Hey friends! Soooo, that's awkward. This seems to be a breaking point for CCS. What do you think they're going to do? Do you tihnk that Corinda can heal enough to try to make this work? Or do you think they should just cut their losses and move on? I'm looking for 12 comments for a special update over the weekend. See you soon!
“Somebody give me something,” I say walking into the Alpha Council meeting room. Charlie and I had been a mess while Brandon was chained. That hour of not having contact with him was one of the worst of our lives. He trusted Severn and Casen, but Charlie and I were having a lot of trouble leaving him in the hands of someone who had tried to kill him earlier today, as well as the crazy she-wolf who had planned his kidnapping and the killing of multiple packs. Yeah, they had their reasons, but their brand of psycho near our mate was killing us. As was the knowledge that he wouldn’t be coming home with us tomorrow. The only thing keeping us from freaking out was that Brandon was currently safe and in nearly constant contact with us and that we have a project that we can focus on: finding out who The Red One is. To do that, we call in Citra, the witch that helped to escort Nathan here from Julian’s pack. “Whoa, there cowboy,” Dev says. “How’s Brandon?” I plop down in my seat at t
It’s a six hour drive to the safehouse. We decided to go with the one that was closer to Texas, to where we would meet the trios tomorrow at the Meteoric Rise packhouse. If we travel half way there today, we’ll only have about six hours to drive tomorrow. We’re about 30 minutes into the trip and no one has said anything. Brandon is lightly snoring in the back. I hear Sev playing on his phone, the soft music of Candy Crush coming from its tinny speakers. Corinda has been staring out the window the whole time, though I occasionally see her look at me in my periphery. I know that we need to talk, but I’ll be damned if I’m the first one to break the silence between us. Childish, I know, but she screwed this up. She needs to take the first step to fix it. Sev feels the same way, but he’s keeping his distance. It seems like he’s been burned one too many times by our fiery-haired beauty. He won’t extend a hand anymore. She’s got to do it herself. Both of us are really upset abou
“Wait, so why haven’t we heard of them until now?” I ask. “You would think if there were these all-powerful witches out there that hunt down werewolves, it would be a big topic of conversation.” Citra shifts uncomfortably. “That might be our fault.” “What do you mean?” Zak asks, his voice and body language tense and agitated. “Down, boy,” I whisper to him, grabbing his hand in mine and putting it on my thigh. He relaxes some, but both of us are still on edge. It’s going to be like this until Brandon gets back and it’s fucking exhausting to be honest. “Sorry,” Zak mutters. Citra nods before she continues. “The American witch community has tried really hard to ensure that what has gone on in Europe with the Riding Hoods doesn’t come over here. No witch that has any ties with their coven, no matter how remote, is allowed to enter our borders and we’ve cut all ties with the European covens. But that means that we also have limited information about them. Wolves tend to be qu
Yeah, so Casen, Sev, and Corinda thought that I was asleep while they had their little talk. They don’t realize how light you sleep when you’re a parent. The second that they started talking, I woke up. I heard everything. It was hella awkward. I really wish that Sev was part of the pack. I want to mindlink him about what just happened. He’s gotta be dying. I know I am. But after about 10 minutes of no more talking, I fall back asleep. —----------- I wake up when we stop to get something to eat. They got me a burger, fries, and a shake. Sev hands it to me, but after missing my mouth on several occasions and spilling my shake on the floor, they decide that I need to be able to see. Plus, everyone wants to get out and stretch their legs for a bit. So Casen gets me replacement food and we drive to a rest stop. They pull around the back of the building and lead me into the woods with the food. Once we’re far enough in, they take off the blindfold and I hiss as the sun
We have another three hours to drive. We stay quiet for the majority of the time, talking only occasionally. Mostly, we’re thinking about what Brandon had to say. Looking at it now, I really think that I told Case and Sevy…Sev, the truth about my feelings towards Brandon. It’s not him I’m attracted to, per say. I mean, he’s attractive, but he’s a werewolf. We’re all attractive. Shit, we don’t even get acne as teenagers. It’s part of the predatory thing that comes with being a wolf. Sleek and beautiful appearances attract better mates and put prey at ease. But that wasn’t what attracted me to Brandon. It is truly that he didn’t hold back when he called me on my shit. He didn’t treat me like I was this fragile thing. When Case tackled me in the forest, I felt the same thing, though it did go a little deeper because he was my mate. Now that I see the attraction for what it is, the agitation is gone. I just wish I hadn’t embarrassed myself like that. Likely, Brandon’s who
We drive through the night to the safehouse. I end up driving the whole way, feeling more agitated than tired. I still want to talk to Sev about what I heard him and Brandon talking about. I’m also worried about how he’s taking everything. He was so cold when we were talking to Corinda earlier and he barely said a word when we got back into the truck after talking with Brandon. He’s even closed down the link, putting up a mental barrier that stays in place even when he’s asleep. He’s starting to shut himself off from me the same way that Corinda has and I’m floundering. I feel so lost without him. I didn’t realize how much I’d come to depend on his comforting touch, physically and in my mind. I love him so much and I can’t stand the thought of him becoming this cold, unfeeling person. The only one that he seems to want to interact with is Brandon. I’m extremely jealous, but I can’t say that I don’t understand it. Brandon has only tried to help him the entire time that he
Jacob has a fretful night; almost as if he knows that Arya and I are on edge about meeting with CCS and Brandon tomorrow. “Shhh, Jakey. I know. I know. Ma and Pop are worried and you are, too. It’s ok, buddy.” I’m rocking him in the chair by the window. It typically works, but tonight seems to be the exception. We agonized over what we would have Jacob call us for the entire week before we went to visit Xander the first time. We knew that we would see Lacey and Isaac then and we were afraid of their reaction if we took to calling ourselves Jacob’s Mom and Dad. But they had thought of a solution when we came to see them. Jake would call Arya “Ma,” which is the Afrikaans word for “Mom.” I would be “Pop,” the name that both Isaac and I had called one of each of our grandfather’s. And when we spoke of Lacey and Isaac, they would be Mommy and Daddy. “What do you think is going on with him?” Arya asks, pitching her voice over Jacob’s thin whine. “I don’t know, Angel. I think
I slept like the fucking dead and am full of energy when Sev wakes me up at 6 the next morning. When I come out of the living room, I find Corinda putting the food away in the cupboards while Case packs a bag of extra clothes for everyone. That worries me. Does he think that they’re going to have to shift quickly? Why would they have to do that when this is supposed to be a friendly meeting? But at the same time, I know that I’m not going to be going home today, so this isn’t going to go as well as they had planned. We leave within half an hour, stopping to get food on the road a little later. Again, I’m blindfolded, which in all honestly, is starting to get really fucking old. I know that I slept most of the day yesterday but I’m all caught up on sleep now and ready to do something. It would be nice if I could at least look at the people I’m talking to. Corinda is a bit more friendly today and Sev and Case are definitely feeling a lot better. I wonder if they were able to t