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#42 Pleasure Beyond Measure
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AvaleaAnn got away. She is safe.Ann got away. She is safe.I chant this over and over again in my mind as my feet carry me away in a direction they’ve deemed safe. My silk bedroom slippers are no match for the rough forest floor. Sharp pebbles and thorns tear at my feet, just as the low-lying branches are making short work of my nightgown. I’m covered in scrapes and bruises, and my tired legs stumble on a gnarly root that I failed to notice in the darkness. Neither of the two moons have made an appearance tonight. The canopy overhead is so thick that only the barest hint of the brilliant starlight is able to make its way through the gaps. How long I have been running I do not know, but I can still smell the acrid stench of smoke as the fire destroys everything in its path. Or am I smelling the residual smoke clinging to my now ruined-beyond-repair nightgown? I’m not certain. One glance behind me will tell me if I have come far enough, but I cannot look back, nor can I stop my feet
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Aldrich I don't want to leave her, but the alpha is expecting us. I’m dragging my feet as I walk back, too tired to shift. I think Roark suspects I’m up to something. When Roark walked into the hovel earlier this morning just as I’d finished packing the essentials to take back to the hut, he was too distracted to question me. I left when he fell asleep for a few brief minutes. But when I made my way back to our hovel the second time to get all those things to treat the princess’s wound, he looked at me questioningly. I fibbed; told him a Werewolf was badly injured during training earlier this morning. I don’t know if Roark believed the lie or not, although it is very common for us Werewolves to sustain severe injuries during our intensive training sessions. What are we training for? I don’t know. All I know is all able-bodied Werewolves gather in batches in the clearing nearly to hone their fighting skills. Myself, and Kimur, who is the other guard, oversee these training session
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Aldrich Roark and I head for the alpha’s cave in silence. I glance at Roark a time or two, wondering if he will question me, but he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. He is no doubt thinking about the testimony he’ll be giving. There will be uncomfortable questions thrown his way. I wish I could stand by him and support him, but I cannot break protocol. As the alpha’s personal guard, my primary duty today is to maintain order during the meeting and make sure that the alpha is safe. Today more than ever, I think the younger members might actually become disruptive. We head upstream, walking briskly along the hard rocky surface. Up ahead, we can see some other members of the pack heading for the cave. Since both of us are keen to avoid conversation, we maintain our distance. The alpha’s cave is located in a small hillock at the edge of our settlement. It’s not a single cave, but a series of interconnected caves with some of them extending underground. The largest cave is large enou
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He takes another deep breath. This next bit is going to be especially difficult for him. “I cannot be absolutely certain, but I thought I recognized one of them. It was Connor.” The pack erupts, and several members even take a few threatening steps towards Roark. “Isn’t your brother done with ruining our pack?” somebody demands. “We should have known it was your family responsible for this trouble again.” “Banish them both and be done with it!” My hackles rise as I prepare to leave the alpha’s side in a gross breach of protocol, to stand with my brother, but before I can, the alpha stands up, drawing himself up to his full height. His shoulders are hunched, his eyes glowing, and his canines have lengthened into sharp, pointed, gleaming fangs. He has partially shifted, and looks positively menacing. I see a hint of the strong alpha that he once was. A hush falls over the entire pack. “Anybody who interrupts will have to deal with me. Personally. Have I made myself clear?” Nob
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