Hey friends! That was fast! You met the challenge. Soooo, what do you think of Chloe, Casen, and Sev now? And the Black Night Pack was really messed up! Leave me some love and let me know what you think. Have a great weekend and I'll see you all soon!
After we eat, we all separate to our rooms. Hakeem and I both shower and then lay together on the bed. We mindlink with Meredith, filling her in on everything that happened with the witches and getting updates from her about who Slade and the she-wolves with him are and how Brandon is doing. She seems to be doing well after the whole ordeal of her seizures and Madre Selene (Mother Selene) taking over her body. But, she’s understandably exhausted. As our conversation fades, so does her energy. Vete a dormir, mi cielo. Has tenido un largo día. Hablaremos contigo por la mañana. (Go to sleep, my heaven. You've had a long day. We'll talk to you in the morning.) I murmur to her in the link. Voy a Facetime tu mamá para poder ver a las chicas antes de irme a dormir. (I'm going to Facetime your mom so that I can see the girls before I go to sleep.) Meredith yawns through the link and I’d be surprised if the call lasted more than five minutes. But I understand the need to see our p
Well, that was awkward. I turn back to look at Citra. She’s sweating slightly and her heart is beating fast. It wouldn’t be evident to anyone but a werewolf, but it’s pretty obvious to any wolf in our group. I walk to Citra, pulling her aside, gesturing for Michael to stay where he is. “Talk to me. What’s going on?” “It’s nothing I can’t handle,” she says, not looking at me. “I believe that. I just want to know what we’re walking into. How we can support you.” I duck down trying to catch her eye. Citra finally looks at me, a surprised smile spreading across her face. Suddenly, she jumps into me, hugging me fiercely. I look at Michael, who has been keeping a wary eye on us. He’s not a part of my pack. This could be seen as a threat. I want to give him the chance to tell me to let her go. Michael smiles and shakes his head, as if in exasperation with his mate’s overfriendliness. He waves at me to go ahead and hug her and I gingerly wrap my arms around her slender
The next morning, I go to checkup on Brandon. Chloe is in the room, too. She had taken a paramedic and a few nursing classes before deciding to go for her dream of being a tattoo artist, so she is tending to all of Brandon’s medical needs. When I walked in the room, she was bending over and fiddling with something at the side of his bed, her tight jean-clad ass right in front of me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She has to have some idea of what she's doing, right? None of this is coincidence, is it? She looks at me over her shoulder before smiling and straightening. “Hey Sev. G’morning.” My mouth is dry and it takes me two swallows before I could respond. She's wearing a low cut tank top and her full breasts look mouthwatering. Snapping my eyes up to hers, I manage a smile. “Morning, Chloe. How’s the patient?” Thank the Goddess, she turns to apply some vaseline to Brandon’s lips and I can adjust my boner so it isn't front and center against my zipper. Fuck! How d
I bring Casen and Severn outside with me and we walk a ways into the woods. I don’t want anyone to be able to hear us, so I have to make sure that we get far away from the house. I’m thankful for how kind Kesha, Chloe, and Slade are. Kesha loaned me a pair of sweats, though I was wearing one of Slade’s long sleeved shirts, since I obviously didn’t have any clothes of my own. The shirt hung on me all the way down to my knees and I’d had to roll the sleeves up nearly half way to find my hands in them. Luckily, the pants were regular length instead of the petite that Kesha normally wore. I wasn’t going to be setting any fashion trends anytime soon, but beggars can’t be choosers. Quick glances back at them let me know that they’re mindlinking, along with a loud “WHAT THE FUCK!?” from Casen. At that point, he pulled Severn to him and scented his chest. I knew exactly what he was doing, but I needed them to focus on what I had to say. I feel the Goddess inhabit my body, taking t
I stare at Meredith open mouthed. She couldn’t have surprised me more if she had said that she wasn’t a werewolf, but shifted into Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Second chance mate? Are you freaking kidding me? Sev is stuttering beside me, his hand clutching mine. “What…what do…how…why?” Each time that he starts a sentence, he doesn’t seem to know how to finish and he eventually stops. Meredith gives us some time to come to grips with what she just told us. She waits until Sev stops talking before she begins again. Rubbing her eyes with her fingers and then running her hands through her hair, she sits up straight and lets out a sigh. Her hands dance in the air as she explains, almost as if she’s got to move to get her message out. “Ok, here’s how Selene explained it to me. Your bond with Rin severed long ago, soon after the Black Night Pack fucked with you guys. When she stopped feeling the bond towards you, it was as if she rejected you. You still felt the bond be
Celeste is definitely up to something. I don’t trust this bitch of a witch any further than I can throw her. I’m not sure what to do about it, though, until I get some kind of evidence. At least the wolves don’t trust her, either. They seem to like me, though I don’t know if they trust me. But you’ve gotta start somewhere. We eat in near silence, though it’s obvious that the wolves are mindlinking the whole time. “So, Citra, how are you?” Celeste asks. “Fine, High Priestess.” Citra responds in a monotone, her eyes downcast to her food. Her mate, Michael, rubs his fingers over her hand and she visibly relaxes. I see Celeste’s eyes zero in on that little touch, her face turning stonier. Her voice comes out as cold and hard as steel. “Who is this wolf and why is he touching you?” At her sister’s tone, Citra’s eyes flash, what looks like actual lightning firing through her eyes. “He is my mate. And I would suggest that you watch your tone when you speak to him!” “Mate?
We finish breakfast before a young witch comes to collect us. He asks us to follow him to the conference room to meet the High Priestess and some of her minions - I mean the other coven leaders. Be nice, Charlie. Zak links me. Why? This bitch not only insulted us as werewolves, but she also insulted one of our friends. That and I just don’t like her. I link back. Not the biggest fan of her either, but we’ve gotta make nice for now. We’ve gotta get help about this Riding Hood situation. Fine. But she better keep her tongue civil. Karamea and Sandra have already come up with five different ways to shove her broomstick in a variety of orifices. Preferably with the broomstick on fire. Zak laughs aloud, breaking the silence as we follow the witch to the conference room and garnering several confused looks. As we walk up to the door, it opens without anyone touching it. Fairly impressive from our standpoint, but Bella looks almost bored. “Parlor tricks,” she whispers to
Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! What the hell did I just do? No! No, no, no, no, no, no. I DID NOT just throw myself at a mated wolf. I couldn’t have done that, right? And there’s no way that he was as turned on as I was, right? RIGHT!?!?! As soon as Sev and Meredith leave, I hurry to open the window and air out the room. Fanning the scent out, I hurriedly spray Lysol as well. I won’t be able to get rid of my arousal scent completely until I shower and change clothes, but this will cover it up enough until I can go sort myself out. Fucking hell! I can’t believe that I just did that. Did I really just get turned on by just Sev’s touch on my back? Of course I did. I’ve been in love with him and Case since we all escaped Black Night. Seeing them outside the other day just added fire to the lust I’ve been feeling for years. Shit! I quickly check to make sure that Brandon is ok, shut the window, and run to my room. Closing and locking the door, I nearly collapse against the do