All Chapters of Caught Between Them: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

We limped back towards the pack house like we'd just wrestled a grizzly bear with a bad case of road rage. Dawn was cracking over the horizon, painting the sky in bruised oranges and purples. Brock sported a fresh souvenir – a nasty gash on his arm that was turning his fur a concerning shade of crimson."That was…" Brock wheezed, leaning on me for support like a furry leaning tower of Pisa. "An experience, to say the least."I snorted, a puff of air escaping my nose. "Yeah, 'experience' doesn't even cover it. How about 'night of the glowstick wolves'?"Brock managed a weak chuckle, then winced as the movement sent a fresh jolt of pain shooting through his arm. "Imagine trying to explain that to the council. 'So yeah, these wolves with built-in rave lights saved our furry butts!'"The thought sent a fresh wave of laughter bubbling up in my chest. Explaining the whole Glacierclaw situation to Logan was going to be a real doozy. But hey, at least the pack was safe. That was all that matt

The crisp morning air whipped through my hair as I circled Sage on the training ground. Unlike the playful sparring I had with Brock, this felt different. There was a tension in the air, a silent challenge crackling between us. "Ready?" Sage asked, her voice devoid of its usual playful lilt. I met her gaze, my own burning with a competitive fire. "Always."With a swift movement, she lunged forward, her hand aiming for a pressure point on my shoulder. I barely dodged in time, the air whispering past my ear as I rolled away, adrenaline surging through me. Sage was unlike any opponent I'd ever faced. Her movements were fluid and controlled, her attacks calculated. Unlike Brock's brute strength, Sage relied on precise strikes and lightning-fast reflexes. We danced around each other, a deadly ballet of feints and parries. My frustration mounted with every blocked punch and missed kick. This wasn't a sparring session; it was a one-sided beatdown. "You fight like a cornered animal," Sa

My head throbbed like a bass playing on repeat inside my skull. Fantastic. Just what I needed after a night that felt like a horror movie with extra creepy whispers. "Ugh," I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. Every move felt like I was wrestling a grumpy bear. Running was the last thing I wanted to do, but sometimes fresh air did the trick better than any drug my grandma swore by. After a quick change into clothes that wouldn't mind getting a little snagged on branches, I stumbled outside.The cool morning air slapped me awake, momentarily pushing the throbbing in my head to the background. Inhaling deeply, I sighed. This felt like a good time to be in wolf form and wander the woods and clear my head. I focused on the familiar shift. Bones popped, fur whooshed in, and the world sharpened into focus through golden eyes. Now that was the good stuff. As a wolf, the headache became a dull afterthought, easily ignored.I loped through the trees, the wind whipping through my fur like a

Brock and I patrolled the perimeter of the pack territory. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the hoot of an owl. "How many have you seen?" Brock asked, his voice a low murmur. We walked shoulder to shoulder, a comfortable silence usually settling between us during these patrols. But tonight, the recent rogue sightings had replaced the usual easy camaraderie with a tense alertness. "Three in the past week," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Always at the same spot, near the western border." Brock frowned, his brow furrowing in thought. "That's unusual. Rogues rarely come this close to established pack territory, especially not this frequently." "I know," I said, voicing the unease that had been gnawing at me. "It's… unsettling." We continued walking in silence, the rhythmic crunch of our boots on fallen leaves the only sound. My gaze darted nervously around the dense foliage, searching for any sign of

Creeping through the bushes felt like I was starring in a bad spy movie. Guilt gnawed at me worse than a hangry wolf. Here I was, playing secret agent on my own packmate, all because I chickened out on telling Logan about his little romance with Sage.Peeking through the leaves, I watched Sage lead Brock deeper into the woods. Talk about awkward. This wasn't exactly how I pictured breaking the news.Suddenly, Sage leaned in and planted a kiss on Brock. My jaw practically hit the forest floor. Before I could even process that, my traitorous fingers fumbled for my phone, snapping a pic faster than a squirrel on Red Bull. Hey, evidence is key, right?A tangled mess of emotions wrestled inside me – anger, hurt, and a weird flicker of… relief? Like, major relief that Brock wasn't a lying cheater. But the image of him smooching Sage, the raw emotion on her face, left a sour taste in my mouth.They pulled away, foreheads touching, whispering like teenagers on a first date. I strained to hear