Helena struggled to keep her mind on the things she needed to do. Her mind just wouldn’t stay on topic. There were just too many things she needed to get a grasp of. Her father’s ideas for the position of Alpha. Her father’s death, no, his murder. Ugh, that one’s a sticking point. Now more than ever the safety of the pack, herself, and even the twins. They knew where the trouble came from now. But how could she get the facts? Those facts made understanding, reacting, and predicting the future so much easier. Now she couldn’t mourn, she didn’t have time for it. Too many people relied on her to get things done.
Jillian returned with the information from the medical centre and though most of the news appeared good. The number of beds taken up didn’t bode well if they’re attacked aga
Helena couldn’t believe these men. They fought over everything yet ended up working hand and glove together at the end. Brian appeared as the comforting and providing one. While Chris displayed the protecting and controlling traits. As time went on, she saw the two work together as parts of a single whole. Even their wolf forms symbolized the yin and Yang of their personalities. Brian appeared as a solid white wolf while Chris appeared solid black, equal in size. How could she choose between them? Was it still her call who would become the next alpha? Now Jillian and she sat on the back
Helena followed the others into the lake house. As they settled into the place, Josh sent the few enforcers out to monitor the activity around the lake and house. Then he went about setting up a small command centre in a corner of the living room. Jillian and Helena went upstairs to settle in and have a little privacy. “This is insane. We can’t be running away every time something like this happens.” Jillian dropped her bag onto a bed in frustration. “What if they need us? We’re here and it’s almost a half-hour drive back.” “I gather they don’t believe we’re needed there. After all, we’re non-combat females. Maybe, their right. Our being there puts others in danger. Here we’re tucked
Later, Helena and Jillian stood in the small kitchen of the lake house, listening to Josh with his radio. He listened to the instructions and communications. She thought it would ease her mind to hear the news of the incident, but it didn’t. Helena worried over the safety of Brian and Chris. How could they expect her to stand around in a safe place, while they go into danger for a pack that wasn’t theirs, but hers? She stood there leaning against the sink, chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek, listening, and praying that she didn’t hear a report about any injured or, worse, dead. How did this happen? She went from disliking the idea of mating, either. To the anxiety over which one to choose. Then to enjoying them both together in her bed, and now praying neither die defending her pack.&
The sunset just after the strange wolves slunk away. The day was long and drawn out with nothing but potential threats. Helena and Jillian sat within the lake house, bored out of their minds. The chatter on the radio gave them little to no understanding of what happened with their pack. No wolves appeared near the lake house, so they felt safe staying there. “If something doesn’t happen soon, I’ll scream or go hunting down these wolves for being jerks. This is worse than waiting for paint to dry.” Jillian tossed a dish towel onto the counter after she finished drying the dinner dishes. “Can we at least go outside and watch the sun go down? That would be better than staring at the four walls.” “No, if you want to
The twins entered the building the Council of Elders used for meetings like this. Traditionally, the Elders spoke of the pack’s interests with the Alpha and Luna often. They kept track of historical events and other important changes. The elders played scribe, historian, and representative for the pack who couldn’t speak for themselves. Now they waited in the anti-chamber for the Elders to get ready for the meeting. Brian paced as he attempted to organize what information he possessed within his mind the Elders might want to discuss. This wasn’t something he did often, and he wasn’t sure if they needed any of the information he possessed. Brian prayed they’d at least given them some understanding of what this meeting would entail. Brian prayed Chris wouldn’t embarrass him in there with the Elders.
Brian felt the sting of betrayal. All their plans, the trust developed between them over a lifetime, just disappearred with a few simple words. He couldn’t believe the overwhelming frustration that course through him. His words escaped him, and his first instinct was to lash out physically at his brother. The two brothers squared off with each other, growling at each other. Chris’ eyes never left Brian’s as they circled each other. How could he have been so blind to his brother’s betrayal? He believed they were closer than anyone else. What happened to their bond? “I can’t believe you would dishonour our trust, our bond with each other.” “Look who’s talking, brother dearest. What did you have pl
Helena and Jillian paced in irritation around the main room of the lake house. The radio went silent mostly hours ago. Now she tried to persuade Josh to allow them to contact the council of elders to get the ball rolling with a request to meet. But Josh wouldn’t allow it. He stuck to his orders of no contact until Chris or Brian arrived. “They have instructed me to wait, and that’s what we are doing. Your phones will stay where they are so they can’t trace them. Your safety is more important than seeing any elders right now and I won’t apologize for doing this.” “You’re an ass and you know it.” “Really Jillian? H
Helena passed a couple of guards at Chris’ apartment door. The explanation they gave her for their presence was to ensure that neither Chris nor Brian continued the violence. This was for their safety and for others. This boggled her mind. Why do something this destructive in the first place? Another question she’d ask the Elders when the time came. Perhaps she should write them down? She entered his apartment; the lighting was low, but she could see him lying on his back in the bed. The shadows made his face impossible to see. Helena could see bruised flesh and healing scratches. She winced, knowing Brian put those injuries there. What did the witch make them