Daliah"Right, yeah, that's what I said," the woman in front of me rambles on about her relationship issues. I shake my head with a sigh, pretending to care about her issues. My dress shoe taps anxiously on the hardwood floor at my feet, and when the heavy door squeaks open behind me, I excuse myself from our conversation."Everything alright?" Ben asks, looking over my shoulder at the flustered woman behind the desk. I give him a nod before walking to the defendant podium, retrieving a stack of prepared papers from my bag. "Miss Carol, here are those documents," I say, handing the woman I had been speaking with the stack. She smiles appreciative before disappearing behind the door with them."Why did you want to get here separately again?" Ben asks as soon as the woman is out of sight. I let out a heavy breath, thankful the woman hadn't commented on my eye color or the giant scar on the side of my face. "So I could befriend the secretary. This trial is already going to be a bitch w
Ben I check the time on my watch for the thousandth time since we arrived at the airport. Leaning against the black SUV I drove here with Kyle in, I let out a grumble as I finally see the slow rolling jet driving down the runway towards us. "Right on time," Kyle says, reminding me that we had gotten here nearly an hour early, because I didn't want to miss her coming back. She sounded terrified and utterly pissed off on the phone, and I want nothing more than to take her home with me.The stairs to the jet are released slowly, and I pilot steps down them carefully. Instead of waiting at the end of it like usual, he walks all the way to Kyle and me with his face contorted in concern."Sir," he says sternly in greeting. He is not a wolf, but I have been using him as my personal pilot for years now. I was just lucky as fuck he happened to be working another job in Northern Canada when I called him. "What is it?" I ask, already following him back towards the jet. "It's the girls. They'
Daliah"That's what I said, Bunny. Yeah, I tried to tell them, but they won't listen to anything I say!" Tears form in my eyes at the sound of Ben's voice on the other end of the black, corded phone. My left hand holds it close to my ear, and my right hand is still cuffed to my chair. The security guard who brought me into the room is standing at my side, and the older one is behind him. I listen to their snickers as I call Ben his nickname, and he grumbles on the other end of the phone. "I'll handle it, just, keep your cool, Dali." It is the last thing he says before hanging up the phone, and I stay holding the dead dial to my ear. I don't want to be here; I want to be home with my mate. Why did I come out here by myself? Placing the phone down slowly, the security guard is quick to pull my arm back to the side of the chair to restrain me once again. "Much good that did, huh, little miss?" the old man says with a snark behind me, and I return my nails to the palm of my hand, digg
DaliahThe ruins of the Alaskan pack weren't completely burnt as I had assumed they would be. Shrubs and trees grow from the center of the large pack house, and the stone that is left is scorched badly with black ash. Yet, somehow, there are still a few untouched rooms within it. One, of course, was the dungeons. I didn't find much here, only a few shackles on the wall, old cans, and a torn-apart mattress that looks as though an animal has been burrowed into it for years. A ground-floor bedroom was well intact, leaving behind blackened drawers filled with letters and pictures. After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fal
Ben "Heard from Daliah today?" I ask Carter, taking the coffee he hands me from the other side of my office desk. He shakes his head, taking a sip of his own drink. "Nah. Need my phone to call her again?" He asks, but I shake my head. Daliah will call me when she is ready. I had upset her last night when I called, but I needed to talk to her. Hell, I needed to hear her voice. I knew why she was there, but a part of me still hurt that she didn't want me to be there for her. Carter lands himself in the chair across from me, and I eye him over closely. "Did you need something?" I ask, sounding slightly rude, but I don't really care. Carter lets a breath go, nervously. "Well, I was wondering if there was anything I could help with. You know, with the case?" I cock an eyebrow at him. I should trust him. He is Watson's nephew, after all. "Like what?" I ask, wondering what a cosma-whatever could possibly do to help with the case. He shrugs in response, like I was supposed to tell him
Daliah"Just let me know if you need anything, alright?" The man in the pilot seat of the very small two-seater airplane shouts as the propellers start to spin noisily. I give him a quick nod as I pull the headphones he gave me over my ears. As soon as I had landed in Alaska, I was informed that the pack territory was on the north side of the state, and I had to catch a connection flight through a bush pilot.Holding my breath as the pilot starts to lift off the ground is involuntary, and I don't release the air from my lungs until we are leveled out above the sharp mountains around us. The thought of simply opening the door and jumping down to them crosses my mind, and I give my head a shake to lose the thought. "Beautiful, isn't it? First time in Alaska?" The pilot's voice rings through the headphones covering my ears, and I look at him with a tilted expression. He gives me a friendly smile, and I study the small dimple in his cheek as his teeth flash at me. "Yes," I say, surprise