It’s been five days since Kylie’s death, which means it’s been five days of vigorous training with the pack. No one is holding back. Everyone is excelling with target practice and learning to use guns. We’ve always had access to a large selection of weapons, including guns, but never have we felt a need to master them as we are now. It’s mostly reserved for pack members who wish to be a warrior but are unable to shift. We train them in weapons to give them something to compensate for a lack of wolf. Our weapons are all modified, and custom made to fight various supernatural enemies. In this case, we have to be cautious because the weapons we use on our enemy are lethal to us as well, so we can’t just go into this arrogantly. Marcus is still back at this pack handling whatever he needs to handle, but we are in communication, even if that communication feels awkward at the best of times. He insisted I take down my barrier and I reluctantly did so. I know that sounds selfish because wi
After eating a nice, large breakfast I call Evalyn and Eric to my office. Eric had asked permission to set up a support group for the pack after Izac and Kylie’s deaths and I thought it was a brilliant idea. It has been going fantastically. It gives the pack a chance to have a space they can share their grief and fear over everything that is happening. I’m disappointed I never thought about it myself, but I’m so grateful to Eric for establishing it. Eric arranges the meetings and checks in on everyone; they’ve really gotten close to him and him to them. Turns out Eric has training as a councillor so he’s putting it to use. Who knew? With Tyson focused on training and Chris handling weapon and medical supplies while Vitali reports to me and we both battle plan and organise pack procedures, Evalyn has stepped in and helped take over the day to day financial needs of the pack, which I also appreciate. Fighting and training, have never been her strong suit, so she’s found other areas she
Being without Amelia before we marked was the shittiest period of my life but being marked to her and being away from her takes the fucking cake. What made it even more unbearable was she’d put up a barrier so I couldn’t link her or feel anything she felt. At first, I accepted it but then it was starting to piss me off. So I texted her and kindly asked her to take it down, which she did. I both regret and don’t regret making her do it. On one hand, I’m relieved to feel our connection, but on the other hand, I can feel her sadness, her grief, her loneliness and her anxiety and it’s eating away at me. I should be with her, but I know part of her problems are caused by me. Breaking the news to my parents that not only was I marked and mated but I was leaving the pack and joining another pack as a Luna, received mixed reviews. Dad was over the fucking moon. I mean, he was radiating joy and pride. He respects hierarchy, respects our Goddess and hearing his son just ranked up and will be r
"Do you deliberately keep waiting until I’m gone to end up under attack? Is this your way of punishing me, by giving me a fucking heart attack?” Marcus huffs, his voice full of panic, frustration and concern. Ace whines as he looks over Zara, who I’m sure looks pretty battered right now. He quickly trots over and licks her wounds, and she nudges his side affectionately. “Actually, yeah. I have an arrangement with Mykel to only attack when you leave due to being a jerk,” I say sarcastically. “Your sarcasm is noted,” Marcus snorts. “You sure? Because I can take it up a notch,” I offer. “We have missed you so much!” Ace whines. “We missed you too, but if you don’t mind, we have an ‘Alpha’ to kill, so if you could scoot to the side, my fury lover, we’d appreciate it,” says Zara being bossy. “You’re sexy when you’re bossy,” Ace growls lowly. Zara quickly leaps on an approaching wolf coming up behind Ace, tossing them aside like a ragdoll. I catch a quick glance of Mykel who is looki
It’s hard to fight when you’re worried about the person you love who – for Goddess knows what reason – has shifted into their human form to fight and is trading blows with some naked fucktard. Turns out I am not mentally equipped to handle that. She’s healing faster than I expected but she’s still pretty banged up so this is an uneven fight in so many ways. The fucker clearly hung back waiting for his army of wolves to wear her down so he can swoop in and take an easy win. What a weak fucking prick. Too scared to take her on a full strength so he waits till she’s vulnerable. Even then she’s terrific. She’s effortlessly dodging his attacks, but she’s not making any of her own, which I don’t get. “She’s stalling. She’s waiting for Zara to regain her energy,” Ace informs me. “Huh? How do you know that? Wait, that’s a thing?” I ask confused. “Zara and I have a very healthy relationship thank you very much. Zara and Amelia work as a team, everything they do is like a dance they’ve rehea
During the battle, we lost four good warriors. It’s never good or easy to lose anyone, but the fact this pack took on such a large scale attack and only suffered four casualties is a fucking miracle. But I won’t say that out loud. It’s pretty obvious we owe our victory on two main factors. Amelia’s smart planning, including the snipper team who were taking down enemy targets swiftly and effectively, and of course Mei. Without our resident nagata, we would have all been spectacularly fucked up the ass with a branding iron. Just have it rammed up there good. She single-handedly was able to keep most of the enemy wolves back and healed so many warriors, preventing further casualties. She’s being humble about it of course, but we know we owe a great deal to that woman. I wasn’t here when the pack said their goodbyes to Izac and Kylie, but at least I was able to be here for these fallen warriors. Jacob Ford. Carlie Platt. Shane Black. Robert McCarty. I never knew them, but I will forever
I kick the door shut behind me, throwing us both onto the bed, her body trapped underneath me. I trace her Alpha’s Mark on her heaving chest with my tongue to the sound of breathy moans as she bucks her hips against me, her needy pussy seeking what it knows can bring it unmatched pleasure. I press into her, grinding my hard bulge against her pussy covered by her soaking panties. “Is this what you want?” I ask as I slide my hand into her dress massaging her breast while gliding my tongue up her neck. “No,” she breathes, and before I know it she’s flipped us so she’s on top. Fucking hell, this is a nice view. “This is what I want,” she says, her eyes and voice full of lust. “Show me,” I tell her as I glide my hands up her inner thighs. She quickly pulls off her dressing tossing it away, my eyes getting hypnotized by the way her tits bounce from the action. She guides my hands to her panties, her eyes on me with so much dominance… you’d think I’d feel weird about it, but it’s fucking t
Luna ceremonies are a lot of fucking work but thank the Gods I haven’t had to lift a finger. I used to make jokes about how all Lunas did was plan parties and events, I never meant it, but it is a big part of running a pack, and props to those Lunas. Amelia, Evalyn, and Eric have been working hard on planning this Luna ceremony, the only thing I’ve been asked to do was pick flowers, colour scheme and whether I want it indoors or outdoors. I chose indoors; the pack colours – so green and black – and red roses. I did ask to be left to handle what I’ll be wearing since I want to surprise Amelia. What a blessing Grandma Sorrell had been; she is a feisty bite-size woman. She is so delightful until she gets annoyed and then she’s dropping the hammer. The moment someone around the pack makes a snide comment about me being Luna, Sorrell is whipping them into shape. She doesn’t even have to do much. A strong smack to the head or a tug of the ears has them in tears and then she makes them do c