Too Late to Turn Back

Enyo Burnside (Too late to turn back)

The minute I yank my arm free from the prick I shift, that’s when my wolf senses him. I could feel his eyes on me, it both sent a thrill through me and fear. My wolf whimpers as I make her turn away from him, and if I'm honest my heart squeezes tight enough to take my breath away. I need to think, I need to go over the reports that I of the night my parents and Mate were killed; My mate.

The thought of Ben makes me stumble as she lets out a howl of pain, the same pain that burns through me everytime I think of him and the life we could have had. The life that was stolen from me, from us. My family, my future ripped away from me because of the man the Goddess has chosen to Mate me to; how does this work? How fair is this?

I push these thoughts away as the packhouse comes into view and I spot the usual Dylan welcome party standing waiting for the perfect Alpha coming back from war. Makes me sick. The guy is a total wanker, and his bitch Luna is as bad with her pretence. 

I slow as I spot Pippa, Dylan's younger sister, who is nothing at all like her brother or father thank the Goddess. No Pippa was more like the old Luna, her mother. She was kind and loving, but weak, far too weak for my liking. Pippa always wanted to be a warrior since she was really young, she would follow me around and since I was a lonely child I loved it.

I shift back as she comes rushing at me with an oversized t-shirt . She was bouncing on her feet “Did you find them, Enyo?” She asks excitedly, handing me the top. I can’t help but smile at her. At fifteen she was already taller than I was, not that means much as I am only just over five feet tall. 

“Hey Pip squeak, not today” She screws her face up, about to say something when Ashley the pack Barbie AKA new Luna walks up to us. “Hello, Enyo, I’m glad you're out of the dungeon again” She says in her overly sweet voice, the one she developed when she became Luna.

I look over her shoulder realising why she has approached me. Behinder stands the Alpha family and some of the werewolf council. I look back at her then at Pippa “Come on Pip squeak, fancy a sparring session?” The teenager's eyes go wide, then she nods and runs over to tell her mother before she comes back.

“Mother said as long as I am back for dinner” I smile and loop arms with her as we turn to leave Ashley speaks again.

“Enyo, we should have afternoon tea tomorrow” I just look at her with a what the fuck look before I turn to leave. Reaching out she grabs my arm, clearly feeling embarrassed.

“How dare you ignore your Luna” I yank free from her hold and step up to her, she visibly   pales; this makes me smirk. 

“Fuck off, Ashley and FYI you ante my Luna” With this I turn and pull a quietly laughing Pippa with me towards the training grounds.

“You know she will make you pay for that” Pippa leans in and says, I smile at her.

“Yeah, but it will be worth it” This time we both laugh together, part of me wishing she was older and wiser so I could have a friend to talk to about the latest development in my disaster of a life, if that's what you call it at times it feels like I am just existing.

We spared for two hours before Pippa had to go, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Deciding to shower and go over the paperwork I stole. Something just doesn’t add up, I identified the bodies, I took in every detail including scent and not once did I smell him. 

The tall male God of a man I met today. 

My mouth waters as I remember his rich Cedar wood and dark chocolate. His golden eyes that held warmth and acceptance as he gazed at me as if I was all that mattered; So why did I leave? My wolf whimpers, she wants to go to him. Every bit of my body screams for him, his touch, even just his gaze. 

After an hour or so of going over the paperwork, that I know off by heart I decide in frustration to go for a run. I can’t shake the feeling I am missing something. I am so lost in thought I don’t realise where we are until she skids to a halt. About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him.

Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy. 

I stand wondering if this is a good idea when my wolf shifts; Fucking traitor, I grumble at her. I stand in all my nakedness, and as shifters we don’t really bother about this but right now standing in front of this God like man I feel vulnerable and on show. But if one thing my parents taught me it’s to never show your hand school your emotions.

He steps towards me, but on instinct I step back and for the first time I feel guilt as hurt flashes over his face. He drops his hand giving me a gentle smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey, little wolf” His deep gravelly voice sends a shiver straight down my spine. The way he says little wolf has pleasure rushing to my core, before I realise what I am doing I cross my legs. This action has him smirking, and I know what you are up to kinda smile. I frown at him even though the thought of mounting him and dry humping him is what I really want. 

“So, Enyo, that's the Goddess of war right?” I just look at him for a moment, then the thought of actually finding out anything crosses my mind, so I take the leap of faith I never thought I would but have my wolf howling in happiness.

“So, Clayton” I say, and his smile grows showing perfect white teeth. Goddess why do I feel like my barriers are starting to lower.