All Chapters of Claiming The Pack (Mated To The Night Book 2: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A bit later, she and I got dressed and ready for the day. Bryn did get sick, but she assured me that she could follow through on her plan for the day.I scoped out a few cabins and locations for cabins that had promise. Some were closer to the commons for convenience’s sake, one or two that were settled in the forest and closer to Warg territory, and some that were closer to Glenda’s cabin. I’d need to ask Bryn what she thought about them.Looking at the locations and imagining what a future with Bryn and our pup would be like was a nice break from staring at financial accounts, stressing out about Troy’s whereabouts, and dwelling on the state of Samuel and his family. I couldn’t wait to get in bed with Bryn and talk about our future. When the two of us returned to Warg territory, we could have similar conversations about what needed to be done for the cabin.I was standing near the commons again, only a few paces away from the Kings’ bank. I still had things I wanted to do before the

“Sure, sure,” I said. “I think I’m going to find Bryn.” The fact that Lance had brought her up made me want to see her again. My need to make sure she was safe overpowered anything else.Chapter 20BrynTavi accompanied me to the garden. I’d reached out to her telepathically, asking if she’d like a change of pace, and she agreed.We entered the gardens, the scent on the air shifting from clear and pine-scented to the comforting aromas of moist soil and fresh vegetation. I’d heard that the crops had withered during the short span of Troy’s reign, and as familiar as the garden looked, I saw that things were different.In my memory, I saw lush fields filled with rich life, with bees and butterflies flitting from flower to flower. The growing plants looked healthy, but the fields weren’t as plentiful. Harvesting of the vegetables would account for some but not all of that loss. It hurt my heart to see how Troy’s evil had hurt the health of the land.“Wow,” Tavi said. “This is pretty amazi

I embraced her as hard as I could. “You’re welcome, Tavi. I hope this proves that I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. You’re my sister now and forever.”She chuckled. “Of course.” And then she added telepathically, “We’re sisters for life.”I could have held onto her for hours, but she pulled away, and we said our goodbyes. I went to the kitchen to make tea and toast, and then curled up on the couch because I didn’t feel like walking upstairs again. After finishing my tea and snack, I napped for a couple of hours.A knock on the door woke me. I yawned, stretching my arms over my head before getting up.It was Violet. When I opened the door, she gave me a warm hug. “Hello, sweetheart,” she said. “How are you?”“Hi, Violet,” I hugged her back. “I’m doing okay today, though I’m a little tired.”“Ah, I remember those days.” She gave an empathetic smile. “Is my son around?”“Not right now, but he’ll probably be home soon. Did you need something from him?”“Not really. I wanted to

Instead of responding to that, I asked, “What did you mean when you said you were getting things ready for tonight?”“I’m sure Bryn will tell you. It’s not anything you didn’t already know.” She patted my cheek. “See you then, son.”I closed the door behind her and returned to Bryn. “What are you and Mom doing tonight?”She smiled brightly at me. “There’s a ritual that will help me learn more about my birth mother. We’re doing it tonight!”Her smile was so sweet that it took me a few seconds to comprehend what she’d just told me. “Wait, you’re doing that tonight?”She nodded. “Isn’t that awesome?” But her smile slowly disappeared when she saw me frowning. “You don’t seem happy.”“Mom told me about that ritual. She said she needed to make sure it would be safe.”“Well, I guess she made sure it was safe. She wouldn’t have suggested it to me otherwise, would she?”She was right, but frustration swarmed my chest. “How could you make that decision without talking to me about it first?”Whe

My hands rubbed my stomach in slow circles. I didn’t have control over this body, so my mother was moving on her own. It was almost like she knew I was here somehow and was trying to show me as much as she could.Suddenly, the sound of footsteps running toward me permeated my mind. A little boy, maybe six or seven years old, sprint my way. One hand stayed on my belly as the boy got close. I hadn’t expected to hear my mother’s voice, but I felt her mouth open. I would have felt a shiver of anticipation had I been able to shiver.“My, you’re in a hurry, aren’t you?” she said as a smile spread across my face. She had a slow, smooth voice, like a fresh honeycomb pulled from the hive. It was easy to listen to, which made me wonder if she had been a good singer.The boy nodded. He couldn’t immediately answer her because he was still panting from his sprint. His black hair was an adorable mess. She chuckled and tried to pat the unruly locks into a more presentable style, but it didn’t work.