It was a good 30 minutes before Brandon and Kami made it to the dining hall. Both of them were soaking wet. He had actually dumped her in the lake! And joined her for that matter. Whether or not it was voluntary on his part or she drug him in with her was yet to be known. My eyes widened as the two of them came walking in the back doors of the dining hall. Tristan’s brows furrowed at my expression. Mat and Cedric were sitting across from us and thus could not see Brandon and Kami walk in, both looking perplexed at me and Tristan as well. It was only a moment or two before whispers and some scattered snickering filled the hall at the sight of the soaking wet pair. “He actually did it…” I pointed towards the two, drawing the boys’ attention to them. Mat and Cedric turned, not even trying to hide their amusement at the sight. Kami was trying to maintain a scowl as Brandon was laughing and teasing her. Cedric got up and headed out of the dining room, towards the downstairs shower room.
It was roughly half an hour before I had the burritos all made up, including some for the boys when they returned, keeping them warmed in the oven, not that we would necessarily tell them right away. It was another half an hour before we heard the boys coming down the hall, “Rian! Walking feet please!” Tristan scolded him in a manner that was firm, but gentle as it carried down the hall. “Sowwy Daddy.” Rian called back. He sounded closer and I assumed he had run ahead of the others in his excitement. I heard the door knob wiggle and Kami got up to unlock it and let Rian in. She reached out and scooped him up, shutting and locking the door again just as Brandon got to it, essentially slamming it in his face. “Oh come on girls! Let us in!” Mat sniffed the air. “I smell breakfast… Aly! Did you make what I think you made!?” he hollered at the door. Kami and I were giggling on the other side of it. She carried Rian to the table and set him up with his own smaller burrito, “There’s a
It seemed like time flew by in the coming days. Ivy and I had spent much of it in the Luna’s Library, scouring records and documents for any bit of information we could find. That was a task in and of itself and produced little concrete information.We had found a few mentions of confirmed traits and skills in the previous Crimson Wolves as well as mentions of potential Fae traits as well. We used the information we found and the bits and pieces that Ivy recalled from her time spent with my mother and the Fae that would come into the region to create a list of potential skills I, and even possibly Rian, could end up with.I explained to Ivy about the change in my eyes the previous week and we had tried to keep a vigilant eye out for information on that particular oddity, but no luck. We sat down at one of the tables where we had been taking notes and organizing them.“So we have a decent list after our days of hard work.” Ivy smiled at me as I rested my chin in my hand, worn out from
The storm had blown in quicker than I anticipated, darkening the skies and bringing with it a torrential downpour of rain. The heavy water droplets seemed far colder than should have been possible, but then maybe that was just the weight of everything happening under the cover of the storm. Lightning flashed across the sky giving brief moments of illumination to the gray clouds and darkened forest, in the otherwise black night. I had been forced to move my timeline up. The rains didn’t usually start for another month. I had been planning this for the last six months. I had set everything in motion last week when I knew the storm would be coming in. It was time to do away with Liam and Gwydia De’Lune. I would take what I wanted this time, instead of settling for what I could get. I had been working with a group of rogues and a handful of pack members tha
~Alyce/Faelyn~ I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to find any kind of peaceful sleep. I never sleep well this time of year. Nightmares would chase me down, pestering me until I could no longer avoid them. It was usually a good two week time period from start to end before I could begin to return to normal. Nine years. It had been nine years since the night I lost everything. Nine years since my family had vanished. Nine years since I had arrived at the Red Moon pack, sold to them as an Omega and essentially forced to work as a slave. Just eight when it happened, I still didn’t understand why I was spared unlike the rest of my family. The few memories of the night that I could recall had become hazy over the years. His face though… His face I would never forget. It was seared into my brain with such clarity that there would be no mistaking I had the right person when I came for him. Of that I was sure.
It was time to get cooking, pun intended. I ignited the gas burners on both stoves, lowering the griddle tops down over the burners and then turned to preheat the oversized double wall oven behind me. I lived and worked in the pack manor, which since I was the sole cook here I was thankful for. I cooked for Alpha Andrew and Luna Nora, Beta Ethan and his mate Bethany, Gamma Levi and his mate Christine, Delta Jake and his mate Faith and their son Matheau. Theo and Dean also usually ate in the pack manor. They were the future Alpha and Beta, both sons of Andrew and Nora. Thankfully Jewel, the daughter of the Beta, usually ate at the pack house; she was convinced I would spit in her food. Since I cooked buffet style I’m not sure how I would target just her food, but whatever. It kept her away from me for longer. She was my biggest tormentor. I had thought about leaving the pack more than once to get awa
~Andrew~ I could feel the muscles in my jaw tick, it was too early in the morning for this shit. Nora slipped her arm into mine and I calmed a little and my muscles relaxed. I didn’t like Alyce. She was forever a thorn in my side. Her stubborn streak and hard headed attitude were constantly forcing me to deal with petty squabbles amongst the younger wolves in my pack, usually brought about by her actions. I could feel my wolf, Oscar’s, annoyance as he paced in the back of my mind. He was as fed up as I was with this, *Let’s just put an end to this. I would like to have some peace and quiet today.* He growled at me. *Agreed.* I responded. I had never wanted to bring her into the pack when the trader brou
**WARNING: Following chapter contains sexual assault and description of abuse. You can skip this chapter if needed.** I had spent two weeks down in the isolation hole and while I had been prepared for the torture they inflicted. I had not been prepared for the surprise guest that showed up and their actions. Whether they were planned or not I will never know and it makes no difference. My visitor had made it onto a particularly specific list of mine and that was not a list anyone wanted to be on. Nor was it really one I wanted to add to, there was only one way off it and that was death. I shuddered a bit as memories of my time in the isolation hole flooded my mind. **Flashback** Ethan and Levi had carried me into the isolation hole with no resistance from me, even when they stretched my arms above my head and secured my wrists in the shackles that hung from a thick ceil