Solomon quickly scoped her into his arms and cradled her almost lifeless body. He wrapped her into a large bear fur. He was surrounded by Moonbane wolves who were eagerly on the prowl for any hint of Alistar. Solomon was close to tears at the sight of his mate. Layla's lips were blue and her skin was almost colorless. He was so relieved that he had found her but her current state was alarming and he doubted that even with the best healers that she would be able to make it through. All he knew is that he needed to get her back to his home and get her warm. He was thankful that Alistar didn't carry her that far off from the fort. There was so much blood all over the ground, the whole situation was a miracle and he felt so blessed by the Goddess. He hoped that Alistar was lying in the snow in a similar state but he wasn't optimistic. He ordered a small group of the wolves to continue their hunt of Alistar and the rest to return with him as protection as he could not shift as he carrie
Layla's heartbeat remained steady throughout the night much to the delight of the healers. As her body warmed up, she regained her color and was slowly losing her sickly pallor. The healers replaced her bandages in the middle of the night, the jostling of her body woke her from her slumber. For a split second, she had convinced herself that it was all a horrible dream and that she had fallen asleep next to Solomon and there was a party to return to. She was brutally brought back to reality when an elderly man with deep set wrinkles, a long gray beard, and very kind eyes greeted her with a warm smile. "Hello, there!" The elderly man said cheerfully. "I am so pleased to see you awake." Layla was confused but did not want to appear to be rude. The man seemed kind and she knew all of Alistar's allies, this man was not one of them which could only mean that she was back at the Moonbane fortress. She didn't understand it but it made her more nervous. There was a certain level of reali
The sun peeked through the window and gently woke the lovebirds from their slumber. Layla's body was tight and it was painful for her to move but she knew that she needed to. The longer she stayed still in bed, the more likely it would be that she would not recover in the manner that she wanted to. Solomon sleepily kissed the top of her head, "Good morning, Lone Wolf."Layla smiled, "Good morning. Did you sleep alright?" "Of course I did, I slept next to you. I can spend my life doing that." He happily sighed as he tried to fall back asleep. "Solomon," she said softly in a sing-song voice. "Shh, back to sleep," he replied. Layla, despite the pain she was physically in, was on cloud nine. She could not remember the last time she was this happy. It was intoxicating. She wasn't going to let any negative thoughts creep into her mind and ruin the moment. There was no reason to not believe that this could be her life. She was Solomon's mate, this was a part of that. After comin
A month went by peacefully. Layla focused on her healing. She was happy to see Cassias thrive in this environment. Layla couldn't tell if it was from the absence of Alistar and the negativity of the Thundermoon pack or if it was that the quality of life was much greater here than anywhere else. Layla wasn't going to complain. Whatever the reason, it looked good on him. Within days from the attack, as they were nestling into a routine, Layla began to learn the Riverwalker's native language. She grew tired of waiting around for Solomon to finish with his tasks for the day to accompany her in the room and read to her. She loved to listen to him and he was more than willing to push aside his obligations but she wouldn't allow him to. Learning it filled the time apart more so than staring at the walls. And besides, she knew if they were to ever have children they, too, would speak it and she didn't want to be the odd one out. Cassias joined her in her studies and took to the language mor
"I am so sorry," Solomon said once they were out of ear range. "I don't understand why it is so difficult for her to accept this. I feel like your father and my father are on board but she is so stubborn. What she said was uncalled for and unacceptable. Please know that I do not share any of her opinions."Layla smiled but it did not hide her pain. She tried to put on a brave face for Solomon. She knew that it must be harder for him to listen to all of this than her. She knew how Saraiah felt, it was no secret. They had been naive to think that she would change her mind and support them. But they desperately wanted to believe, all children do regardless of age, that their parents love them and support them unconditionally. "It's okay," she said softly. "I love you," he said as he took both of her hands in his. Layla stood on her tip-toes to gently give Solomon a quick reassuring kiss. "We should check on Cassias. I want to make sure he's okay. My mom can be," he paused, "a lot, es
Looking around the table, it became clear to Layla who these men were, the old Alphas from the packs the Riverwalkers conquered. The room was dimly lit by candlelight. The window on the wall behind Balthazar was small and did not do an adequate job in lighting the room so she hadn't realized till that moment that on the wall directly in front of her was an enormous hand drawn map. She was used to seeing maps of Ashford Mountains with the River Reach as a small blurb in the corner. But now she could see it for what it was, she was overwhelmed. She felt stupid to think that there was nothing beyond it. But she could see that there were oceans and lands beyond it. The area was more than twice the size of Ashford. For the first time she recognized the gravity of her situation. She wasn't just the mate to some little Alpha of some little nothing pack. She wasn't worthy. But she wasn't going to let that hit her at that moment. She was representing her father and his pack as well as Thunder
Plans were quickly made for the attack against Thundermoon. Layla was impressed how easy it was for Solomon to take command of the room and then of the plans. She spent the rest of the meeting watching the room, watching Solomon, and then watching Balthazar. She could see where her father lacked the authority to lead. Anthony clearly didn't want to be in charge of anyone, he wanted the freedom to do whatever he pleased which was nothing at all. It was a first hand learning experience sitting in and watching the men of the room plan for war. She had never been included in conversations like this before. It was much more interesting to plan a war than to plan a party. She didn't want to miss a council meeting ever again. She saw a peek into the future and she liked what she saw. She was inspired to become the leader she always knew she could be. They would leave for Thundermoon the following day, allowing everyone to get their affairs in order. Moonbane was always well stocked in all
Dinner was a tense affair. Everyone was tired of the tension and the tip-toeing around conversations. Layla had tried her best to be respectful towards Saraiah but it was becoming unbearable. She had enjoyed the space away from Alistar and all the tip-toeing she did around him, she wasn't going to do it anymore for anyone. Saraiah sighed every five minutes. She pouted and whimpered all during the first course. She complained about every piece of food she ate and the wine she drank. The candles were too short, the fire too warm. It was exhausting. By the second course, the mood of the entire room was sour. Simon, Solomon's brother, had joined them and even he was turned off. Everyone's appetites were ruined. They spent the rest of the meal pushing around the food on their plates. It was uncomfortable and unnecessarily childish. "Saraiah, enough," Balthazar said as he slammed his fists on the table. Saraiah had sent the third course back to the kitchen for the second time. "This has