*Abby* Wyatt cursed again as I just stood there in shock. Is this really... happening? “Guards! Hurry!!!” He commanded, vaguely I noticed one of the guards run to one of the girls and lift her up. She whimpered softly as the guard growled protectively. It seems she was also a part of the Goddess’ plan. “Gather everyone!!!” Wyatt commanded again. “Quickly!!! Get everyone to our pack!!!” Slowly I crept over beside the man who in my dreams called me ‘Kitten’ with such tenderness and kindness. Carefully I knelt down and brushed his long bangs out of his face so I could see it clearly. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was in pain. The thin rags he wore were full of holes and stained with blood. The sparks shot up my fingers, making my very brain tickle and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My mind vaguely notices the old woman leave my peripheral vision as a guard gathered her up in his arms. A massive growl erupts from my throat as Douglas starts to lift the man
*Wyatt*“Get them all to the hospital! Now!” I ordered as soon as we left the cars. “And from this moment on, no matter what any of you heard, you will NOT speak of what happened in the clearing! That is an order!” I felt a ping of pain in my head, I am not used to pushing out so many commands at one time and I am nearing my limit.“Yes Beta!” They all resounded. One of the guards still had one of the more injured females in his arms, fully cementing that yes, they were mates. I glanced worriedly at Abby again, she was still staring at the broken male in the backseat of our car. If he really was her second chance mate, we were in for a long road ahead of us.“Douglas, from now on you are responsible for that man as well.” I stated as the head guard nodded. He was Abby’s personal guard for years, as my father assigned him when Abby turned 16. By then I was old enough to protect myself and a lower ranked elite was assigned to me. As if on cue Bethany walked up on my off side. “Bethany,
*Mike* It's been a few hours since Beta Wyatt left the room; Angela kept switching between playing with her phone and playing with Percy. Somewhere I dozed off again, my body was still tired. Voices outside my room woke me up with a start, and Young Gamma Angela stood up and went to the door. “It's okay, Douglas, let them in.” The male voice responded quietly as two blurs hurried into the room. “Michael! You’re finally awake!” Stacey exclaimed as she and Emily hurried in. “Thank the Goddess!” “Hey you two!” I said relieved as I sat up in the bed. The Beta’s command was still keeping me under the covers. “I’m glad you are okay! Where is Ashley… and Nat?” “Oh, Ashley is busy setting up your room.” Stacey smiled. “It's amazing! We’ve all been allowed to stay here! The four of us will be in the same hallway!” “Four? Don’t you mean five??? What about Nat???” I said worriedly. Did she get killed? Banished again??? Stacey looked to Emily who just looked away. “Tell me!” Soon a g
Kitten??? What??? Why??? HOW?! As she talked more to the Elder, I just sat there in awe, why isn’t she looking at me? She is still talking to the Elder, something about having to throw someone in the dungeon? What? Does she have that kind of power here? To throw someone in the dungeon??? Who is she??? Finally, her eyes drift over to me, sitting up in the bed. Her eyes, they were mostly blue, but with a slight green hue mixed in. I was drowning in them. Many different emotions flashed through her eyes, most of them I couldn’t figure out. But there was one I did see. Regret. Of course, I am nothing after all. A sub-omega. Her next words were directed to me and shocked me to my core. “Hello, I am Alpha Abigail Hope Winters. Welcome to our pack, the Lunar Snow pack.” “Alp-Alpha?” I struggled to get out. “My father and brother told me that you needed to change your name before you could be sworn in. Have you picked your name yet?” She looked at me with a stoic expression on
*Michael* It's been a few days since I last saw Abby. The full moon is coming soon, my heart is already starting to pound and hurt. I was able to grab my bag and sneak one of my pills before hiding them back in the hidden pocket. The thought crossed my mind of telling the pack doctor when he came to give me my discharge papers, but I decided against it. I don’t want Abigail to know... I’m still unsure if she was completely truthful to me about really wanting me. I mean... I wouldn’t. She needs someone strong and confident by her side, and I’m not that. Putting on one of my outfits that had the least number of holes in them I sat on the hospital bed and just waited. The doctor said that someone would be by soon to show me to my room as well as assign me a job. Percy meowed at me and jumped on with bed with me. Was it true what Beta Wyatt told me? Did Percy really save us? I was scratching behind his ears listening to his purring when the door opened, and a tall buff young man w
*Mike* Finally, Trevor released my hand. “But I’m holding you up, go and get your food, we will save a seat for you.” He smiled, but his eyes darted to behind me, where Mason and Jay were standing. His smile dropped slightly. “Did you two forget training this morning? Gamma Scott was upset.” Jay scoffed. “Whatever, I’ll do double tomorrow.” “Double? If you have that energy, you can do triple.” I turned to look at Angie who was standing behind them with her arms crossed. “And report to Tracker Training tonight as well.” “What??? You can’t do that!!!” He growled, his face turning red. “Yes, she can. And she did.” Stuart glared back at him. “Or, if you prefer, we can take it to Alpha. Again.” Mason’s eyes lit up for a split second before it was gone. “Um, I don’t think Abby needs to be...” “Alpha Abigail.” Stuart corrected. “That is her name. Remember it.” Jay rolled his eyes again before huffing. “Whatever.” He growled before walking around them, still glaring. “I mean, y
*Mike* I was laying on my bed lost in my thoughts of Abby when a knock came to the door. Percy mewed and jumped down from the bed and ran to the door. Another slight tap resounded, and I answered. “Come in.” The door slowly opened, and Mariah’s head peeped through. “Hi! I was told to come and get you!” Sitting up quickly I glanced at the clock on the wall. I was late! I must have fallen asleep! “Goddess, I am so sorry!” I quickly grabbed the shoes that were left for me and pulled them on. “I don’t know what happened, please forgive me!” “No worries.” Mariah said calmly. “It happens.” She was short, standing about 5 foot tall, and her shoulder length hair was dyed a deep red and pulled back to the nape of her neck. Beside her was a taller man, about 5 foot 9 but he was bulky, his shoulders were broad, and his arms were crossed. His hair was cut in a buzz, giving him a more intimidating demeanor. “This is Brian, by the way. He is coming with us for extra protection.” “Nic
*Mike* *One month later* “Hey Mike, can you grab those packs of bacon and get them started?” Mariah asked me as she started to toast some bread. Inside the kitchen, many of us were working on the lunch shift, fixing BLT’s and hand cut fries. “Sure, are we frying it again or oven baking?” I asked as I checked the time on my watch. “Baking, we can get more done in less time.” She answered. “Plus, we need the fryers for the potatoes.” We worked in a comfortable silence, completing our work quickly and efficiently while the members of the pack started to collect their food. “Perfect!” One of the other kitchen workers said as the last of the hungry pack members collected their food and we started to eat ourselves. “Since Mike and the others showed up it seems we get through the service faster and faster!” “Well of course.” Mariah smiled. “BLTs were his idea. Simple, quick, and easy to mass produce! Out of all the services lunch should be the easiest. And I hate to admit it, but