” comes the groggy male voice, still in his pajamas, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.“Hi, dad,” I say, unsure if I am

MATT POVI can’t believe Charity shot me at point blank range with a fucking paintball gun. Fucking Fletcher always sticking his business where it doesn’t belong. Charity and I were doing just fine until his ugly rogue face came along.‘Debatable,’ Zeke retorts dryly, his unneeded opinions causing more turmoil than they’re worth.‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I ask, getting real tired of his shit. ‘I thought you hated the bastard too?’‘The fucker is annoying, but…’ Zeke trails off, making me stop walking, completely confused by his wishy-washy attitude.‘But what?’ I demand, trying to keep my hand from flying around in frustration. The humans in the area staring at me with concerned looks as I carry my case absentmindedly through the parking lot. ‘I swear to the Goddess if you don’t answer me. But WHAT?’‘We didn’t exactly have Charity before, did we?’ he asks, leaving me in shock that he is really going to diminish what happened during her forced shift. Zeke is acting like none of