Never Once Did We Walk Alone Novels & Stories

"And I'll stand beside you every step." For an instant, the night hung silent—dark, but empty. The tempest was far from over. But they no longer walked into it alone. Not this time.

She was lowered on to the ground, though, it wasn't grassy on her skin and it felt more like she was lying on a blanket. "There a-are other p-people here?" The pain was becoming unbearable so a small scream escaped her lips. "They're here to watch your big moment." He said. She saw him sit beside her, stroking her forehead and peppering kisses on her face. Abruptly, her bones started cracking as a piercing pain tore through her small body. It felt like she was being killed and no matter how hard she screamed, nobody was helping her. It was even worse when the presence of her mate disappeared so she was all alone.

Maxine's P.O.V. "You like me, don't you?" Alph's question hung there, charged with tension I wasn't prepared for. We walked into the forest together, without ever deciding which way it was going to be. Destination after destination seemed a moot point; we were alone under moonlight. The world around us fell silent save the rustling of trees and our footsteps crunching against the earth. Not so my mind, however.

“It almost never starts kind.” We walked back to camp in silence.

For a while, it’s easy with the laughter, comfortable pauses, the clink of cutlery and the hum of other people’s lives happening around us but somewhere somewhere under all of it, there’s a hollow note I can’t quite shake. I push my plate away when I’m full and Sam notices immediately. “Was it good?” he asks. “Yeah,” I say. “It was really good.” He smiles at that, pleased. After dinner, we walk along the river. The air is cool and smells like rain water and leaves. He offers me his jacket and I take it, because it feels nice to be taken care of without strings attached. His arm brushes mine as we walk, and he does not immediately pull away, but he does not press either. The restraint feels r

And as they walk on, fingers still intertwined, the lights dim behind them, leaving only the echo of footsteps and the unmistakable feeling that whatever comes next — They’re no longer facing it alone. ---

It was as if he had aged decades overnight. I pretended not to recognize him and walked on with the kids. David glanced back over his shoulder. "That homeless guy keeps staring at us. He's probably just stunned by how perfect we look." I laughed. "Darling, when are you going to get help for that raging narcissism?" The sun poured gently over us, and our kids' laughter echoed along the street. Life was good—perfect, even—as if every piece had finally fallen into place.

And the twin bond, that strange, beautiful thing, pulsed between us. Fear. Hope. Raw determination. “We’re going,” he said. “We’re going,” I confirmed. And that was that. We didn’t return to the pack with clarity. We returned with fire. As we approached Fiato territory, the warriors stationed along the border straightened, saluted, then frowned at our expressions. “Alphas?” Brak called, stepping forward. “Did the Old Ones reveal anything?” Frynn’s jaw flexed. “Yes.” “They said she’s fighting alone,” I supplied, tone clipped. “And that we’re not to interfere.”

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]

He murmurs, for me alone: — We are no longer alone. And I understand that this day will be engraved not only in our lives, but in an entire community. ---