LOGINThe pack house was wide awake that night. Torches were burning in the hall and warriors were sharpening their blades and checking their armor. The omegas were packing supplies. Saying quiet prayers. Even the kids were being really quiet they were all huddled together in the corners with their eyes wide open they could feel that something was off.
Damon and I were standing on the balcony looking out at the grounds. The moon was full. It was making everything look silver. There were fires burning on the training fields people were still there practicing. The air smelled like smoke and oil. It was kind of scary. I was leaning on the stone railing. My body was still hurting from the fight we had earlier.. The pain did not feel like it was mine anymore. Damon was standing behind me he was really close. I could feel his body heat through my shirt. He put his arms around my waist. He did it slowly like he was asking if it was okay. I leaned back into him without thinking about it. "You should get some rest " he said really quietly into my hair. "I do not think I can " I said. ". Can I " he said. We just stood there for a time not saying anything. Just breathing. I could feel his heart beating against my back. It felt really nice. The bond between us felt warm and deep. "I keep thinking about what we saw in the clearing " I said quietly. "The way those people smelled and the mark on their chest. They were not scared they were really sure of themselves." Damons arms got tighter around me. "They think they can take you away from me." "They can not do that " I said. "I know they can not " he said, his voice was really low. "But if they try to..." He did not finish what he was saying he did not need to. I turned around in his arms. Looked up at him. The moon was shining on his face. It was making the sharp lines and the shadows under his eyes look really cool. I saw a scar on his jaw that I had never noticed before. "I am scared " I said. It felt weird to say that loud I had not said it in a really long time. He put his hands on my face. His thumbs were brushing my cheeks. "I am terrified " he said, he was being really honest. "I am not scared of dying I am scared of losing you. I am scared of not being able to protect you." My throat felt tight. "Then do not watch " I said quietly. "Fight with me stay with me." He leaned down and kissed me it was an deep kiss. It did not feel like the kisses we had before it felt like he was making a promise. Like he was putting everything he felt into that kiss. When we stopped kissing we were both breathing hard. He put his forehead against mine. "I love you " he said again like he needed to hear it loud. "I love you much it hurts." I smiled a bit my lips were still touching his. "I love you too " I said. " When I wanted to be angry with you especially then." He laughed a bit it was a soft sound. "Lets go to bed " he said. "We have a hours before it gets light. Let me hold you." I nodded. We did not make love that night not like I thought we would. He just took my clothes off slowly and carefully he was gentle with all my bruises. He kissed every mark on my body every place where I had been hurt. Then he pulled me into his bed. Wrapped his arms around me like he was shielding me. We were skin to skin, heart to heart. His hand was stroking my back in circles mine was tracing the old scars on his chest. We did not talk much we just breathed together. At one point I felt his wolf brush against mine it was warm and protective. Mine answered they curled around each other like they had been waiting forever. "I am not going to let them take this away " I whispered into the dark. "Neither am I " he said. I fell asleep eventually it was an broken sleep.. I did sleep. When I woke up the sky was just starting to get light. Damon was already awake he was watching me. "They are close " he said quietly. "I can feel it." I sat up. Pulled the sheet, around me. "Then lets go meet them " I said. He nodded he reached out. Tucked my hair behind my ear. "Together " he said. "Together " I said. We got dressed in silence we put on our armor and our weapons. He put his cloak over my shoulders again it felt right. Before we left the room he caught my hand. Pulled me close one last time. "No matter what happens today " he said, his voice was low and fierce. "You are mine. I am yours always." I kissed him hard. Then we walked out together into the hall where the pack was waiting. Into the dawn, where the enemy was coming. The White Wolf was not hiding anymore. Neither was her Alpha. The war had. We were ready.The days after the ritual felt really normal which was almost worse than all the things that happened.I woke up every morning with Damons arm around me his breath warm on the back of my neck and for a seconds everything felt okay. The bad thing inside me was still there a little knot behind my ribs but it was quieter now. Weaker. It did not. Give me bad dreams every night. It just waited. It whispered to me when I was tired or angry or alone. It said mean things that sounded like my thoughts.They are watching you. Waiting for you to make a mistake.Damon says he loves you. He will see the bad person you can be eventually.I tried to ignore it every time. I focused on Damons heartbeat. On the way his fingers touched my skin when he thought I was asleep. On the connection between us that felt stronger since the ritual like our love had made some of the bad things go away.The bad thing inside me was patient.The fighting outside our walls was not.We spent the week getting ready. We t
