Richard was getting stronger and staying awake longer. He was developing a rather surly attitude due to the nervousness he was feeling. He’d just been told that Richard was coming by to visit him, and Richard imagined his brother from the past. Gregory had always seemed angry or disappointed or some mixture of the two with him.
Now, Richard didn’t know what to expect after the last thing he remembers was at his weakest. His brother was hugging him and mumbling something about getting through things together. Which way was it going to go? He didn’t know, and he had to admit that he was afraid to speculate.
Dean had Rolo packed up, and once done zipping up the last bag, he looked at his old mentor. When Rolo had contacted him, he had felt honoured until he realized that Rolo didn’t remember him. Dean looked on the bright side, though and was happy Rolo had at least remembered his interest in necromancy. Now his mentor had become the poster child for caution when handling tomes like the Lich’s personal diaries. He was now obsessed by the tome and would let no one else consult it. Dean was tired of trying to keep an eye on Rolo even though he had come with several other mages far closer to him. They had wanted to fight and help with staging the missions, but when
Richard had been able to rest and speak through the video feed to some of the rogues. To him, they weren’t rogues like the original ones he’d recruited. Gregory had been correct about them. These rogues had made a mistake or had been scammed to leave their packs and homes. Whether these rogues admitted it or not. They were all looking for that second chance, and because of that, they weren’t too far gone. Some definitely had behaviour and anger issues, but nothing a little guidance and a chance to prove themselves wouldn’t fix.
Richard finally made it from the medical centre to where the rogues were being held. He was using a cane and a nurse hovering behind him. Two guards escorted him, and people were kept from his path. Richard was still unsure if the guards were there to keep him or others from doing something stupid. However, one of the guards was nice enough to insist on carrying the bag now holding his laptop and cellphone. Someone had dropped off some clothing for him too. No one could expect him to wear the clothing he had entered the medical centre because those were clothing that he had found not long after he had risen from death.
Gregory had informed Aricka that Richard had been asking to see her. He’d been asking periodically over the last few days. He’d been himself to see Richard several times for various things. They and their father had been working together to get Richard set up with his own pack that was made up of mostly rogues. Aricka had been hesitant to talk to him or even see him. The man was supposed to be her husband even though that ceremony had been a lie. He was her son’s father while she was now mated to his brother. She wasn’t sure what she would say to him or how he would respond to her. The plain truth was she was scared and anxious to have anything to do with him. But she knew that this had to happen so
As he thought of his pup grouping, Evan and the pack were having fun running through the wooded area and playing in the snow. It was great being able to get outside and just have fun. He found it thrilling, and he’d thought it might be his wolf side affecting his actions. But it wasn’t like it talked to him. It was just part of him. Like someone was Italian or Japanese. He didn’t care. He was in a happy place now. The strangers from
The Druids and Mages had finally left. That was the last of the re-enforcements to leave. All that was left were the members of the Black River Pack. Even the smaller packs had left for their homes. Now they were scrambling to put everything back where it had been. Find ways to fill the gaps of the dead respectfully and get back to the everyday. But of course, it wasn’t so easy. Time had crept up on everyone and
Aricka and the Hell Hounds quickly shifted forms. One of the many reasons shifters preferred to run on private land was, yes, less chance of being shot. But another one was the weird shit that shifters did because they had to think ahead of time, like clothing. Especially in winter, in case they have to shift to their human form. Oh, some didn’t care too much for a short time, but they are usually younger, drunk or both. They carried small bags either in their mouths or around their necks. Aricka hadn&rs
It was almost dinnertime, and Hilda had told Juliette that everyone was expected in the Dining Hall. There were going to be announcements about the Yule Traditional Celebrations and how they would be managed this year. Because of the war and the extra people arriving to celebrate. The traditional preparations would have to be altered, as there just wasn’t time to get it all done. Juliette had been quickly corrected about using the term Christmas, as that wasn’t what the pack celebrated.