Rey is going crazy inside of my head at seeing Lola run across the car park and fling her arms around that guy. I have no clue who he is. But he is clearly far from a stranger to her. He is tall, well built and muscly. At a guess, maybe a warrior as he looks well trained. I hate thinking badly of her, as deep down I have no reason to think she would do anything to me. She has said she has no other guys and I have no need to think otherwise. Yet this mate bond, and a crazy wolf who is seemingly extremely jealous is not a fun individual to be sharing brain space with. My mind is working over time. “Come on you big wuss, I’ll come over with you” Jake says to me with a big grin. I am sure he finds this amusing. Wait until he finds his mate, then he will know. He should know anyway, we have been through it all with Knox, and Dan, but especially Knox. I seemed to get the brink of that, and Gabe. We walk toward Lola, and I notice she was no longer wrapped around the guy n

We are back in the lounge after being told to meet here. It is a lot more of a mess than it was earlier when we walked in, likely due to their earlier fighting. Maybe Alpha Jacob had forgotten about that. There was blood on the grey sofas, up the walls and across the floor. Thankfully, bodies had been removed, as the warriors that were with us from the Midnight Forest Pack, now all bandaged up, told us there had been a fair few of Crimson Night Pack Warriors on the floor, bloodied and injured, some even dead. I don’t even want to think about that. That is one element to my family being warriors I hate. The fact that a big part of that is the fighting, and the killing it can involve. And the way they seem to be so free in forgetting about it, and letting it go like it is literally nothing. Like it is part of their day job, which I guess it is really. But it just doesn’t sit right with me and puts me on edge. Yet most of the men in my family are warriors; my Dad, my brother, my

Seeing Esme at the airport was a surprise, but I understand why she would want to see Gabe. When she said she would deal with the consequences of the Alpha later if needed, I was torn whether to tell her the Werewolf Council were there. I didn’t know if Gabe may want to tell her that himself, and tell her that they can be together and see if she choses to be with him now or not. Thankfully, I was disturbed by Dan bringing the coffees anyway. So I didn’t need to worry any further. The flight being delayed is one thing I could have done without. I just want to get to my friend, and find out what the hell is happening. My Dad knows what to do, being the former Alpha. I could so easily have left him to deal with all this, but I still want to be there. Strange to think when we come back we will be coming back with some new pack members. Dan is busy chatting on the phone now to Indie or maybe Finn… difficult to say. Either way whatever he is saying isn’t making much sense. The we

Hearing Gabe had gone into cardiac arrest had broken me. In that moment, walking around the edge of the corridor to hear them say his heart had stopped, I thought I was too late, I thought I had lost him. I thought I may not have a chance to put things right with him. That we may not be able to try to work things out. Because hearing he had been hurt had made me reconsider everything. I would give up my degree for him if I needed to. I was terrified for him. I knew how strong the mate bond can be, but knowing your fated mate is hurt is enough to bring you to your knees. Kya was howling and whining in my mind. She is still angry with me, but at the same time desperate for me to get to him, so I think right now she is torn between whether she will be on good terms with me or not, knowing I was here to see our mate. There was no way I was never going to not go and see him. But hearing his heart had stopped, I thought he had already gone. I thought we had lost our chance a

I wanted to go and check Gabe was ok, but right now Esme and Mateo were by his bed, and I felt it was necessary to let them be with him. Dan and I were standing in the corner of the room. Both quiet, both watching the scene in front of us. I wonder if he is full of emotion and turmoil like I am. It doesn’t feel right seeing Gabe like this. He is a warrior, he is not meant to be weak and vulnerable in a hospital bed. Not to mention quiet and unable to be cracking jokes, having a laugh like he normally does. It feels so wrong in so many senses. It makes this whole situation so much more scary to me. That probably doesn’t make sense. But that is how it feels. He looks ill too, and that is not good. I hope these Drs are able to help him. I truly do. My gut feeling is that I want him taking to our pack hospital if I am honest, so I know the Drs, know they have the best possible treatment available, as here I don’t know how they work, don’t know the staff and don’t know what they ha