“I apologize if I kept you waiting.” He drawled, voice crisp and collected. “I had some loose ends to tie up.” “What poor sod did you toss in a ditch this time?” Selene asked. Ronan had not touched her milkshake, so she dragged the glass back to her and slurped on the straw loudly. “No one’s in a ditch.” He chided, “It was nothing important. Well, nothing that won’t be revealed in due time anyway.” Unable to help himself, Ronan reached out for the box on the table, and was surprised to find it was a pack of tea bags. And, it was a brand he knew very well. When he glanced back up, Killian was staring at him, something in his eyes made Ronan’s hackles rise. “Do you find it familiar, Draven?” He asked, glancing down at the pack. “Uh…yes.” “Really?” Selene asked, “I didn’t know you were a tea person, Ronan.” Ronan shook his head, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. “I’m not. It’s just…this is the brand that Raine drinks.” Killian cocked his head to the side, smiling. “What a coin
Raine remembered her just barely. The woman died when she and Ronan were seven-ish. Matthias’s mate, and the Luna of the pack. She had baby Ronan in her arms, while Silas hugged his father’s legs, a smudge of ice cream against his cheek. Raine couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face, even as a twinge of jealousy settled in her chest at the sight of Matthias’s arms around his mate, the way he smiled down at her like she was the only one he had eyes for. Ronan had never looked at Raine like that. Not even before he’d rejected her. She returned the frame back to it’s place and stepped out of the alpha’s room, feeling like she’d done something she wasn’t supposed to. She was stepping down the last stair when a knock sounded at the door. Raine frowned. None of the people who lived here needed to knock. They all had their keys. And no one would come looking for Matthias here, not when the whole pack knew he’d be at another meeting. Raine approached the door cautiously, flex
Raine furrowed her brows in confusion as noise erupted among the crowd once again, each person wanting to be heard over the other as everyone yelled out their opinions. Someone jostled her in the ensuring chaos, and she fell back against Killian. He brought a hand out to steady her with a grip on her waist, his gloves cold even through the fabric of her shirt. Suddenly, Matthias was there. Pushing past the crowd to reach her. Ronan and Silas followed behind. Ronan’s gaze met hers, unreadable as it dropped to where Killian held her. “Outside!” Matthias barked, face twisted in anger. “Now, Raine!” She pulled away from Killian’s grip and found herself bustled out in between four wolf men. As soon as they were out of the hall, Matthias was lunging at Killian, wrapping a hand around the front of his chest and pushing him up against the wall of the building, hard enough that the concrete cracked. Killian’s face didn’t change. He held both hands up and stared impassively down at Matthia
“Ha but I never said I wasn’t dangerous.” He reached down and pulled at one of his gloves, shifting it a little so his wrist was exposed. The sight of that pale silver of skin made him unusually vulnerable, and she wasn’t sure why. “I’m an alpha wolf. It is in my nature to be dangerous. But like I said, I do not start fights.” “Why do they all hate you then?” Killian smiled, but it came out more wistful than amused. “My family has history with the Dravens. A bit of bad blood if you must say. But I do not believe in inheriting enemies. I’d much rather make my own.” He glanced at her with a glint in his eye. Before she could say anything else, Ronan stepped in between them, throwing an arm around her shoulders. Raine blinked in surprise. This was the first time he’d touched her since that first night. She glanced up at him, shocked at this sudden behavior, even as her cheeks heated up. “I didn’t know you and Alpha Voss were so friendly,” his smile was too bright, too wide, and he
Raine came to his room in the dead of the night. But unlike that night many weeks ago, she was completely sober. It was sometime after one a.m., and Matthias was in the bathroom, head thrown back under the spray of the shower, reminiscing about the day’s events and letting the warm water soothe his aches. The shower door slid open a moment later, and Matthias turned to find her there. Naked and as beautiful as the first time he saw her. She had her hair up in a messy bun, some tendrils managed to escape and fell around her face in soft willowy wisps, framing her features and bringing out her eyes. He stared at her, shocked. “What are you doing here?”She shrugged a shoulder, “Ronan’s asleep. It’s been a tense couple of days for you, I figured you wouldn’t mind some stress relieve.” She bit down on her lip. “Am I being too forward?”“What? No.” He sputtered, “Never!” She sent him a small, shy smile that went straight through him and he stepped back a little, making space for her in
“I don’t trust him.” She spoke warily, picking each word carefully. “I just think maybe you should place the needs of the pack above any personal vendettas you might have with the Voss.” “Are you telling me how to do my job?” Matthias growled, his voice low and deadly. Raine swallowed, stepping back into the counter, her scent souring with fear. She opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could, the back door swung open with a bang, and a female beta soldier ran in, panting and frantic. “Alpha Draven...” she panted, chest heaving with each panicked breath. “A fight…the pack square. General Malte and Ronan. I think he’s going to kill him.” The square was chaos. By the time Matthias arrived, the place was a bloodbath. Almost every wolf in the pack was gathered, the crowd dense and tight as everyone yelled one thing or another at the spectacle going on before them. The air reeked of blood and sweat as he forced his way through the throng of bodies. The screams fr
