All Chapters of Caught Between Them: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I plopped on the grass sweating profusely, the sword in my hand felt like cement, my legs quivered and I glared at Brock for the fifteenth time this morning. “Why can’t you be nice? You are so mean” I said and his green eyes twinkled evily like he had wicked plans for me. “I know you Amelia, if I get soft on you. I’ll be in your bed instead of whooping your ass in training” he said seriously and I blushed. Ever since I had successfully seduced him, he had been secretly been teasing me about it, calling me a vixen. “It’s takes to two to do it. You were a willing participant” I said and he nodded, his eyes darkened a bit and I sighed; here it comes. “I’ll really don’t want to hurt Logan, he loves you” he said and I sighed. I was getting tired of this honestly. If it wasn’t for him, I would have told Logan since. “I don’t love Logan. I care for him and respect him, but…….” I took his hands and he watched me with his gr

The morning sun glinted off Brock's sweat as he sparred with Sage. I watched from the sidelines, my heart doing a nervous flamenco routine in my chest. Sage, all toned arms and confident steps (for a supposed newbie), danced around him, dodging his practice sword with surprising grace. But it was the way her body brushed against his every now and then that made me want to grab a sword and yell, "Hey, personal space much?"Then, disaster struck. Sage stumbled back, landing right in Brock's arms. For a second, they were locked in a hug that seemed way too friendly for a training session. My breath hitched. Sage giggled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine, and stepped away, shooting me a look that could have melted steel."Whoa there, drama queen," Brock chuckled, finally noticing me. "Looks like you tripped over your own two feet."Ignoring him, I marched over, my voice clipped. "This isn't a flirting session, Sage. Need I remind you we're training?"Sage's smile faltered for a sec

My whole body felt like it had been rearranged by a particularly enthusiastic toddler. Every muscle screamed in protest,and the metallic tang of blood filled my nose like a bad roommate. Gross.Brock materialized out of nowhere, looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. Typical. Super soldiers never get a scratch, do they?"Hey," he rasped, his voice rougher than sandpaper. "You okay?"I managed a weak smile. "Yeah, just peachy. You know, the usual – a few bumps, bruises, the lingering fear of rogue-induced death…"He snorted, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He scanned me up and down, probably looking for any hidden injuries that might spontaneously combust later. Finally, he seemed to accept my lie."Good," he said, his voice still gruff. "We gotta go patch everyone up. Feels like Portland's single-handedly running a MASH unit over at the pack house."We joined the procession of walking wounded towards the pack house. The once-cheerful clearing now resembled a war

The tension between Sage and me hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud refusing to unleash its rain. But our bickering was cut short by a booming voice that echoed through the pack house."Amelia, Brock!" Logan bellowed, his voice deep and gravelly. "Get your furry butts down here, now!"We exchanged a wary glance before heading towards the alpha's office, a knot of unease tightening in my stomach. We found Logan hunched over a map, his brow furrowed in concentration."We have a problem," he said, his voice grim. "Our scouts picked up faint rogue activity near the southern border."My heart hammered against my ribs. Rogue attacks were never good news, but coming so soon after the previous battle left a bitter taste in my mouth."How many?" Brock asked, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.Logan shook his head. "Can't be sure. It's a small pack, but they're moving fast.""We should check it out," I said, my voice surprisingly calm.Logan nodded curtly. "That's the plan. B

The crisp night air sent shivers down my spine as we patrolled the eastern border, Brock at my side and Sage a silent shadow a few paces behind. The forest stretched out before us, a dark and tangled maze under the sliver of a moon."Anything?" Brock murmured, his voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves underfoot.I shook my head, my senses on high alert. The silence around us was unsettling, broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl or the snap of a twig under an unseen creature's paw."This feels wrong," Sage finally spoke, her voice low and laced with unease. "It's too quiet."I glanced at her, surprised by the echo of my own thoughts. "Maybe," I conceded. "But quiet doesn't always mean danger.""No," she countered, her voice sharp. "But it can also mean they're close, waiting for the right moment."I didn't like the edge in her voice, the way it sent a tremor of fear down my spine. Was she just trying to spook me, or did she genuinely sense something amiss?The tension b