Sebastian tucks me into his side as we walk toward the front door. The packhouse is quiet, aside from the distant sound of clinking coming down the hallway that leads to the kitchen. I pause for a moment, peeking the length of the wall when the smell of fresh yeasty rolls and cinnamon hits my nose. My mouth suddenly feels wet with drool as I leave the safety of Seb’s side in search of the food. I don’t know how long I have been in my room. Or If I was delirious and don’t remember eating or if Seb ever left my side, but if my stomach is any indication. They have been starving me, and I need to rectify the issue. Seb follows behind me as I find my way through the spacious living room and directly into the open floor plan kitchen that is probably the size of most small homes in this pack. The woman in the kitchen freezes when she sees my look of determination and she looks over my shoulder at what I presume is Seb. In awe, I step up to the counter, lean down over the hot cinnamon rolls
~Wren~ Sebastian hasn’t left my side at all. He watches me when I walk to the bathroom and watches me when I walk back, his eyes looking over me like he hasn’t seen me in years. It’s not that I don’t like his eyes on me, because his eyes do things to me, like rile me up and make me blush thinking about the nights we have spent not sleeping. His looks are not even remotely sexual. It’s the damn concern on this big, usually stoic man’s face that is doing me in. “I’m not going to fall apart because you take your eyes off of me, Seb.” “Last time I let you out of sight–other than when I had to slip out to do Alpha things while you were sleeping–You were being dragged away from me and missing an appendage.” “Right well, we were in an active battle and I stupidly had a much higher opinion of my fighting skills. Consider me humbled and wiser for it.” I give him a soft smile. “I can do my Alpha things from here.” He assures me. I sigh as I saunter over to him and grab the papers from his
“So then what happened?” Mom asks, her eyes gleaming with tears of laughter. “Stupid Avi thought it would be smart to leap from one roof to the other. I mean, the one we were on was supposedly so unsteady,” I roll my eyes and Avi laughs. “Listen here, you little shit! It was wobbling under me!” He protests.“Right, well, you were convinced it was wobbly, so naturally I stupidly followed you and we both jumped to the other roof at the same time.”Avi is wiping tears from his face as he cackles and shakes his head.“And the whole freaking building collapsed.” I finish wheezing through the memory. “Your face was SO priceless.” I slap my leg and look at my mom, making a fake surprised ‘O’ face, trying to mimic the one Avi had made when the story occurred.He gives me a rough shove. “What! It was pretty accurate,” I say, protesting. “Yeah, I’m sure it was, but it’s not as good as your dad’s face when we told him we needed to hide and change our names, because surely the authorities wer
~Sebastian~ It’s a strange feeling going from always striving to go unnoticed to feeling like royalty. It’s not necessarily a bad feeling at the present, but if it doesn’t eventually wane, I’m sure it will grow old. For now, I will have to grow accustomed to the eyes that are always watching us. Thankfully, they aren’t full of anger or malice. Wren squeezes my hand, drawing my attention to her walking at my side. When I look over at her, she gives me a soft, reassuring smile. “It’s a little strange being in the spotlight, isn’t it?” She asks. I practically snort. “Yes, you could say that.” “What’s on your mind?” I drag her beyond the wall that protects our pack and wave and nod to pack members who are working to accommodate the rogues who have flooded into our pack looking for safety. We have more than enough resources and space to accommodate the new refugees, but will they want to stay? And how do I know we can trust all of them? The niggling doubt floats
~Wren~ “Leo!” I yell out with a big grin on my face. The little boy turns his head to see me and stands, hobbling his little legs toward me with a glorious smile on his face. I jog over to meet him halfway. Poor kid just had the run of his life a couple of hours ago. I try to hide my laugh when I see the chocolate smeared all around his thin lips, giving him the cutest food mustache. “Wren,” He breathes as he slams into my legs, “I see you are eating something sweet?” “How did you know?” His eyes go wide as he looks up at me, his arms still firmly around my thighs, not wanting to let me go. “Hmm, maybe it’s a Luna trick?” I didn’t think his eyes could grow wider than they were, but they do, and I can’t control my laughter anymore. “I’m joking, Leo” His face twists in confusion. “So you aren’t really a luna?” “That part wasn’t a joke. I am the Luna of this pack now.” I move to squat down in front of him and he releases my legs. My hand and arm rest on either side of his wa
I give Nickolai a tight hug, clinging to him tightly as he squeezes me back. When I pull away, his hands run down my arms, stopping at my wrist where he looks for a moment and shakes his head. “Does it weird you out?” I ask him, my lips twitching into a soft smile as he flounders with how to respond without hurting my feelings. I know it creeps him out. When he first saw it, it was all he could look at.“It shouldn’t.” He admits, “But It is definitely a little weird.”“Try having it be your hand,” I say with a chuckle.“They couldn’t… like… put it back on or something?” His question isn’t malicious or ill-willed, more of a curiosity. The werewolf's body is strange and amazing with its healing properties, but even healers struggle to keep up with what the body is capable of.“I know in the human world they would have sewn it back on if the cut was clean.” I shrug. “But it was chewed off and after the fight, as I’m sure you remember, my hand wasn’t the only appendage littering the grou
~Sebastian~I stand from my desk, checking the clock and groaning when I realize it's two in the morning. It’s been a week since Nickolai left and today is Wren’s fathers memorial. She has done a great job of avoiding the thought by occupying her time with planning and Leo. Today could go one of many ways and I’m going to need as much sleep as I can muster if I have to hold her while she cries. It’s my least favorite feeling in the world, knowing I can’t do anything to ease her pain. But at least this is a pain I can try to comfort. The very thought of her curling into my body as I settle in the bed spurs me to move faster as I hustle out of my office. I make my way up the stairs leading to our room and push the door open, Inhaling deeply. I used to foolishly think the best smell in the world was Wren’s. Now I know it’s our combined scent. The perfect balance of the two of us that is both calming and inviting. I close the door gently behind me, grimacing as the door latches. I move
~Wren~The marble slabs glitter as the sun beams down as if a beacon on the dead. Highlighting their loss and what it means to us, our pack. I hate that we have two empty slabs. Two enormous gray and shiny hunks of empty rock are ready for the next names to be etched. It’s a sobering reminder that the dead are gone and the living will always follow. How we go and when we go isn’t up to us. Life is fragile and fleeting. All the living can do once the ones we love have left, is keep them alive in our minds and heart. Originally, the entire area was going to be a meadow of wildflowers, something we give back to the earth, and in return, she would bring us beauty to console our aching hearts. But growing such things takes time–time we didn’t really have. So Sebastian and Tank suggested we plant some annual flowers and then next year we will prepare the ground for the wildflowers. Tank even said we should add some benches and stone walkways so people can come and reminisce with the people