A gasp rippled through the crowd, their murmurs growing louder with each second. Matthias took a step forward, refusing to let himself be undermined in the presence of his pack by both his son, and his general. “Watch yourself, General.” Malte did not back down. He never did, he was a stubborn old crow. “Watch myself? I’ve fought beside you for years, Matthias. Giving you the best of what I had to offer. I have never given you a reason to doubt my loyalty. And yet I see you hesitate while your son spins lies and destroys the pack from within, accusing my best men for a crime they had no hand in.” He gestured broadly at his gathered soldiers. Thalia stared at her alpha as well, her eyes filled with molten hate. “How much longer until you realize that your son will drag this pack to ruin?!” Thalia called, her voice sharp like the crack of a whip in the quiet. Ronan snarled, pushing forward to attack, but Malte was there, staring him down. “You will let them talk to me this way, Fat
“We have to contain this before it spreads,” Matthias said, breaking the silence finally. “Right now, Malte is locked in his quarters, as well as the other accused wolves. But that’s not going to hold for long.” He turned back around, meeting his son’s gaze. “We have to figure out what to do with him, and fast.” “What do you have in mind?” Silas asked, watching him closely. “Matthias pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose, rubbing at the ache there. “I just need concrete proof. If Malte’s men are innocent, we’ll clear their names, as well as his. And if he’s guilty…” Silas watched him trail off, “The pack will demand for blood, Father.” He spoke with sympathy. “Are you ready to deal with that?” Matthias didn’t answer right away. Part of him held on to the hope that all of this was just one big misunderstanding, and that it would all sort itself out if he just gave it time. But he knew things didn’t work like that. There was no easy solution, no path that didn’t lead to c
According to Lyra, Raine’s bones had refused to heal because someone had used wolfs bane to separate her from her wolf, and had been doing it for so long, that her innate self had retreated so far back. Leaving her without her wolf and all the abilities that came with it. While Lyra said all these, Raine was asleep, having knocked out as soon as her head hit the pillow, so he couldn’t even ask her when she’d first been exposed to the substance, he and Lyra needed an exact date to be able to determine just how long the poison had been circulating in her system. “Where did you find her?” Lyra asked after they sat in silence for twenty minutes. She was writing something at the desk, staring at him from across the small space. She couldn’t use her medic house in the meantime, so she was using this pack house bedroom as a make shift office. Ronan shook his head where he stood, towering over Raine in bed, watching her chest rise and fall with each shallow breath. She looked smaller th
It seemed like the entire world was at a standstill as Matthias watched his son’s car draw closer and closer until it stopped just by the border. Ronan stepped out and froze, shocked to find everyone there. His gaze snapped to Killian’s briefly, and a flash of something went through his gaze. It looked a little like fear, but it was gone far too soon to be sure. Matthias wasn’t even looking at him long enough to be sure. The only thing he had eyes on was Raine. It’d been only less than a week, but seeing her in the flesh was a knife to his gut. He hadn’t even realized how much he’d missed her until now. His wolf whined, drawing close and seeking the bond between them, but there was no answering call from her side. Just like it was that first night, Matthias felt like he was calling out to a brick wall. Something was wrong here. She looked like a shadow of her former self, and that was before she stepped out of the car, and he finally saw the cast on her leg and the crutches. Wha
Raine turned briefly to catch Selene’s gaze and then she asked. “I wanna know what the deal is. With you and Selene. You come all the way over here to see her, and you hate driving. So tell me what’s so special between you both that’s git you so invested.” Selene laughed out loud behind them, throwing her head back. “Such a simple question. And the answer is very simple, Ronan loves me. You can relate. He hasn’t loved you a day in his life.” I didn’t care bout the crutches in my hands or the cast on my hand. I growled for the first time in days, and lounged at Selene. Tackling her to the floor from across the room.♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎Against his better judgement, Matthias found himself leading Killian and the strange boy witch through the pack and into the woods on the territory before they reached the pack borders where the ruined wards were. There was a sinister twinge to the air that morning and it sent a shiver of discomfort down the alpha's spine, and he made sure to keep am eye o
