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Run. 7empest
Lya It was Thursday. I had successfully avoided Oliver for nearly three whole days. I had woken up to evidence a black wolf had been in my bed each night - black wolf hair is glaringly apparent against white sheets - but he was always gone by the time I woke up. I was almost certain it was Oliver’s wolf, Adair. I will say, the attempts to avoid Oliver had resulted in spending a lot of time outside of the packhouse, meaning I was able to get more familiar with the town. Rose had shown me around a few other shops in the town after coffee on Tuesday. She continued to try and help me tap into my ability to shift, but every time failed. I didn’t tell her I had shifted to run to Marjorie’s cottage. I had no idea how I had called on that, and I didn’t want to give her false hope that shifting at will was a skill I possessed. Allyssa had once again made breakfast - this time successfully - on Wednesday, then dragged me along to the school to assist with substituting for some teachers while
Run. Killing in the Name
OliverIt was 7 am, and my office was filled with my Beta, Gamma, and Luna. She didn’t know, but I didn’t care. Her presence alone created a completion to the leadership I had never known. This pack needed her as much as I did, and as much as I wanted to fiercely protect her from the darker sides of this world, the Moon Goddess had carefully selected her to help lead us through it for a reason. Adair and I were painfully aware of how carefully Lya had been avoiding us since waking up in her bed after the night of the full moon. But, oddly enough, Adair was not concerned, and I just followed his lead. I knew Adair and Tala had forged ahead on some level of the mate bond, just waiting for their human counterparts to catch up, and I couldn’t help but feel as if he had some information he was withholding from me. Keeping Lya tightly tucked under my arm, however, was proving to be a distraction, especially when the minute traces of the bond were still so new. Fingers snapping in my face
Run. Love is a Battle Field
Lya As it turned out, war strategy meetings weren’t that bad. The remainder of it had been filled with just damage control - Trevor couldn’t come back to the pack yet in fear of leading them right to the pack, and a group of warriors were being sent out to join the scouts. It went without saying that Oliver was furious. I personally felt like part of the reason Trevor was not allowed back at the pack yet was to keep Oliver from killing him for his award winning 'Hunters vs Werewolves: Battle of 2010' reenactment. I didn’t expect to be in meetings by any means, but it was kind of cool and validating to be listened to and my thoughts respected when I was the new kid on the block. Cody stuck to his word, and I was currently sitting in the Cyber Unit at the training center with the head of the department, Cody, and Rose. After identifying the people whom I knew for certain were connected to Ted in some sort of hunter capacity on my social media friends lists, we went down the rabbit hol
Run. Telling Ghosts
Oliver After the meeting, I let Adair take over. We needed a run, and to blow off some steam. I told one of the warriors on patrol to take a couple hours off, and filled in for him. Meetings like that never brought good news. The previous night when I mindlinked Cody, he had made sure to remind me that he had told me so regarding the information Lya had shared. We all knew she knew something, even if she didn’t realize she did. It was my idiotic mindset that my mate would never do me wrong that blinded me from pursuing that information. Adair growled. 'It wasn’t intentional,' he insisted. I knew he was right there. Since Tala had been more present with Lya, Adair had been able to maintain more of a connection with her. That gave us the privilege of at least getting an idea of her intentions. Adair would be able to pick up on if they were dark and sinister. Right now, he only saw innocence and misunderstanding. Something in my mind flickered and Adair perked up. He started
Run. Street Fighting Man
Lya The note Cody had passed to me outlined times I needed to be at the training grounds, which also happened to be times he knew Oliver had prior obligations that would keep him out of the packhouse and away from the grounds. Today, he was supposed to be at the school, overseeing how the high school students were doing with their own training. It seemed like this pack revolved around being prepared, which didn’t quite make sense seeing as so many people bragged about how there had been primarily peace for so long. I trudged over to the training grounds, taking as much time as I could spare. Rose had made sure to apologize before she started with riling Tala and me up so we could shift, but her words still bothered me. Maybe she was right. Maybe he hadn’t said something about me being his mate because he didn’t want me. Maybe he’d prefer someone who had had a good relationship with their wolf for their whole life. Maybe I just wasn’t good enough for him and he was just going to reje
Run. Gimme Gimme Gimme
OliverI glanced down at my watch. I had another half hour of dealing with the high school kids, and to be honest, I wasn’t completely certain why I was here. The kids were developing well, and I was quite happy with how they maintained themselves in their sparring. Usually, Gregory oversaw them, checking in once or twice a week, and left the majority of their training up to warriors. But, I felt making an appearance would motivate them a bit more. I walked around the room, occasionally making comments to improve form or technique. Overall, I didn’t see how I was needed here, especially when I could think of better uses of my time. I made my way over to Colin, to let him know I’d be ducking out early. “Alpha,” he nodded as I approached. “Will you be here next Thursday?” I asked, getting right to the point. Colin shook his head. “No, Ellie and I alternate. This week, I had Tuesday and Thursday, next week, I’ll have Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.” I furrowed my brow. To my know
Run. Buttercup
Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side. 'Lya, mate!' Tala insisted. I just rolled my eyes at her. Ever since I had chastised her for not telling me Oliver was our mate, she had made a point of announcing it every time we saw him. It was getting annoying.'I get it, now leave me alone,' I growled, frustrated by her nagging. 'But mate! Mate is right there!' “Hi,” Oliver said with a
Run. American Honey
Oliver I watched as Lya slept soundly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. I was about to drift off myself when my phone vibrated against the nightstand, jolting me from my thoughts. I reached over and grabbed it before the sound could wake her. I groaned, noticing it was an incoming call, and not one I felt like I could refuse. I got up from the bed, quietly making my way out of her room. “Hey man,” I said, keeping my voice low and closing the door as quietly as possible. Lya wasn’t historically a light sleeper, but I tiptoed to my office anyway. “Make it quick.” “Am I interrupting something?” my brother chuckled. “No,” I sighed. “Lya just has night terrors.” Thom cleared his throat. “Right. Mate bonds are the cure for all maladies.” I could hear the sorrow in his voice. I knew he was happy with his life now, but I imagined the pain of the loss of your fated never quite went away. “Trevor called. Heard things aren’t shaping up too well.” “On which
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