Where would Rae begin to describe what she had seen?Chaos wasn't a big enough word to describe the mess before her eyes. The scene made her knees weaken considerably and if it weren't for the male, she would have crumbled to the ground. He held her upright and too stared at the mess in wonder. "What's this?" he asked, most likely to himself. "What has he done?"Keegan. She suddenly thought about him and the urge to find him was stronger than anything else. Where could he be in such a mess? There was fire everywhere. The flames danced near the entrance of the enormous house. There were wolves lying dead on the ground. She tried not to look too closely as she neared the house. "What are you doing?" the male asked her. He sounded distracted. "I have to find Keegan.""He isn't here." There was sense in his words. There was nobody walking around. The only wolves alive were them as far as she could tell. But she kept looking because she had to know that he wasn't lying dead on the grou
StonePaw was just as she remembered it. The interior of the house hadn’t been changed a bit. She was unintentionally reminded of the time when she first visited the prestigious pack house. Her first thought was the the decor was tasteful. Everything about it was stylish, from the color combinations to the furniture. She was only sixteen then, so she was easily impressed. As she grew older, she began seeing the flaws with a more keen eye. She told herself that when she became Luna, she would make the necessary changes. She fantasized about having the most stylish pack house in their region. Everyone would talk about it. She would be admired for her work and Negan would be proud of her. It was a childish dream. Decor didn't matter. Nothing did apart from the influence that she would have on her pack and the impression she would make. Besides, where would she find the material to redecorate the pack house? They were hard to find, perhaps even harder than finding food and clothing and ot
Negan called for her again. Rae was beginning to pray for the monotony of the camp again. The uncertainty of living under his roof was going to kill her from the inside out. She looked up at the guard who came to fetch her with distaste. What she wanted was to keep on sleeping until the end of her days. She didn’t want to confront what was happening. Being blamed for Kara’s death was not what she thought would happen when she was captured. How would she even have done such a thing? Kara was clearly attacked by someone in wolf form and Rae couldn’t shift. It wouldn’t take much to prove that. But she knew that she had very little chance of convincing him of her innocence. If he wanted her dead for her ‘crimes’, he’d have her dead. Who would challenge him?Who would save her?She still wasn’t sure if the brief encounter with Keegan in the woods was real or imagined. It would be discouraging if it wasn’t real. Deep down, she was counting on him to waltz in and save her. Negan was feral.
So Negan knew that Keegan was behind the attack. Rae could only stare at him with her eyes wide. She thought that he didn't have any clue about that. It confused her even more because it didn't explain why he was accusing her of Kara's death. Did he know she was with Keegan this entire time? Was that why?Negan drummed his fingers against the tabletop. He did so absentmindedly. Rae watched him do it with a tense body. Her mind was racing. She didn't know what the right move was. Tell him about Keegan? She couldn't do that. It didn't matter what he said. It wasn’t much of a choice that he was giving her. He had changed overnight. He wasn’t even the grieving man she saw beside Kara’s grave. In his eyes, she saw all his hatred. He was thirsty for revenge. “Still not talking, are you?” he said, tilting his head. Looking at his face, she wondered what the hell she ever saw in him. “I didn’t do it,” she finally said. “I didn’t kill Kara.”“That’s not what I asked you,” he saids sharply
Two days had passed. When Rae arrived at StonePaw, she couldn't see herself staying long-term. She didn't know how things would work out but she knew for sure that she would soon leave and be able to reunite with Keegan, that was if she ever found him. She didn't expect to be locked in the bedroom at the end of the hall for two days. The thought never crossed her mind. They weren't starving her, at least. That was the one positive thing. She was given meals thrice a day, as normal. She didn't have much appetite but starving herself wasn't a solution. So she ate the food she was given and drank the water. The wait was torturous, though. Nobody spoke to her. She wasn't informed of anything. Did Negan intend to keep her until Keegan showed up? Did he really believe that she had the answer to all his questions? Even if her life depended on it, she wouldn't be able to tell him where he was. She had no idea. She didn't even know where she would find him when she was released. Or should sh
"What do you want from me?" Rae asked. "What could you possibly want? Why do you want me to stay here?"Negan continued staring at her. He didn't explain himself for a good few seconds. She was beginning to wonder if he had dissociated from his body somehow. His silence was concerning. He then said, "I need someone to help me rule this pack while I busy myself looking for my mate's murderer."Rae scoffed and stepped back. She was genuinely afraid. "You aren't suggesting that we—.""Mate?" he finished for her. "No, I'm not. I'm not interested in mating with you. I don't believe that I will ever find another mate in this life. I can't bring myself to love another. Kara was everything to me. A sort of me has died with her."She gulped. "So what are you suggesting? Speak plainly.""I want you to be the unofficial Luna. I want you to help me keep this place in order. I am not blind to my flaws. I know I'm falling apart. I'm losing it. I need someone whom I can give orders to, a female I ca
He entered the room quickly and closed the door carefully so it wouldn't slam or make much noise. Rae watched him in disbelief. She couldn't believe that he was standing right in front of her. Keegan. Her Keegan. In StonePaw. When Negan was in his office, still awake. With wolf guards. He turned to face her but didn't touch her. He didn't even say a word to her. He was searching her eyes with his in the dark, breathing heavily and harshly like he had run a marathon. Her heart shattered into many pieces. She felt the momentary pain followed by a sweet relief that was bigger than the room they were in. “Rae,” he breathed out. The urge to run to him kicked her in the gut. She opened her arms wide and lunged. He caught her swiftly and effortlessly. Her feet weren’t touching the ground. He held her close and tight, his face buried into the crook of her neck. She shuddered deeply and held him like she was terrified of letting go, like her life depended on it. The room was spinning but w
Rae woke up feeling lonely and broken. It was a horrible feeling. She couldn't even breathe. She turned on her side and felt like she would retch. She opened her mouth and inched closer to the edge of the bed so her head was right above the floor but nothing came. Her nausea was spiritual, not physical. She lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. Her clothes were clinging to her body. She was anxious the whole night and didn't sleep well. She strained her ears to hear something but the house was silent. She feared that Keegan had been caught. If he had, would she have known by now? She didn't know. She couldn't be sure. All that was said was still being processed. She would need a lot of time to come to terms with everything and accept the ugly truth. And boy, was it ugly. Keegan killing Kara was still something she couldn't envision clearly even though he had admitted to what he did. It was an ugly and brutal scene. Negan's rage made sense to her. She would have felt the same w