We come out of the bathroom to find Bronx watching TV in the sitting area. He stands up when he hears the bathroom door open. When he turns around, he freezes.
"Oh my Goddess," he says under his breath. He gulps as he stares at me.
"She cleans up nice, huh?" Lenora smiles.
"Uh, yeah, I- uh, stun- that - I," he's not able to make a full sentence as he stares at me.
"You know what, I'm just gonna go," Lenora says over my shoulder as she points to the door. She gives me a thumbs up and a wink as she leaves.
I stand where she left me, not sure what to do with my hands.
"Waannnaaa… watch TV with me?" Bronx points behind him at the television.
Lenora lunges across the table, sailing over top of me, causing the person who had grabbed me to let go. I hear growling and snarling as she fights with the person. At the same time, Ashley grabs me by the wrist and pulls me away from the scuffle. She runs into the bathroom and locks the door. “Kas, are you okay?" Ashley holds both sides of my face, "Come on, Kas, answer me, please.” I feel myself looking at her, but I feel numb. Like my mind is separating from my body. There is a high pitched hum taking over my hearing. Even Lex is trying to call me but she sounds so far away. I can't feel her like I usually do. Ashley is patting my face. I see her talking to me, but I can't hear her anymore. All I hear is the steady high pitched hum. My body starts shivering in fear. I need to calm down. Lenora and Ashley are g
The next day we meet with the Betas and Gammas in Bronx's office first thing in the morning. They all agree on something right away. I don't get to leave the packhouse unless I have two security guards at all times. We don't know where Ryan or his dad are. Bronx is not willing to take any chances. Ashley picks up her phone and laptop and goes to the back of the office where there is a small conference table. She comes back a few minutes later with a smile on her face. “All set. They'll be here in fifteen minutes," she says cheerfully. “Good work, Ashley. Alright team, next order of business. We have to do research and figure out why Kas has powers and if there is anything we need to do to make accommodations for her," Bronx says, "Kas, tell us what you have experienced so far. Please.”
“Violet? Like the color of Kas's eyes?" Ashley asks. Her voice is thick with skepticism. “Yeah, Ashley, other than the flower, there are not a whole lot of definitions of violet," Lenora teases. Reggie looks up from the book he's referencing, "Kas, what did you say your dad's name was?” “Andy. Why?” Reggie nudges Bronx who leans over the book and reads aloud, "Selene was so enamored with the way Endymion looked while he was sleeping in a cave on Mount Latmus that she asked Zeus to allow her to have a relationship with him. Oh, holy shit.” “Mount Latmus? Like my last name?" I'm a bit confused. “Kas, what if Andy is like some sort of shortened, modernized version of Endymi
I pick up the bag and walk down to Kas's suite. Hopefully, I can convince her to accept the gift. She seems weird about money, but I don't understand why. I want to spend it on her. Down to my last penny and according to my accountants, I have a lot of pennies. After the incident at the mall, I don't think she knows just how much Lenora and Ashley bought for her. They left some pajamas and casual clothes in her suite for her, but the rest they hung up or put in drawers in the closet room of my apartment. They even had a custom upholstered bench added to the closet, so it will be more comfortable when the girls are in there. I decide I probably shouldn't mention it to Kas for now. She would find out eventually. As I think about the closet, I wonder if I could convince Kas to move into the apartment with me or if it is too soon. I just want to be able to spend
"So she had powers before her wolf woke up?" Elder Randall questions after Kas tells the Elders her story. He sounds suspicious of Kas's claims. "Randall, Kas is sitting right here. Please address her directly. She doesn't have a rank right now, but she is Blood River's future Luna Regent," I scold the old man. Randall gets a sour look on his face at being corrected and huffs at me. There are fifteen werewolves from around the world on the Elder Council, making up the international governing body for all werewolf kind. They are former Alphas and Alpha Regents who have been elected to their council positions after they turned their packs over to their successors. There are many who believe I will be elected to the Council one day. Only time will tell. The knowledge of
"Let's break gentlemen. Take the time you need for lunch, tea, follow up on pack business, whatever you need. We'll reconvene later this afternoon," Saint's growl reverberates through my voice as he fights for control. I don't wait for an answer. I bow and leave the room with Kas following close behind. "Bronx! What's the matter?" Kas calls after me. I can't stop, Saint is forcing his way to the surface. I can't risk hurting her or saying something I'd regret. She has been working so hard the past couple of weeks, meeting with the therapist, eating healthy foods so she can gain weight, and getting to know pack members. I can’t ruin that progress by losing my temper in front of her. Even with all the positive strides she made, she still has nightmares almost every night. She tosses and turns, talks and cries in her sleep, and wakes up screaming in cold s
Kas's POV Bronx looks like a swamp monster as he walks towards me with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I stand up when I see him, putting my hands over my mouth with a little gasp. We make eye contact. With all the mud, I can't read his expression, but I can feel his pain. Not physical pain, emotional pain. "I need you," he growls as he walks past Milo and Lenora. He leans over, wraps his muddy arms around my waist, and picks me up. He doesn't even break his stride. He just keeps walking. There's a squishing sound where his skin contacts my clothes. Welp, I guess this outfit is done for. After listening to everything Milo and Lenora just told me, I had no idea what reaction to expect when Bronx got back, but it certainly wasn't being thrown over the shoulder of a swamp monster.
When I come out of the bathroom, Bronx is sitting at the breakfast bar waiting for me. He's back to his stoic composed self, looking handsome in a tailored blue suit with an eye patch to match and a crisp, white shirt unbuttoned at the top. I sit next to him and place my hand on his arm. “Bronx, if being trained by witches is the only way to help me, then that is what I need to do. We have to accept that. Elder Henri is right. I don't want to hurt anyone because I don't know what I'm doing or can't control my abilities. I understand your concerns about witches being here, so I think it would be best for me to go to them, if they agree to it. That way they don't have to come here and you don't have to worry about the pack. We just need to come to an agreement with them on what the terms are for me being there.” He rubs his hands on his face and sighs thi