Brodie
Six Weeks After Esme’s Disappearance
I paced up and down in the small wood we had found. We had already been there too long. Situated on the edge of the Lincolnshire border, the woods were too close to a lot of main roads and it made me nervous. Everything made me nervous. I hadn’t been able to run for weeks, not properly, and it did nothing to help the tension building up inside. With each day that passed, I got more worried about Esme. Jackson wasn’t equipped to deal with what they were both facing.
Being the younger child, he had been sheltered from a lot of the aspects of life at the camp. I had no such luck. My dad had been training me to be an alpha for my entire life. Forcing me to get to know every element that made the camp run smoothly. Unfortunately, that included spending time with the medics. Knowing what they needed to do their job and mainly to gain respect for the part they played in keeping us all safe.
During my
EsmeIt had been hours since Jackson had left and I was starting to regret my decision to send him away. When I had tried to drink my morning tea to mask me from Brodie, I had been violently sick. It hadn’t really stopped. For hours, my body had been trying to force my insides out. There was nothing left, but it still kept trying. It was like my own body had turned against me and I was terrified.I sat on the sofa shivering, despite the fire roaring right in front of me. The weakness that was overcoming my body made it impossible to do anything but sit there slumped over. Something was wrong, and I knew it. I just didn’t know what to do. The weather outside was awful and I could hear the wind howling. Rain pelted against the windows as though it was demanding to come inside.It was starting to get dark, and I kept seeing shadows dancing around the room. I kept jumping each time a new one appeared out of nowhere. I felt like someone was watching me. It w
BrodieSix Weeks After Esme’s DisappearanceI paced up and down in the small wood we had found. We had already been there too long. Situated on the edge of the Lincolnshire border, the woods were too close to a lot of main roads and it made me nervous. Everything made me nervous. I hadn’t been able to run for weeks, not properly, and it did nothing to help the tension building up inside. With each day that passed, I got more worried about Esme. Jackson wasn’t equipped to deal with what they were both facing.Being the younger child, he had been sheltered from a lot of the aspects of life at the camp. I had no such luck. My dad had been training me to be an alpha for my entire life. Forcing me to get to know every element that made the camp run smoothly. Unfortunately, that included spending time with the medics. Knowing what they needed to do their job and mainly to gain respect for the part they played in keeping us all safe.During my
EsmeAs soon as I woke up, I knew it was going to be a bad day. I detangled myself from Jackson’s arms and tried to pull myself up from the bed. As I sat up, I realised how much my back was still hurting despite the night’s rest. If you could call it that. It was nearly impossible to get comfortable anymore. I ended up using Jackson as a pregnancy pillow pretty much every night. My back wasn’t the only problem. As I tried to stand, pain shot down my legs and forced me back onto the bed. The weight of the baby suddenly seemed so much more than it had the day before. Like he or she was crushing my pelvis.I took a deep breath and limped to the bathroom. I could have woken Jackson, but for one, he was barely sleeping because I was barely sleeping and, secondly; I refused to get to the point that I couldn’t get to the toilet alone. With every step, it felt like my leg bone was grinding against my hip and the pain was almost too much. It would have been too much if
Chapter 83 Brodie Four Weeks After Esme’s Disappearance I could hear Tyler shouting his mouth off, and I knew I needed to go and deal with it. After four weeks of searching for her, I had no energy left for dealing with their bullshit. I already knew what the problem was. Marcus was kicking off about the living arrangements yet again. Shortly after the meeting with everyone, John went to speak to Marcus, and I went along. I wanted to know what was said between the pair. Just like Esme, I no longer knew who I could trust. If my own brother could betray me, what hope did I have for anyone else? I had told Gerald I would only be gone for a couple of weeks and I had already been gone double that. Tyler had tried to suggest we should call it quits in a roundabout way. He didn’t quite dare to say it
EsmeIt had been eight weeks since we left the camp. Life had settled into a calmness, which was just what I needed. My stomach had grown to ridiculous proportions. Jackson said it was normal for werewolf pregnancies and that I needed to be aware the baby would come much faster than I would expect. It was a good job, really. If it went on much longer, I would have popped. The downside was that it gave so little time to get used to the idea. I felt so unprepared.The whole time we had been at the farmhouse, I had stayed hidden. Jackson came and went regularly, mainly to avoid drawing attention to us. When people asked about me, he told them that I was expecting and that it had been a difficult pregnancy. It was enough to evade suspicion. I was still drinking the awful witch’s brew each morning. I didn’t really know how long it would be necessary or if Brodie was even looking for me. Frankly, I avoided thinking about him as much as I could, burying
Brodie The Day of Esme’s Disappearance Nightfall had been hours before, and there was no sign of trouble anywhere. I headed back to the camp to check on Esme and told everyone to get some rest. The only exception was the guard duty, which I doubled. I wasn’t taking any chances, not with Esme being so weak. She had been through too much and I would have been dead if it wasn’t for her. I had come round as she healed me. It nearly cost her life to save mine. As soon as I could get up, I checked her over, but there were no signs of life. I felt like every drop of blood drained out of me at that moment. Regardless of having little hope, I carried her back to camp. Jackson checked her over and agreed there was nothing we could do. I was sure her dad would have