“What the fuck?” Ronan gasped, staggering back into the room as the bedroom door opened wider. He stared at Raine like he wasn’t a hundred percent sure she was even really there. He turned his attention to Selene, and the woman stood tall, her chin high like no one was a threat to her. Which to be fair, was true. “You told me she wasn’t here.” He growled, stalking closer to her. “You swore that you had you had no idea where she was. You lied to me!” “Oh simmer down.” She hissed, rolling her eyes. “You’re getting pressed over a woman you claim to have no hold on.” “That is not the point.” He glowered, “Look at her! How am I supposed to take her back to the camp in a cast and crutches? What am I going to tell Matthias?” “What makes you think Killian will let you take her out of here behind his back?” Ronan growled, his wolf coming to the surface with the force of his anger. Raine staggered, much weaker now in the face of his wolf’s power without her wolf to tamper it. Selene r
On the tenth day of her imprisonment, Raine smelled Ronan’s scent. The days bled into each other, Raine found herself staring for a long time at the bottle of pills Selene dropped next to her, until her gaze had gone unfocused and she stared unseeingly at the distance. The pill bottle had stayed where it was until Killian returned and met it there. At the sight of the plastic yellow bottle, something had flashed in his eyes, and he’d stood next to the bed with a look she couldn’t read in his eyes, staring at her, his eyes bright in the dark as he stood for so long. After what felt like forever, he pulled open the drawer at the bedside table and tossed the bottle of pills inside, away from where she could see it. He didn’t say a word, hadn’t even asked how she managed to get it, and Raine had said nothing as explanation. That night, he slept in his bed, next to her for the first time since he’d brought her there. Raine shut her eyes and pretended she was back in the packhouse, in M
The handshake went on for much longer than Mathias was comfortable with, and when it ended, a shiver ran down Matthias’s spine and lingered like static under his skin as Killian dropped his hand last, his touch lingering for much longer than was necessary. The other man’s gaze was unreadable, the corners of his lips twitching like he was holding back a burst of laughter. Maybe it was a sneer, or both for that matter. Matthias didn’t know which unsettled him more. “Shall we, alpha?” the Voss alpha said with a mock bow, rolling his hand in the direction of the dining area. “Would you rather we speak here? Or should we take this discussion elsewhere? Maybe with a bit more privacy?” “No.” Matthias snapped, keeping his growl in check. “We can have the discussion, right here. This discussion will be brief. I’d hate to keep you waiting longer than you’d have to.” Killian tilted his head slightly, staring at Mathias with an expression he couldn’t read. “I’d also hate to hate to keep yo
The days bled into each other until Raine wasn’t sure anymore how long it’d been since she last saw her pack. Killian swore there was no wolfsbane in her system, and so did the doctor, but her bones refused to mend themselves, and her senses were as muted as they’d been when she was a child. She could not smell or sense anything more than the average human, and her wolf was deadly silent. When she told Killian all these, he would look at her with an expression she’d come to know as fond pity. Like she was a beloved cat who didn’t know it was dying. Raine didn’t feel like she was dying. She couldn’t feel anything much, but she at least would know if her body was giving up on her. She was in bed most days, in his bed to be precise, but at least he didn’t sleep in it as far as she was concerned, and only female helps came to assist her in dressing and cleaning up. Raine had no qualms about being nude in front of strangers, but she was relived beyond doubt that Killian would not be th
It’d been five days since Raine was last seen in the pack. It was a constant gnawing at Matthias’s mind, but he hadn’t even been given enough peace of mind to properly torture himself over the matter. Tensions in the pack were worse than over, with several of his solders refusing to follow orders and organizing some kind of strike against his leadership. The unrest in the pack had escalated to full blown protests, with wolves turning violent towards themselves and members of Matthias’s house. Lyra had to move into the pack house for the main time because many wolves kept targeting her medic building and threatening her if she didn’t misalign herself from Matthias, Silas had once been attacked while on his way to the wards, and has since stopped leaving the house without extra backing, and to make matters worse, the pack house was no longer a hundred percent foolproof. Just the day before, a handful of wolves managed to get past the guards posted around the house’s compound, and f
Her head was pounding, and everything felt so groggy. She wasn’t sure what was going on, or if the images in her head were dreams or not. Once she thought she woke and found a strange man next to her, his face blurred as he stroked over her hair and face, but then a pain so sharp had cut through her entire being that she’d passed out from the intensity. The next and only thing she remembered was a vague dreamlike memory of her wolf nipping at her ear, trying to pull her out a fog of swamp like water, trying to answer the call of another wolf in the distance, but by the time she’d stumbled out of the swamp, she realized she couldn’t walk, and kept stumbling, falling to knees and forced to watch her wolf grow fainter with each panicked yip it made, until eventually it was gone, and Raine was left alone with nothing but a low throb in her leg. She woke with a gasp, much like that night at the pack after that nightmare, expect this time things were so much worse. Still panting, Rai