GRAY
I dropped Reid off at the packhouse in Stillwater when we returned from Denver, then headed straight to the squad complex. I parked my Jeep in its usual spot and was heading for the gate when I caught Fallon’s scent, carried on the breeze from the opposite direction. My heart immediately lurched- with the events in Denver still fresh, my mind rushed to the worst case scenario- but after I followed her short trail to the clearing, my concern turned to jealous rage at the sight of that fucking kid lying on top of her.
Now I’m pacing in my room, regretting that I told her to come see me in an hour rather than in ten minutes. Her explanation in the forest made sense, and now with the benefit of hindsight I’m able to calm down, think clearly. Thank god I’m able to control my wolf, or he would’ve ripped Boyd’s throat out tonight.
Having Fallon come to my room here at the complex is risky, but I leave the door unlocked s
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FALLON “Circle up!” Theo calls out, his hands cupped around his mouth. We’ve been out in the arena training under the hot summer sun, and we’re all sweaty and tired. This morning was endurance training, while this afternoon we’ve been doing some sparring with our partners. I’ve been partnered with Shay all week, which would have been fun if I wasn’t in such a rut. Today’s session has been much better, though- I don’t what know changed, but I’m back, baby. I’ve been landing every offensive move, dodging every advance on defense. I just hope it’s not too little, too late. Saturday afternoon’s training session is always stressful because it’s the last one before weekly cuts are posted. There are thirty of us left, so half of us will be going home at some point before training camp ends. Since I’ve had such an off week, I’m even more anxious for the cut list to be posted, and I’m dreading seeing my name on it.
GRAY “So between Brennan and Connor…” Reid trails off, furrowing his brow. He looks up from the paper in front of him, across the table at the rest of us. We’re in the conference room at the squad complex, seated around the oval table. The five of us have been trying to determine who to cut this week, and honestly, I hate this part. All of the recruits have been working so hard- it kills me to crush someone’s dream. I wish we could keep them all, but I know how important it is to stack the squad with the best of the best. Especially after the recent scare we had with the rogues. During my time in Denver, we were able to confirm that the rogue they captured was indeed feeding them bad information, which was a relief to all. Even so, it was a necessary wake-up call- while the shadow pack may not yet be a pressing threat, it’s still out there, and it’ll come for us eventually. When it does, we’ll need to be ready to fight
FALLON It scares me a little bit how quickly my world has started to revolve around Gray. The weekend feels dull without him. My friends and I hit the bar in Goldenleaf on Saturday night, but he isn’t at his usual table in the corner with the other alphas. I still drink and dance and have fun with my friends, but the night is decidedly less exciting without the prospect of ending it with him. What I wouldn’t give for a repeat of last Saturday. Sundays are our day off, and I spend mine with Brooke. After being together basically every day for eighteen years, it feels strange to have to resort to weekly catch-ups to stay current on the events in on each other’s lives. I feign interest in her IT mumbo-jumbo, while she pretends to care about the new defensive maneuvers I’ve learned. If we were strangers, we’d have nothing in common- but she’s my twin, my closest friend and confidant. It feels so good just to be with her, talk to her.
GRAY Fallon and her friends are dedicated, I’ll give them that. Even after full day of training, the five of them are already in the arena waiting for me when I arrive on Monday evening, eager to get started. Call it overprotective, but I just don’t like the idea of Fallon being out in the forest at night- not since that rogue attacked her out there a couple of weeks ago. I’m also not fond of the idea of Boyd putting his hands on her to spar, but I digress. Since there are only five of them, they don’t form even pairs for practice exercises. It isn’t a problem, though- I pair myself with Fallon, and sparring with her is like an intense form of foreplay. Every touch is electric, and though I should take it easier on her so she can learn, all my wolf wants to do is take her down every time, dominate her and get her underneath us. The heady mix of adrenaline, endorphins, and arousal is driving us both mad. I teach Fa
FALLON “You know what time it is!” Jax shouts, grinning from ear to ear as he drops the crates of mesh scrimmage tanks in front of him on the practice field. The excitement among the recruits is palpable. War games are always on Wednesdays, and since we’ve been working in teams all week, we’re doubly stoked for this round. We’ve learned a lot about one another over the past few days while running drills as a unit, and we’ve already got a solid strategy for war games on lock. “Come and get em!” We trip over one another as we rush to the crate to grab our scrimmage vests, slipping them on over our clothing. I check my shoulder patches, make sure they’re securely fastened. “Gold team with us!” Theo calls out, and I turn to see him and Gray standing together. Heck yeah, war games and Gray as one of my team’s captains? Could this day get any better? Reid and Jax are captaining the ot
FALLON “Another vodka-cran?” Boyd asks, sliding an arm around my waist and grinning. “Make it a double,” I laugh, tossing my hair over my shoulder. I’m on cloud nine tonight- the cut list was posted earlier today, and not only did I squeak by into the final week of training camp, but all of my close friends made it, too. And the icing on the cake? Hannah got cut. I can’t think of better reasons to celebrate. This week at camp was really tough, especially after being put on a team with Hannah. Thankfully, after Gray caught her messing with me at war games on Wednesday, she kept her distance… but her fate was sealed. In a week where it’s all about teamwork, it’s not exactly a bright idea to go after your own teammate. When I saw that Hannah’s name was on the cut list and that mine and my friends’ were absent, it took every ounce of my self-control not to whoop and cheer and celebrate right there, at her expense. I
GRAY The full moon’s in a week. It’s like I can feel it inching closer, looming over me like it imposes some sort of expiration date on my happiness. I’ve never dreaded a full moon before. I still don’t know what this thing is between Fallon and me, but I know want to stretch it out, hold onto it as long as I can. If only there was a way to prolong the moon’s cycle. I barely sleep worth a damn on Saturday night, and when I stroll into the kitchen at the packhouse on Sunday morning Deke’s already there rummaging through the refrigerator for something to make for breakfast. His head pops up from behind the door of the fridge when he hears me come in and he flashes me a bright smile, always so damn chipper in the morning. “Good morning, Alpha.” Deke straightens, glancing through the doorway behind me. “No guests for breakfast today?” he asks teasingly. I roll my eyes, reaching up to rub the tense spot on the base of my nec
FALLON I feel like shit. I’ve been bottling everything up since Saturday night- I haven’t even gone to Brooke to talk things over. I don’t know why… maybe I’m embarrassed? I feel like a fool for getting involved with Gray. Hannah’s words still haunt me. As I jog onto the practice field on Monday morning, all of my muscles are achy, like the pain I’ve tried to bury deep in my soul is physically manifesting in my body. Then I see Gray standing out there with the other alphas and the sight of him cuts like a dagger straight to the heart. Even in his workout attire- gym shorts and a cutoff t-shirt- he’s an Adonis. His magnetic eyes immediately find mine. I dart my gaze away quickly, staring at the back of Davis’ neck instead as I follow him to the center of the practice field and take a spot beside him. I’m now close enough that I can smell Gray, my wolf stirring in response, but I can’t bring myself to look at him