I had to admit that I did find it difficult to leave Samantha alone, because I knew that she needed me. But there was just too much that was going through my mind, too much that I needed to process before I would be able to make an informed decision about what I was going to do next - because that was what needed to happen. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to have to do something about it. I couldn’t just leave this situation to pass until something happened, because that was asking for trouble. It was like I was opening the door to it and serving it on a silver platter. I was on my way to Gwen, but I had reached a point where I was no longer sure whether or not it was going to be a good idea for me to do so. As far as I was concerned, this was a matter that I neededd to handle on my own. But how did I do that when it was a matter that I considered to be a personal one, especially when Gwen had been fulfilling the actual role of being my Beta for the last few months while we ha

I could tell by the expression on her face, that Gwen was having a hard time with what was going on. I could not help but wonder whether or not she had been sleeping after all, despite the fact that she had been by me mere moments after I had come through the door. But perhaps she had been under the impression that I was an intruder. It would serve as a good explanation for it. “Why would you need a warning?” I decided that I should have started off by telling Gwen the full story of what had happened. It might not have been an ideal, but it would have meant that she would have understood what was going on without leaving me feeling as frustrated as I felt now. “Remember, I called you to find out whether or not you had spoken to Luke? Well, I hadn’t actually phoned you for that, but do you remember?” How could she not remember? After all, I had also roused her out of her sleep when I had phoned her for that, and she had been perfectly capable of reporting what was going on to me. S

When Alpha Elijah left my house, it was something that I was incredibly grateful for. He might not have understood the urgency regarding the situation, which was something that I considered to be quite difficult to comprehend, since he was the one who had come to me because of this problem in the first place. Surely, he knew that he could not be wasting time, just standing around here when he could already have left. But, I understood why he wanted to go and tell Samantha that he was leaving. We might not have been given any solid indication that the two of them were mates, but the more that I witnessed the two of them together, the more accepting I became that it was the norm. I would be more surprised if the two of them didn't end up being mates, than I would be if they were. I just hoped that Samantha wasn't taking advantage of their bond and using it for her own personal desires. It was something that had crossed my mind earlier, and I had known that it would only be a matter of

Watching Elijah leave was something that I found incredibly difficult to do, but I didn't have a choice. Even if I had stayed in bed the entire time, I would have still known that he had left, and that his goodbye was going to be for quite some time, and not merely just for a run to the border, or someplace else. There had been a part of me that had considered suggesting that I go with him, but I knew that that would cause more trouble than anything else, because it would make him more of a target than anything else. I did not know much about travelling in your wolf form, but I did know that it was risky. It was something that my father rarely did, unless he was accompanied by other wolves. Your scent became more prominent, and you became more visible to the world around you. But as much as we could be considered as apex predators, we were prey to our own kind. Elijah would be travelling with a target on his back, bright, red and precise. All that it would take, would be one highly s

'Gwen... I would appreciate it if you could come here now...' I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Samantha's voice echo through my head, for I had been nearly convinced that she had spoken right here next to me. But that was not the case. There had been something about the tone of her voice that warned me about the fact that there was something wrong. I didn't know how I knew, but I was willing to call it a gut feeling. I had been sitting on my sofa up until that moment, waiting for an acceptable time to start making my way there, but now I was starting to wonder if it was possible that I had taken to long. Was she shifting? 'I am on my way. Are you shifting?' I felt like I needed to know what was going on, what it was that I was going to walk into when I got there, because as much as I wanted to say that I was prepared for it, I knew that I was not. On the contrary, I was the furthest thing from fine that you could possibly be, my own heart rate spiking through the roof. I