Lobo had been incredibly restless all morning. Phelan decided that a run to clear his head and calm his wolf was necessary. He realized that missing the scheduled brunch would be frowned upon by his hosts. And that it could be detrimental to his proposed alliance with all of the Alphas. However, he also couldn't risk attending the brunch with a crazed wolf. That definitely could ruin all hope of an alliance if Lobo lost all control. Phelan was hoping that a quick run would rein Lobo in. Lobo wasn't usually impulsive. Phelan and Lobo both were known for being level headed creatures able to contain themselves until they chose not to. Phelan couldn't remember any other time in his life that he doubted his ability to control his wolf. These feelings of inability were new to him. He didn't like the way he felt or the way Lobo was acting. He felt like he was on the verge of going feral. The crazy thing was that he wasn't really sure why? He knew that he had to find the auburn haired angel wi
Wren and Phelan walked hand in hand to the edge of the woods. He turned to her with a smile and said, "How do you feel about taking a run?" Wren smiled in return and said she'd love to. They walked over to the trunk together where she slipped off her shoes and placed them inside before walking over behind a large oak tree and undressing. She then neatly folded her dress and sat it on the ground at her feet. Sage was dancing happily in her head, excited to come out and meet her mate. After transforming, Wren instructed Sage to carry her dress, not wanting to reach their destination and being exposed. Sage picked up the dress and pranced happily back over to where Lobo stood waiting with a pair of shorts in his mouth. The two wolves sized each other up and sniffed each other happily wagging their tails. Then Sage snuffed at him and bowed down in a playful stance. Lobo returned the gesture before racing away into the woods. As the two yipped and chased each other faster and faster the fo
Luna Freya kissed her daughter's temple gingerly before walking over and picking up two small jewelry boxes. Turning back to her daughter she smiled and explained. "This box here contains a gift from your father and I. And this box here is a gift from your father's mother. Your grandmother wasn't able to come tonight. She isn't well. I know you love her dearly. The two of you have always been so close. Perhaps very soon you can make arrangements to go visit her. She had this delivered for you, I think you should wear it tonight in her honor." Freya then opened the smaller ring box and held it up for Wren to see. It was a beautiful white gold ring with an infinity symbol. On it were set a small citrine stone and an amber tiger's eye. Wren loved it immediately! The stone's reminded her of the Autumn which brought memories of her grandmother to her mind. The love of this time of year and it's colors was something that Wren and her grandmother shared. They had always shared a special bond.
Wren woke with a smile on her face and a knock at her bedroom door. Looking over at the door she was greeted by her mother's smiling face peaking into her room. Her mother stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "Wren dear, I thought you might want help packing for your trip. We have an hour until breakfast, can I help you gather your things?", Luna Freya asked as she walked over to Wren's bedside. Wren stretched and sat up. "Yes, I'd like that very much, mother. Although, I'm not sure what I can take with me." "I think we should just pack a couple of bags with your clothes and toiletries for you to take with you today. Anything else I can have shipped to you later." Wren nodded in response to what her mother had suggested. Then pulled her blanket back and got out of bed. After going to the bathroom, she brushed her hair and teeth, and dressed herself for the day. Choosing an ankle length floral print skirt in autumn colors with a brown leather belt and sandals and a mustard c
Warning ⚠️ Graphic Sexual Content⚠️ Phelan's men quickly loaded all of their bags on the pack's private jet as soon as they pulled up beside it in the air field. Phelan led Wren up the stairs and through the air craft to the private quarters at the back. There was a mini fridge with water and soda, beside that was a wine cooler. He motioned towards them and asked if she was thirsty. Wren shook her head no. So Phelan quickly led her to a couple of leather arm chairs and helped her into one of them. He then reached around her and grabbed both sides of the seat belt and buckled her in. The jets engines had already been fired up the moment they arrived and the craft was already barreling down the runway as Phelan took his seat beside her. Pretty soon the rushing greenery that was seen through the windows was replaced by blue sky and white clouds. Phelan stood and removed his coat and tie. Throwing them onto the bed in the tale of the jet. He turned to Wren and kissed her passionately, ta
Wren gathered her shredded clothes and stuffed them into her bag. She checked herself in the mirror above the mini fridge and wine cooler before grabbing her bag and joining Phelan at the door. He pulled her into his side and kissed her temple before inhaling her scent. It filled his lungs and brought forward all kinds of emotions. But at the same time it helped to center him. Calming his anxiety over what was to come. Phelan guided Wren through the door and off the private jet. They were greeted by his Beta and several fresh warriors. Phelan paused to introduce his second in command at the bottom of the stairs. "Wren this is my Beta and best friend since childhood, Matthew Lawson. Matthew this is my mate and your future Luna, Wren Mixon." Matthew bowed his head, exposing his neck to Wren in a show of submission and respect, as he welcomed her to the Red River Pack. Then he turned and opened the door for them to get into the limousine. Once inside Matthew began updating Ph
Abigail had prepared for them a very delicious meal. They had a fresh chef salad with tomatoes, onions, cucumber, and iceburge lettuce. It was topped with croutons, diced ham, and a chopped boiled egg. There was garlic bread to go along with their chicken fettuccine Alfredo, everything was absolutely amazing. Abigail had truly out done herself. Although it was a pretty simple meal it was quite evident that Abigail was a very good cook. Wren took note and decided she would make it a point to thank Abigail later and ask her what kinds of food her mate liked. She wanted to be sure to prepare his meals the way he was accustomed to eating them. As the couple enjoyed their first meal together in silence, Wren's mind kept wondering back to the words her grandmother had said to her. She felt an urgency to talk with Phelan about it. And also to discuss her gift with him. She stressed over how he might react to what she had to say. She was amazed at how quickly she had fallen in love with this
As the rest of the guests said their goodbyes and Alphas left with their enterages to return to their own pack lands, Simon quietly slipped away. He had managed to fly under anyone's radar for the entirety of the weekend's celebration. It had been a piece of cake really. Even without the enchantment spell that had hidden him from everyone, he was convinced that he could have pulled it off. Alpha Cullen had had his best sorceress cast the spell that made it appear that Simon, who was a Gama by birth, was an Omega and served a known Alpha at the gathering. However, once out of site of any werewolf that had encountered Simon, they would quickly forget ever having seen him. It was an ingenious plan and it had worked almost perfectly. Nothing of great interest to his own Alpha had occurred. There were feasts, a hunt, and the Long Mountain Pack's Alpha's daughter had found her mate. Alpha Cullen might be interested to know the names of the Alphas that attended the function and the packs th