Gabriel stared quietly at the pictures of Catherine back in his apartment at the human territory late that following day. With his arms crossed over his chest, he stared at the woman in the pictures, whose eyes are sparkling and filled with love and her smile, ever been so dazzled since the first time he had met her.“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Uncle?” Amarah asked him intently on the day he came back from Saville territory. The minute his niece saw him getting some rest, she used that opportunity to bring the subject of Conrad to his irritation. “Tell me that for the past days that you’ve been listening to his stories for two hours that you were able to figure it out.”“What the hell are you talking about?” He demanded irritatingly. “What figuring out are you saying? I gave you my word that I’ll be listening to that boy’s stories, and I did. But I haven’t gotten anything from it. Catherine regaled him with stories of the things I did in the past! There’s nothing new!”To his ann
Saville,I’m sure that I am the last person that you want to hear from. But I am doing this because Catherine told me something that’s been quite bothering her. If I have a choice, let me tell you that the thought of sending you a correspondence is something that will never ever cross my mind. However, I had grown fond with her as time goes by and had found myself falling in love with her and I will do everything in my power to make her happy.Conrad Langston.He is our second grandchild and our first grandson. He is now seven years old, and Catherine for the past three years had been noting some traits in him that she told me the only person that she can think of who exhibited those traits are you.Both of us could no longer deny it no matter how much I want to turn a blind eye on it.Conrad is a Sigma Wolf.When he turned five years old, Catherine told me that Conrad had somehow developed an independent and self-sufficient nature. That further proved her conclusion right when he wen
Conrad picked up his dagger again and practiced the moves that Alpha Jack had taught him for the past few days after taking a ten-minute break. He stopped when he mistook a step and started from the top again. It took him several attempts to perfect the move and when he did, he took a minute break and then do it all over again. He made a commitment to himself that he will not rest until he could be able to perfect all the moves and techniques that Alpha Jack had taught him. He will execute it flaswlessly.After the conversation he had with Amarah the other day, he went out from her villa with somehow the heavy load that he felt that he was carrying over his shoulders for a long time had finally been lifted off.Tears, to his embarrassment and surprise, fell from his eyes when she told him straightly what she had observed in him and remembered that he had hugged her so tightly after their conversation had ended several hours later.“You’ve been suppressing that, have you?” Amarah has
Three Weeks Later…Amarah walked behing Conrad quietly as he escorted her back to The Night Howlers Pack on Tuesday afternoon. She watched him walk ahead of her, his head turning from time to time for any encounter that they might run into. This was the day that Gabriel and Alpha Jack had told them. The day where Conrad will be heading back to war and exact his revenge slowly and silently at The Rebel Rogues.She had watched him carefully transformed and changed into somewhat a different man and wold over the course of their stay at The Moonstone Howlers pack. The talk she had with him had somehow ease a heavy burden off of his shoulders and she was silently thankful that she managed to get through to him. Even Magnus became tamed around her when Conrad had shown her and introduced to her his beloved wolf, Magnus.For the next few remaining weeks of their stay at the pack, when her uncle finally accepted the fact that Conrad is a Sigma like him, he took him under his wing and trained
Clayton, with his eyes still close, rolled onto his back and felt a hard and cold surface underneath him. He grimaced as he placed a hand on his forehead and grimly thought that he must have drunk himself again early in the day and have fallen asleep on the floor.Since Amarah’s disappearance and after coming back from The Rebel Rogues Pack, he would spend most of his day concentrating on his work to take his mind off her disappearance for a while. But the moment he would step inside his house, the emptiness would then sink in, and he would think of all the times he had spent with Amarah. That will then have sent him into a drinking stupor until he would fall asleep and would wake up the following day to work again.Most of the time, he would wake up in his office chair or on the living room couch since he refused staying on his bed. Lying down would only make him think of all the times he and Amarah had made love to each other on his bed.Weekends seemed to be the worst for him, but
Amarah watched as Clayton walked towards his room, his shoulders slightly slumped when they finally arrived back home in the late evening after spending time in his parents’ house. She spent most of her time, talking with his father, convincing him to let Conrad be the wolf that he is meant to be.However, during that time she had noticed that Clayton became quiet and had somehow withdrawn himself from the conversation. She silently knew his reasons and she told herself that she will talk to him when they will be alone.She followed him towards the room and saw him sitting on the floor and looked to be holding a photo frame in his hands and looking down at the picture intently. He seemed to be oblivious of her presence inside the room.“Even at this time, you’re still ahead of me, aren’t you, Con?” He muttered.Amarah finally decided to sit beside him on the floor and placed a hand on his arm. She smiled at him when he turned to look down at her. Taking the frame from his hands, she l
Clayton looked towards the open grounds the following day as he watched intently his pack warriors where half of them is doing some combat practice while the others are either practicing with a bow and arrow, a sword or dagger and some lances.Jacob and Bradley are within the grounds, giving instructions to the warriors or calling out men, who made errors on their moves. Most of the time, they would then immediately show the correct execution and then will let the member repeat it until they are satisfied.Liam stood beside Clayton and looked towards the grounds.“I think they’re ready,” he commented to him seriously.Clayton nodded.“Our warriors had always been ready,” he corrected confidently. “However, we cannot underestimate Fullerton’s capacity as well. He’s been previously known in this pack as one of the best warriors. Even dad could not easily defeat him when he raided us here before.”“We have to take note those things we heard about him,” he continued as they walked back to
Amarah looked up when she heard a long howl in the air late in the afternoon. She placed her feet back on the ground and took a step, stopping when she heard another howl. She’s currently lounging down at her favorite spot under Clayton’s house, contemplating on the upcoming events.She stood still as she listened to the howling sound and her eyes suddenly filled with tears. Picking up her feet, she run up the steps hurriedly and proceeded towards the direction of the sound she heard.Finally stopping and catching her breath when she arrived in the open grounds, her eyes widened, and her mouth gape opened at the sight she is seeing in front of her eyes.Filling the grounds with pack members, Clayton stood in the center flanked by Liam, Bradley, and Jacob behind him. He hadn’t noticed her because he is looking intently towards the direction that all those present were doing as well.Amarah noticed that all of the pack members are clamoring to take a good look of the pack that just arri