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He didn’t answer me, but I instantly felt him getting closer. I felt bad. I should have made it clear that it wasn’t an emergency. It wasn’t, but it felt pretty urgent. It wasn’t even a me and Brodie thing. Brodie had specialist knowledge because of his position. Jackson had started pacing as soon as I had said Brodie’s name. He knew that second what I was doing, and it was clear he disapproved. I was also pretty sure he had no idea why I needed to speak to Brodie. The pain lasted a while, but I dealt with it. Frankly, it could never have been worse than the birth.
Brodie walked through the door sweating and I felt bad all over again. “What’s wrong?”
“Jackson, can you take Penny, please?” He gave me a look but gave in. Brodie gave me a look too, but I guessed it was because of the use of the name he had suggested. Their looks couldn’t have been more different. Brodie emulated pride and happiness. Jackson was just angry with me and he
The day of our wedding had finally arrived, and all the painful memories of the past felt like distant shadows behind us. Our pack was filled with joy, sharing in our excitement and needing this celebration as much as we did. The wedding signified not just an event, but a new beginning—a future filled with happiness and unity. It had only been two weeks since we had put all the negativity to rest, and the transformation was nothing short of miraculous.Fortunately, the wedding had not required extensive planning, as Brodie had expertly taken care of most of the details. From selecting the perfect venue surrounded by nature’s beauty to arranging the delicate floral decorations that would adorn our ceremony, he had ensured that everything was just right. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and the love of our friends and family enveloped us like a warm embrace. It was not only a celebration of our union, but also a testament to the resilience of our spirits, our unbre
The decisions were made, and all that was left was to carry out the punishments. I didn’t want to be there, but I had no choice. As Luna, it was wrong of me to shy away from seeing the punishments take place. We all headed out to the woods. There was an old well marking the spot where punishments had traditionally taken place. Turner had all but given up and laid himself with dignity on top of the ancient circular stone.I stood with Cassie and Rachelle, our bodies a protective buffer against the whirlwind of energy swirling in the clearing. The air buzzed with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing the weight of what was about to unfold. Cassie seemed fragile, caught between the gravity of the moment and the strength we were trying to lend her. Rachelle wrapped an arm around Cassie's shoulders, her other hand clasped tightly in mine, creating a cocoon of warmth and support as we braced ourselves for the inevitable.As Brodie, Jackson, and Gerald stepped forward, a hush
The trials were scheduled just a few days later, and in a move that surprised me, Brodie had chosen to confront both Turner and Mary simultaneously. He claimed it was for the sake of expedience, wanting to streamline the process and make it as efficient as possible. But deep down, I understood that it was just another way for him to shield me from the emotional fallout. He didn't want the weight of the situation hanging over us any longer than necessary, a dark cloud threatening to obscure our attempts at moving forward.The trials weren’t at all what I expected. They unfolded in the meeting cabin, a space usually reserved for discussions and planning, but this time the atmosphere felt charged with tension. To my surprise, the doors were left wide open, inviting the curious glances of onlookers. A sizable crowd had gathered outside, their whispers a murmur of anticipation, and I could tell that nearly everyone in camp had come to witness the proceedings. The sunlight streamed
I sat in the armchair in the living room, pretending to be the perfect hostess as the reporter was led in. He settled onto the sofa beside Brodie, who sat tense and watchful, his gaze flickering between the reporter and me. Marcus and my mother had retreated to the kitchen, their voices hushed as they whispered about the situation at hand, likely discussing the best way to present our family.The plastered smile on my face began to ache, each muscle feeling taut and strained from the effort of maintaining the façade. Yet, strangely enough, the pain was a welcome relief. It grounded me, reminding me of my own humanity amid the surreal chaos that had enveloped our lives. I focused on the reporter, studying his notepad and the poised confidence he exuded.Every tick of the clock echoed in the silence that surrounded us, amplifying the tension as I tried to balance my role as a gracious host and the turmoil churning inside me. How could I fully engage in surface pleasantri
Esme I spent the whole ride back to camp trying to figure out everything that had happened. Trying to get it all straight in my mind. I knew Brodie was right. John was probably going to kill me. It was wishful thinking that he knew me, that he loved me. Even if he managed to remember, he would remember his hatred for my kind as much as anything else. I struggled to comprehend the reality of it all; it felt surreal that everything had unfolded the way it had. Not only was I grappling with the grief of losing someone, but I also found myself wrestling with the complicated emotions tied to the man who had raised me. Our relationship had always been strained, marked by miscommunications and unspoken grievances, yet beneath that tumult, I still harboured love for him. In the depths of my heart, I had hoped for a different outcome—an alternative
Brodie I had to drag her away from the doorway. Pulling both her and her mother down the remaining flights of stairs. As we hit the ground floor, there were loads of people rushing around in response to the fire alarm that was blazing overhead. None of them paid us any attention, but I pulled them both to the side and removed the gag from Mary. It was something that was bound to draw attention eventually. Wrapping my hoodie around her wrists to cover up the rope holding her in place. “Keep your mouth shut.” She nodded. She looked more than a little shocked herself. I didn’t know if it was the treatment she had received at the hands of John and Turner, or seeing John die. Either way, she didn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind to argue with me, and I was grateful. I had enough on my plate with Esme not being able to look at m







