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15. Training day one
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The Way You Taste 17. Understanding my mate
WILLOW’S POINT OF VIEW Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. What could this be about? I scan my head for all the possible reasons why Alpha Michael might want to speak with me. Holden. It has to be about Holden. He’s going to tell me Holden wants to reject me. Dad. He knows who my father is and knows he asked me to keep an eye on the pack. Xenia. Xenia is secretly a hybrid who can’t really perform as well as full-blooded werewolves, so she can’t be in the Cadet Program, and as her cohort mate, I have to deal with it. I try to reach out to Xenia through the mind link, but I keep hitting walls. She wasn’t part of the crowd who left the gym. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing her after her fight was over. Is she missing? I only have thirty minutes, not enough time to shower. Instead, I spend those thirty minutes agonizing over the whirlwind of shit that has hit my face in the last two days, mourning the loss of whatever I’m about to lose. I rehearse different speeches to
The Way You Taste 18. Alone with her
HOLDEN’S POINT OF VIEW It’s absolutely insane that I barely even spoke to this girl, and yet, the thought of her makes it impossible for me to focus on anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. Willow. The way her body arched, the scent of her skin, the sound of her voice. The thought of what she tastes like. “We can finally do all that and more!” Hendrix says. I shake my head. Get a grip, Holden. This is about research. Willow is waiting outside the Pack House, dressed in an outfit that seems like it’s crafted from my own fantasies. A fucking pleated skirt and a white blouse. Like a fucking British schoolgirl. The way it clings to her form, revealing just enough to make my imagination run wild. I’m instantly reminded that I didn’t actually get to see her naked when we had sex. “No better place than our lab for that…” Hendrix taunts. “Morning,” she greets me, shooting me a smirk that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I motion for her to follow me
The Way You Taste 19. Bridging gaps
WILLOW’S POINT OF VIEW “Dad! I thought you said we weren’t supposed to talk until after boot camp?” I smile as I answer the phone. “Yeah, I just missed you too much. So, how’s my Willy Kitty?” He chuckles at me as he uses my old nickname. “Good! I mean, everything’s so different, there’s a lot to get used to and I haven’t had much time yet.” “I bet,” he chuckles. “So, tell me about it. What do you think of Ghost Pack?” I love it. Absolutely love it and I wish you’d done the right thing and raised me and Lachlan here so we could’ve experienced a normal werewolf childhood. What the fuck, where is this coming from? I can’t hurt him like that. “It’s beautiful, Dad,” I say instead. “I’m really happy to be here. “What about training? Has it started yet?” “Yeah,” I reply enthusiastically. “I mean, I’ve only had one day. But it’s pretty cool, I really like the vision they have for the Cadet Program. It’s not all about training and fighting, it’s about being a part of something
The Way You Taste 20. Moonlit desires
HOLDEN’S POINT OF VIEW ****RATED R**** Theoretically, Mondays are a holy day for werewolves. “Moon day”. Everyone in Ghost Pack has a day off, except for essential workers. It’s the only day on which Cadets have no training, and it’s the only day on which there are no meetings with the ranked wolves. Yet, we partially live in a human world, so those with jobs outside the territory proceed as usual. I actually don’t have any classes on Mondays this semester, so I could be back in the territory chilling with my friends and enjoying my free time. Instead, I’m hiding in the University laboratory. I’m trying to convince myself that I’m doing something productive, that I’m actually working on my research. But I’m not. I’m sulking and brooding. I’m trying to figure out what I’ll do today. I’m hiding from Willow. Per our agreement, I’ll be spending time with her today. She pretty much decided on it for me, she said I had to take her to dinner and to the Moonlit Communion afterward. It
The Way You Taste 21. Heartbeats and heresies
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The Way You Taste 22. The weight of leadership
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The Way You Taste 23. Whispers in the Barracks
WILLOW’S POINT OF VIEW In wolf form, Jamie and I are more connected to nature and to the Goddess. We’re even more connected to each other, and sharing our feelings and thoughts feels both terrifying and comforting. I don’t know what I would do without her to lean on. The horrible sight of the defaced Altar of Selene hurts even worse this way. I don’t want to face it, to face reality. I don’t want to face the thoughts of what this means for my pack, for wolfkind as a whole. Every step, every breath feels heavier with the weight of the thoughts racing through my mind, so I try to outrun them. The cool earth underneath feels soothing against my paws, almost like the earth is trying to absorb some of the chaos within me, some of the grief. The wind rushes past me, brushing against my fur as I sprint through the forest. The trees blur around me as we remember the gut-wrenching sight of the Shell. The sacred place of our ancestors, violated. I hear distant howls and feel how heavy th
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