Hmmm, i smell something a foot!
LAMIA We found ourselves on the training field, yet again, I was currently teaching Tawny advanced combat moves. She knew a lot from her dad, but he could only train her so much with his position in the pack and she hadn’t attended pack training because she feared being ridiculed because she was not a wolf. I scoffed at that. Zane hadn’t left my side, even accompanied me to the hospital, and stayed while I visited my dad, who was still unconscious. He looked better though. Zane was leaving to go back to his pack in a week. He had to; as an Alpha, he had a pack to run and had been away long enough. He had left his Beta in charge, but a pack needed its Alpha. I understood. Didn’t mean I had to like it though. His Mom and sister left for home yesterday and I went to say goodbye to them, promising to see them soon. They were more than happy about mine and Zane’s pairing. It was crazy how close Zane and I had become in these short few days, it had barely been but a few days and we were
ZANE After eating in the dining hall, I was more than ready to have my doll all to my fucking self. I didn’t mind socializing, but I preferred to do it with my own pack. Prince prick and I had been getting on alright, much to my distaste. I still didn’t like the goody two-shoe prince, but he put my mate first and she was a top priority of his. I still didn’t like how close the fucker and Lamia are. Knowing they shared a ‘special bond’, whatever the fuck that was, grated on my nerves. Again, though, the little prick was somehow important to my mate, so that meant against my choice, I had to deal with it. Only for her would I deal with it, only for her would I put my differences aside. I kept thinking about the stupid story her kitty friend, Tawny, told us. I had laughed at the fairy tale, not sure how it was relevant to my doll. Yet… There was this niggling feeling in the back of my head and Dacia had paced around like a wandering fucking rabbit in the back of my mind for the rest
LAMIA It was already the end of the week, and despite how stressful it had been and all the meetings and planning, time flew by. I glanced in the mirror as I threw on a pair of denim shorts and a purple V-neck tee, pulling my hair into a ponytail, my fingers trailed over Zane’s mark. I smiled; it was the image of the tribal black wolf, his personal signature displayed beautifully on my neck. I couldn’t be more proud to wear it. It was decided that I would be going back to the Golden Circle pack with Zane, much to Kellen’s protest. Zane had agreed for 20 elite warriors to accompany us. However, they would be traveling with Hunji and Tawny, who were also ordered to accompany us to Zane’s pack. Zane and I would be traveling by motor-cross bike on a back route through the Blue Moon pack. A precaution just in case the convoy was attacked. I hated putting my friends in harm’s way and using them as a decoy, but we had a mole and if the attack was truly aimed at me, then we needed to weed
LAMIA I slipped on my black spaghetti-strapped dress, decorated with red vine flowers, and a pair of black short heels. The king had wanted us to dress semi-formally, for a family dinner. I had just finished putting on mascara when Zane came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me flush against his chest. He was looking dashing in a pair of black jeans and a light blue button-up, the color of the shirt making his eyes look even paler and his piercing giving him an edgy look. Moving my hair to the side, he planted a kiss on my mark, a small moan escaping my lips as I felt the pleasure of sparks ignite through my neck and down my arms. “You look gorgeous doll, as always.” He murmured into my neck, planting small kisses up and down. I bit my bottom lip and smiled at him through the mirror, “those are my lips to bite” he growled and spun me around to face him, his lips finding mine and nibbling on them. I reached up and snaked my arms around his neck, pulling away
LAMIA 3 WEEKS LATER It had been a month since my birthday and three weeks since Zane and I had arrived at his pack, sorry 'our' pack. We had ridden here, on a couple of Yamaha TW200 bikes, which apparently were mine and Kellen’s presents from all the parents. They had even bought one for Mike, who got to keep his. We had stopped at a small human town between the Blue moon and Golden circle packs, finding a quaint bed and breakfast to tucker down for the night, before traveling the rest of the journey once morning hit. Aunt Olivia had provided us with an herb that would help mask our scents, in case there were any wandering rogues so they wouldn’t pick up on who we were. Hiding your scent is pretty easy, it’s the aura that’s harder to hide unless you dose yourself with wolfsbane, which I do not recommend. Even I, who have built up a tolerance to it will feel it burn through the body and it can be quite excruciating, hence the masking herbs. I haven’t seen as much of Zane as I would
ZANE The pack had been notified of the challenge and the bleachers surrounding the arena filled up fast. I stood to the side with my mate waiting for Jody’s dumb fucking ass to come out. Just as I thought it, she came walking into the arena dressed in tight black cycle shorts and a sports bra. Bret was trailing behind her. He had linked me that he tried to talk her out of it but she wouldn’t budge. Her fucking choice, I had replied to him. Jody is a good-looking woman, hot, but standing next to my mate she was nothing. Her looks paled next to Lamia’s tall athletic figure and emerald green eyes that have me lost every time I connect with them. I was not worried at all, knowing Lamia’s strength and power, I did feel sorry for Jody, just a smidgeon though, she had no idea what she was doing and was too fucking stupid to realize she had just challenged a wolf that holds an Alpha status. I squeezed Lamia’s hand as she and Bret approached. Bret lifted his hands up in a show of ‘I tried an
KELLEN I had just gotten off the phone with Lamia; she had linked me to see if I was available to talk. Of course, I always am for her. We could talk via a link, but at our distance, it could be tiring to keep the conversation going, so we talked by phone. She had called about Travis, our good friend from the academy, who is now known to have disappeared, where we just assumed he was busy with Alpha duty, although it did strike us as strange when Alpha Greg and his Beta Sam had said they had not heard from him since graduating and had not managed to get in contact with him either. Why would his family keep his disappearance a secret? I also remember how Kira had brushed off the subject of Travis whenever Lamia brought him up, saying ‘ehh we didn’t stay in contact.’ That was not like Travis, very uncharacteristic of him. I was getting ready to call Alpha Greg, to see what he had to say and if he or Sam had any other information before I called over to the Howlers pack to speak with
LAMIA Since Jody’s stupid challenge last week I hadn’t seen or heard about her. I asked Zane if he had banished her or thrown her in the dungeons, but he hadn’t. It wasn’t like me to care, but for some reason, I had a concern for her. Maybe I felt a little sorry for her stupidity and how she was shamed, but this past week I had grown closer to Bret and Cyrus, who have shared childhood memories and a lot of them included her. Even Halley and Luna Juniper have said she wasn’t a bad person, just a little misguided, and had truly fallen for Zane. I had been busying myself with Hunji and Tawny, weapons training. Hunji had been training Tawny and, I have to say, I was impressed with her skills and how easily she took to the training. So much better than when I was sparing with her, weaponry was definitely her forte. I had even given Chris his sparing match. I beat him easily but his swordsmanship skills were good, almost as good as Travis’. The great thing about having Hunji here with us