Kharkovs howls more than did the trick. He even remained on all fours, somehow. Though the very act was twisting an already broken leg he tried to look intimidating. He was an all brown wolf, muscular and chunky in build. As soon as the first wolves out of the compound saw him they would mind-link for back-up. Injured or not he was still formidable. Just two doors of the compound opened as the first batch of men appeared. Confirming he was shifted I saw a rapid succession of clothes ripping and shredding. At least ten bald, hulking guards shifting into various colours of wolf. Like a distorted ballet, a collection of twisting, crunching limbs all came together. All with their jaws snapping, claws scratching at the ground ready to hunt and kill Kharkov. Aided by the darkness of night my Battalion remained unseen. Following their orders to not attack until the third door opened I took deep bracing breaths. However much I prided myself on being a Warrior, this was either going to rea
I spend the night trying to get organised and be productive. Halo won't stop whirring away in my mind, she is so edgy it’s making it impossible to focus. Wave after wave of fear and dread washes over me as darkness descends for I know the Battalion is walking into their hardest battle yet. The camp is soon fully packed and ready to vacate. It’s done so quickly because I am itching to get away and can’t sit still. The instant I hear Ivan’s voice I will be sprinting back into his arms. I know he's doing it for a higher purpose, to help the Shadowlands but surely for a couple so newly mated there shouldn't be this much time apart. It's physically hurting me, the gaps that are growing between our existence. /Cherish/ came the voice of Lyon, why was he linking me? Dropping a final batch of blankets to the ground I sprinted into the woods on foot to meet him. It was well after midnight and he was exhausted. He must have sprinted the whole way. "Get him food and water!" I shouted at my h
I knew I would be injured after taking on a dozen or so guards. I had no idea I would end up in limbo. I am in a strangely dreamy state. One where you know it’s not real and yet it’s too vivid to wake up from. I also know it’s a dream because standing in front of me is Azalea. The Azalea I remembered anyway, the petite stunner with olive skin and brown eyes. That stunning, deep green mermaid style dress she wore the night we were mated. Goddess she sparkled that night. I could remember how I madly grabbed her to me, our first kiss, everything just fitting together so perfectly. She smiled at me, the way she had done that night too, so soft and gentle, a little dimple forming in one cheek. I turned around and realised I was in a ballroom with her. The White Forest Pack ballroom to be precise, with its wooden floors and white walls. I kept trying to communicate with Kohl but there was nothing. The silence was terrifying. For over ten years his constant calm guidance and now the l
“Ivan!” a gruff male voice exclaimed as I woozily battled my way back into consciousness. Leveraged into a sitting position I almost fell back off the bed through the noise that followed. “He’s awake! Tell everyone, EVERYONE RIGHT NOW!” and with my vision still blurry I knew from that ridiculous announcement Jackson was beside me, bellowing like a bull. “Drink this,” a woman's voice said urgently. A perfumed aroma overcame me as I gagged on the lukewarm liquid. “You need to rehydrate, keep going,” as I slurped messily, the warm liquid spilling onto my bare chest. Kohl? Where is Kohl and my heart skipped a beat in panic. /We are fine. Better than fine and you are almost fully healed./ The more liquid I drank the more my memories started working their way back. The battle with Kharkov, the blood and claws everywhere. Laying down and then the ballroom. Shit, Cherish offered me Halo’s strength, where is she, is she safe. Was any of that real or a fever dream? As I dropped the bo
It felt like falling for the longest time. Floating through a blackness. Halo was there with me, distantly keeping me calm and focused as she looked after Ivan and Kohl. I seemed to land back on the earth and fluttered my eyes. I didn’t have time to think as before I could even make a sound Ivan was on me. Like a puppy. His body scooped me to him, covering me in kisses, praise and reprimands for being so foolish. “Cherish, you shouldn’t have risked yourself like that,” he said whilst holding me close to him, fervently kissing my cheeks, waking me from whatever world I’d been travelling in the most delightful way. “I’m meant to look after you, you silly mouse, you silly thing.” “Ivan,” raising my hand to cup his cheek and smile. “We’re here. We danced, was that real?” “It was, your lilac dress,” he whispered, “your gorgeous hair curled up and we danced together.” “And Azalea?” “Gone, permanently, her mark has been erased from my body. I don’t know if the rejection didn't work or
I have never driven so recklessly in my life. Having Cherish’s arms wrapped around my waist, every time I was forced to slow down for traffic, narrow tracks or to wait for the rest of the Battalion to catch her up her hand slid down to the front of my pants. Massaging and stroking my cock into getting hard, torturing me relentlessly over the course of our drive. When she started trying to do it when I was at full speed I had to growl and threaten to discipline her, which of course just made her worse. Dressed like a delicate, ladylike little Luna, all wide eyed innocence yet in our mindlink she’s unreal, constantly surprising me.Cragstone is a pleasant town, cobbled roads with grass verges, a lot of wooden buildings seeing as they cleared all the trees away originally for the farming land. I still cannot believe the majority of the population want this. Taking down the Cage complex and then Kingsley’s latest endeavour, people have really seen us as a force for good. I have no reg
That sleep was the final recovery I needed. I felt fully alive, tingling with pent up energy after doing nothing but eating and resting for so many days. My pulse was quickening, my thoughts racing with ideas, all of them naughty and involving Ivan. When Ivans hands trailing softly over my naked skin, his surprise at realising I had woken up before him and stripped off was exquisite. Not knowing where his hand would gently brush next made those fireworks extra sensitive. It took everything I had not to make a noise. To just enjoy his roaming. Rolling over my legs parted and I could feel how wet I'd become just through his touches. As his clothes hit the floor with a soft flump I sat up and shuffled away, vanishing from his sight in the dark. "Hey, where are you going?" he called softly, as I heard him leaning back onto the bed, the squashy mattress absorbing his huge body. It was my turn to delicately touch him in the dark. First I trailed a finger up his shins making him grunt.
Marked. Claimed by Cherish and it’s about time. I should have done it that first morning in the woods after she had shifted. But then it would have been in the wrong spot. Its position, close to my heart, is exactly where it belongs. Even the scar is less rough than the previous one.We chat away into the early hours of the morning. She seems to think I can't make her pass out in pleasure which makes me chuckle inwardly. I know full well I can. I'm just choosing to hold back that last percentage so I don't ejaculate into an unconscious woman like a psychopath.She makes me laugh with silly jokes and puns, the way she can visualise what we need to achieve at Cragstone is inspiring. Now I can see clearly too and know exactly what I want.I don't want to fight anymore. I want to avoid war at all costs. I'm never coming that close to losing her again. I want to have children with her. Start a family of little, gorgeous mouse-foxes and bask in the glow of love. I've seen enough blood and