A week after Diane’s body was found, Matthias went looking for Lyra. The Medic House sat just outside the main grounds, tucked beneath the trees like it wanted to be forgotten. At dawn, when no one else was awake, he knew Lyra would be awake. She was as much a soldier as Matthias was, and he knew the kind of hours she kept. As expected, the lights were on. Matthias did not bother with a knock before he pushed the front door open, knowing fully well that the door would be open. Lyra was at her desk, dressed in more color than he’d ever seen on her—a black and white checkered shirt she had buttoned halfway up, paired with hot red shorts that rode up on her pale thighs where she sat. Her short, blonde hair fell across the side of her face, shielding her view from Matthias’s for a minute. She must have scented him, because her head shot up a moment later, digging her nose out from the notebook it was buried in. She gaped at him momentarily, before regaining her composure and pushin
When he woke up that morning, he found Raine curled around him, naked and beautiful in the pale light of the morning. Ronan couldn’t recall when last he slept at home this long, and for some reason, he didn’t exactly hate the idea of waking up to this woman, especially now that she was so docile and pliant. Deliberately ignoring the dark circles around her eyes and the way her ribs were more pronounced than usual, Ronan slipped out of the bed and got dressed for the day. A moment later, he was entering his father’s study, where Matthias, Malte, and Silas were seated around the long table Matthias usually reserved for war meetings. A trickle of something ran down his spine at the sight of all them like that. It was almost foreshadowing for the future, when Killian decided to push their plan forward, and Ronan finally took a hold of the pack. They all looked up when he walked in, but Silas was the first to speak. “Ronan, we were just talking about you.” His brows furrowed, eyes n
The kiss was uncalculated, a spur of the moment. There was a reason why Killian did not indulge in spurs of the moment, because they had consequences and fallouts that he was not ready to deal with. Case in point, Ronan Draven’s hot air in his face as the young man’s hand fisted in Killian’s shirt, snarling against him, his nostrils flared wide as he scented Killian, the smell of his mate driving him even wilder with anger. “Answer me.” He growled, shaking Killian until his teeth rattled. “Why do you smell like Raine?” Killian cocked a brow, taking in the sheen of sweat on the boy’s face. “What an interesting reaction to have for someone you care nothing about.” He caught Selene’s gaze from across the room, watching her eyes narrow as she watched Ronan’s display. “Or have I missed a memo somewhere, Draven? Since when did she become out of bounds?” “You killed her mother.” Ronan hissed. “I will not let you go near her.” Killian rolled his eyes, pushing Ronan away with little eff
Ronan went straight for the slave houses, where Selene had brought him the first time he met Hansel. Ronan kept his head low as he walked through the pack, but he was a familiar enough face that no one paid him much mind. Once at the house, he headed straight for Hansel’s room, giving a cursory nod to the handler stationed at the reception. The alpha woman sent him a small wave, barely paying him any mind. With his heart in his throat, he took the stairs two at a time, hoping Hansel was home. He didn’t bother knocking before he pushed the door open and stepped in, only to come to a complete stop at the sight he walked into. There was a large man on a chair by the corner, and Hansel knelt between the man’s spread legs, his head bobbing up and down as he serviced the much larger wolf. The man was the first to notice Ronan, and he failed in surprise before pushing Hansel away. The smaller ward witch turned around in shock, blinking blearily at Ronan before his eyes cleared in recogni
Malte and Thalia were in Killian’s study room when Ronan joined them. He was brought by one of the security guards to cover up the fact that he was far too familiar with the house. Malte glanced up from their seat on the couch when he walked in, and his gaze on Ronan felt almost knowing. Like he knew more than he was letting on. Ronan deliberately kept his gaze away from the man, walking around to take the space next to Thalia. Killian sat at his desk, looking down at all of them like a King from atop his throne. Selene stood next to him. They were a vision in matching white fur, their hair flowing down their shoulders, looking like mirror images of the other, their piercing blue eyes twin lasers over the room. Ronan felt a chill down his spine at the sight of them both. He’d forgotten just how powerful the twins were, and this was a chilling reminder. “Ronan Draven.” Killian drawled, with his chin in his palm, he looked almost bored. “How nice of you to finally join us.” “Alpha
Hyper aware of both Malte and Thalia’s gazes on him, Ronan fished out the box he kept in his coat pocket and marched forward until he was standing in front of Killian’s desk. Killian kept eye contact with him as he closed the space between them, one corner of his lips tilted up in a small smirk. With a deep breath, Ronan dropped the box on the table. It was a packet of tea. A very familiar brand. Ronan knew what it meant, and so did Killian. The alpha’s gaze dropped to the box, a muscle jumping in his jaw before he dragged his gaze back up. The smirk was gone, replaced with a dark look Ronan could not read, but sent chills down his spine regardless. “Give us Hansel, and it’s yours.” Selene snorted, rolling her eyes. “This is ridiculous.” Killian ignored her, and so did Ronan. “Do you realize what you’re offering?” Killian asked. Ronan nodded. “Yes. Give us the ward witch, and you can have it.” Selene scoffed again, glaring at both of them. “You can’t seriously be
Raine sent her a dry look. “My business is with Matthias.” “Of course.” She nodded, blinking rapidly. “You don’t look so good, are you sure you’re up for today?” “I don’t need your pity.” She sneered, her anger curdling into something ugly that fought to spill out. “If I have any health related issue. I know where to find you.” Lyra reared back, brows furrowed like she didn’t understand the attitude. Her mouth parted slightly, like she wanted to say something, but she changed her mind, nodding once instead. “Of course, please do not hesitate to reach out.” She cleared her throat, squeezing Raine’s shoulder as she walked past. “I truly am sorry for your loss.” Before Raine could say something scathing in response, Lyra was gone, shutting the door behind her as she left. Raine huffed, her anger boiling over until she wanted to scream with the force of it. She swept forward, catching a glimpse of herself in the large mirror. As she stared at the columns in her throat, and her
Lyra was the first to hear her come in, her head snapping up. She watched Raine approach wearily, pursing her lips like she was expecting another treatment like the one she got earlier. But Raine chose to pay her mind, bowing instead at Matthias. “We’ve had your mother’s body brought down to the creek.” The alpha said, his voice hoarse. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take you down there, and the procession can start.” Raine nodded, even as the thought of finally saying goodbye to her mother filled her with a grief so profound she couldn’t even put it into words. Matthias didn’t say another word, and with one last nod, he turned and led Raine out the house, past the pack and down to the creek where Diane would be cremated. Just like her father, and every other wolf in the pack, Diane Whitmore would be cremated on the banks of the pack’s only creek, and then much later in the night, during the customary crossing over party, Raine would scatter her mother’s ashes over the fields, under
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