The decision to do the ritual happened fast. We could not wait anymore. The seed was getting worse. It did not wait for me to be tired or distracted. It spoke to me during the day in the middle of conversations while I was eating while I was training. Sometimes it was a cold feeling. Sometimes it was a voice that sounded like mine saying things I did not want to think about. They are all waiting for you to fail. Damon says he loves you. He will leave when you become something he can not control. Why fight for people who never fought for you?I started waking up in the middle of the night with my hands around my throat like I was trying to stop the whispers from coming out. Damon would wake up with me every time pulling my hands away gently holding me until the shaking stopped. He never got angry. He never looked at me like I was broken. He just held me. Whispered that he was there that I was still me that we would beat this.. I could see the fear in his eyes when he thought I was not
The seed was taking over.I could feel the seed every second now like a second heartbeat that beat just a little out of rhythm with my own heartbeat. The seed did not shout at me anymore. The seed whispered to me. Constantly. The seed made suggestions that sounded almost like my own thoughts. The seed told me that the people around me do not really trust me. The seed said that they are waiting for me to fail. The seed asked me why I fight hard for people who spent years wishing I was dead.I started avoiding the people around me.During training I kept to the edges working alone or only with Damon. In the hall I sat quietly eating fast and leaving early. Even Lilas worried glances started to feel too heavy for me. I smiled at Lila when I could. The smiles felt fake to me stretched too thin.Damon noticed everything that was happening to me.He did not push me at first. He just stayed close to me. His hand was on my back when we walked. His arm was around me at night. He gave me kisses
The seed did not give me any peace. It followed me everywhere now. During training the seed was there. While I was eating the seed was there. In the quiet moments when I tried to steal a few seconds alone the seed was there. It was always there like a pulse under my own heartbeat, cold and patient and whispering things I did not want to hear.I started avoiding mirrors because every time I caught my reflection my eyes looked a little darker. Not the warm brown I was used to. Something sharper something hungrier. I told myself it was exhaustion. The pack was still. We were training harder than ever. Sleep was rare and broken.. Deep down I knew it was not just that. The seed was changing me. I could feel it.One evening I was alone in the clearing behind the pack house trying to meditate like Mara had suggested. The air was cool. The sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks. I sat cross-legged on the grass. Closed my eyes focusing on my breathing. In, ou
The next few days were a blur.We kept burying our dead. We kept fixing the walls. We kept training until we were too tired to move.Every night I fell asleep in Damons arms. I tried not to think about the thing growing inside my chest.It felt like a darker heartbeat.It started small.I felt a spot behind my ribs. A quiet chill that wouldn't go away.Damon held me close. It didn't help.Then it spread.Little tendrils of darkness made my wolf restless.She. Growled, even when there was no threat around us.Sometimes I stared at nothing.I got lost in memories that didn't feel like mine.I remembered fire. My moms voice.My dad casting a spell with his breath.I didn't tell Damon how bad it was getting.Not at first.He knew.Our bond told him.One night after a day of training we lay in bed.The room was dark except for the moonlight.Damons arm was around me.His chest was pressed to my back.His breath was warm against my neck.His hand rested on my stomach.He moved his thumb in
The next few days were a blur.We kept burying our dead. We kept fixing the walls. We kept training until we were too tired to move.Every night I fell asleep in Damons arms. I tried not to think about the thing growing inside my chest.It felt like a darker heartbeat.It started small.I felt a spot behind my ribs. A quiet chill that wouldn't go away.Damon held me close. It didn't help.Then it spread.Little tendrils of darkness made my wolf restless.She. Growled, even when there was no threat around us.Sometimes I stared at nothing.I got lost in memories that didn't feel like mine.I remembered fire. My moms voice.My dad casting a spell with his breath.I didn't tell Damon how bad it was getting.Not at first.He knew.Our bond told him.One night after a day of training we lay in bed.The room was dark except for the moonlight.Damons arm was around me.His chest was pressed to my back.His breath was warm against my neck.His hand rested on my stomach.He moved his thumb in
The days all blended together into one mess.We had to bury more of our people who died. We fixed the walls that were broken from the fire. We trained every day until our bodies were sore and tired.. Every night no matter how tired I was I slept in Damons arms trying not to think about the bad thin
I woke up screaming. It was not a scream but a broken and choked one that got stuck in my throat. The pain was everywhere it felt like something sharp was trying to get out from behind my ribs. My body felt wrong it was hot one second. Freezing the next. It was like fire and ice were fighting for s
The attack happened sooner than we thought it would.We thought we had two days before it came. The scouts told us that. Two days they said.. They were wrong.It was the middle of the night when the horns started blowing. It was not the three short blasts to warn us. This was one blast that sounded
The morning after the burial I could still smell the dirt and sadness in the air.I stood in the training yard with Damon next to me. The pack was spread out in front of us. Not everyone showed up. Some were still hurt. Some were too angry or scared.. Over a hundred people came. Warriors, a few ome







