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09 Family meeting

Author: Mia E Rivers
last update Last Updated: 2023-10-12 18:15:42
Becca

I spent the last two weeks learning everything there is to know about how most packs operate and what differences they have. There are a lot.

I found only two more packs where the reports mention any kind of protection spells, so there is hope for more of us.

Even though the file my Mum showed me is the only report on the Crystal Ice Pack, the photos and drawings are wholly burned in my memory, I spent so many times watching them. The images of the Alpha family with Alpha Jack, Luna Astrid, the young Annalise, and two younger boys, Blake and Benjamin, are engraved in my heart- their smiles, their hopes, the mouth of the cave behind them. And the next photo, with all the members standing next to one another, shows a pack I’ve had once and dreamed about since. They are one big family.

My heart stutters as I close the folder again and put it on the shelf.

I’m ready. Ready to find them, to meet them, to be part of the Crystal Ice Pack.

The realization chills me with both fear a
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  • Journey to the last Werewolf Pack   29 Feelings

    Becca When Jason requested separate rooms at the Inn yesterday evening, I had difficulty covering the hurt on my face. Judging by the receptionist’s expression, I failed completely. At least my room for the night was warm and cozy, with hot water in the shower. It had everything a girl would need, right? Well, the only missing piece was a man to curl around me… And not just any man. Sleeping without Jason’s arm tucked at my waist left me tossing and turning all night. I swear the rhythm of his heartbeat has been engraved in my soul, and now I need it to stay sane. His scent still lingers on some of my clothes, although I refused to bring any of them into bed with me. As the morning sun peeks through the curtains, I stare at the ceiling, listening for any sounds coming from his room. He must still be sleeping. Without the worry lines on his forehead or the tension in his shoulders. Calm and relaxed. And probably naked. Is his morning excitement matching mine? A breathy sigh leaves m

  • Journey to the last Werewolf Pack   28 success

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  • Journey to the last Werewolf Pack   27 The clue

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  • Journey to the last Werewolf Pack   26 the cave

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  • Journey to the last Werewolf Pack   25 two against two

    BeccaI wake up hours later in the bed, tucked close to Jason, with my hands resting covered in the healing foam. He must’ve carried me to bed, as I’m still fully dressed. I look back at him, and his droopy eyes blink.“Hey,” he croaks.“Thanks.” I turn to my back, keeping my hands over the covers. His arm slips back from my waist, and I instantly regret the move.“Of course,” he replies with a slow smile.“You can sleep. I’m fine and can take over the watch.” I whisper, glancing from the ceiling back to him.“Are you sure?” Jason lifts his head, assessing me.“Yeah. You need to sleep, too. I’ll wake you so we can leave at sunrise.”He slowly nods and turns on his front, his hand under his pillow. Within a few minutes, his light snores tell me he is fast asleep. No surprise there. He didn’t sleep yesterday.No matter where I look, I can’t tell the time. I sigh, cursing myself. I should’ve asked Jason. And for my phone, too. The idea of getting out of bed flies out of my head as quickl

  • Journey to the last Werewolf Pack   24 Burn

    Becca Yesterday, we used our own utensils and ate our own food to avoid the situation we are currently in. To avoid anything they could use against us. I cannot phantom how we missed it today. But I guess we were both too tired and too focused on watching their moves; we didn’t see the hidden intention behind the dinner. The embarrassment of my stupidness colors my cheeks and makes my heart race. How will we get out of this situation? Ideas are popping up in my head, but I have to ditch all of them ‘cause they might make things even worse. The hopelessness of the situation freezes me. I keep my gaze and shoulders steady as I cut the meat and bring the first bite to my mouth. Carefully, though, not to let the fork touch my lips. I let out a moan of delight, complimenting the food, as I focus on steadying my voice. Jason follows my lead, and we quicken our eating. The sensitive skin on my left palm and finger bends is where it is the most painful, becoming a burn I can hardly take.

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