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Loyal To The Pack 53 Shift
Sarah My hands shake in the cold as I hide them in my hoodie’s sleeves. I’d say it’s my nerves because they are on the last thread for sure, but as I plan to undress and shift in a few minutes, I chose not to wear enough clothes. That was a wrong move on my part - the early morning of February day in Black River is freezing. Slipping on the frozen snow for the hundredth time, I curse at my clumsiness today. I’m heading to my childhood hiding spot to meet up with Nate. He convinced me to meet him there, as all I wanted to do was hide somewhere and go through my first shift alone. I don’t really know any other way to deal with things. I would’ve met him afterward, but I wanted to leave the bed before he woke up. Obviously, I failed with that attempt. The hurt I saw in his eyes when I told him about my plan washed over me, guided by our bond. I couldn’t leave him there. So, we settled on me shifting alone, but he’ll be on his way by then. So, here I am, attempting to shift at 25 when
Loyal To The Pack 1 Sarah
Sarah The chilly wind sneaks under my hair, sending a cold shiver down my spine. I quickly pull up the fur-lined hood of my jacket. Where is this cold coming from? We have only a handful of chilly days during winter, as the weather rarely goes below zero. “Please, please," she pleads, her tiny lips pouting. "Ok, Abby, one last slide," I consent, unable to say no to that cute little face, especially with her eyes shining like her mum’s. "Thanks, Aunt Sarah. You're the best." The end of her hair flips as she turns like a windstorm and sprints off. We came to this playground when I picked her up from preschool, and I’m surprised that it’s not empty due to the cold weather. I watch as she tells another girl excitedly that she can stay for one more slide and climbs the ladder. This time she follows through with our deal, and we leave right after she touches down. "You know, we promised your Mommy that we'll buy those running shoes today, and it’s getting dark," I explain to her a
Loyal To The Pack 2 Nate
Nate The previous day As I enter the forest, I slow down the car and roll down the window to smell the fresh snow in the woods. I can never get enough of this view and scent. It is still early morning, and the sun hasn’t had time to chase away the icy morning weather that almost freezes my windpipe and lungs. 'You can stick your head out with your tongue hanging; I won’t tell anyone.' I hear my inner wolf Dante mocking me. 'No, thanks. You can ask next time when we are riding with someone if you want that, you know,' I reply, knowing he would love doing that very well. 'I’m not a dog,'” he huffs, returning to the back of my mind, enjoying the view. After driving for a few minutes, I can see my two huskies running alongside the truck, between the trees. I just arrived back in the territory, and they recognize the sound of my Ford pick-up truck every time and follow me throughout the territory. I whistle at them, and they bark back. My big black and white boy, Champ, has bee
Loyal To The Pack 3 Mate
Nate It’s Sunday, which means family lunch at my parents’ house. I love spending time with them and Gabriel’s family as long as our father keeps his opinion on how we lead the pack. Although that rarely happens. Most of the time, we argue about things he shouldn’t be concerned about anymore. “Hi, Gabriel,” I greet him as he walks towards me when I enter the house. I’ve never called him Alpha. He asked me not to when he took on the role. We trust each other, and he treats me as his equal. He always says this is our pack, not his. “Oh look, my Beta is here,” he calls out, and I frown. He had never addressed me like this before. “Fill me in on the details. What was the problem at the border?” he motions to follow him to dad’s office. I sit down and tell him everything I’ve discussed with the rogue: my suspicions and plans. We appoint a team to search their pack land. The family lunch goes as it usually goes, I sit with Clara, Gabriel’s oldest, and she explains every new technique s
Loyal To The Pack 4 Bond
Nate “I have a presentation to start,” she says impatiently. “You should go and sign that contract. It was nice seeing you.” She moves to walk back. “Sarah, please wait….” I finally say desperation etched in my voice. I try to stop her from walking away by stepping beside her and catching her hand. Our fingers intertwine, and our eyes lock, maybe just for a moment, but I feel the world stop around us. She stops with me, unable to move until she shakes her head and tears her angry eyes from me to look at our hands, so I let her go quickly. The feeling of letting her go leaves my hand and heart with such emptiness that I have never felt before. “Can I see you later?” I ask urgently, putting every hope I have in that and adding a tiny smile as reassurance that I have good intentions. “Why?” that’s all she replies. “To talk, … catch up, I don’t know,” I say, pleading. My palms are sweating as I shove them into my pockets. I already regret every word I said, but she softens up a
Loyal To The Pack 5 Date
Sarah The whole day was crazy after Nate showed up. Focusing on work was a new challenge I’d never had before. He’s been gone for hours now, but I still flush when I think about how he smiled at me. How many times have I dreamed about him smiling at me like that? I can’t even count. My mind is full of questions, though. Why is he here? How is it possible that he looks even better? Are we really going to meet today? What am I going to say to him? Hi, you look sexier than ever. … Hey, long time no see… Hi, I’m Sarah, remember me?... Yeah, like any of that would lead to something good… It’s been like ten years since I last saw him, and I almost forgot how it feels to look into his deep blue eyes. With a flick of his smile, my well-built confidence disappeared just to transport my body back to that shy 14-year-old girl’s mind and heart. The memory of the last time I saw him floods my brain: While packing my bags to leave my home to study in a boarding school, I look out the window
Loyal To The Pack 6 Not coffee
Sarah The way he strides toward me shakes my whole world. The last shred of denial that it’s happening breaks when his smile creates a dimple on his left cheek, making butterflies flood my stomach. He is here. Here to meet me. To smile just at me. Even if the world exploded around us, I wouldn’t notice. My brain slows his movements like slow motion in a movie as he bypasses Britt to stand on the other side of the chair where I left my jacket and bag. My mouth has gone dry, and I can’t seem to form words, standing there stupidly with a bottle in each hand. “Hi, Sarah,” he says, and the gravity of his cheeky gaze slices straight through me, shutting up my thoughts. “Here’s a beer.” I croak out awkwardly, handing the bottle. “Thanks, I thought we were having coffee,” he says casually, with that cocky grin still present. It looks like he successfully woke up from the shock he seemed to have in the law firm when we talked. “Oh yeah, I hate coffee, but you can get one.” I mo
Loyal To The Pack 7 Crush
Sarah The afternoon sun emits its last rays, but we barely catch any between the area’s skyscrapers. Brit’s arm is still looped over my own as we walk, balancing our work- and gym bags in the sea of people rushing to catch the next subway or train. “So, tell me, how did it go?” Brit implores me ending our silent walk to the gym. “I don’t know. I’m still processing.” I sigh heavily as I wipe my face with a hand. She has no idea where I'm from, what secrets I have to keep, has to hide to protect others. “Ok, then tell me who he is," her voice jumps an octave at the end of that sentence as she inclines her head towards me. “Arrr. Why is he here?” I let out a growl in frustration. “Maybe if you’d talk to me, I could help figure that out.” She stops in front of me, blocking my way on the pavement. “Ok, ok. So, we grew up in the same town. I lived there till I was fourteen," I tell her the truth, keeping it as simple as possible. "He is five years older than me, and we never hang out
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