Whiskey.What is a Zee? Why is he calling me Zee? I didn’t respond to the strange beast, instead I turned my body slightly to the side, bent my knees and lifted my arm over my shoulder. I wrapped my hand tightly around the handle of my blade, ready to pull it from its holster. I was prepared to fight, if that’s what the beast wants. He stepped closer toward me, lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. He furrowed his brows and stepped closer again. “Who are you?” he demanded in a loud and earth-shattering voice. Again, I gave no response, I just curled my lips back and snarled. Come on beasty boy, let’s dance.

Whiskey. “So, where have you come from?” Gunner asked me. He sat across from me at the small firepit. We cooked one of the spruce hens that I caught. It was a fat one too, lots of meat on it. He was slowly ripping the flesh off the breast, while I gnawed at its leg. After the unexpected cuddle I got from Gunner this morning, I've become more curious about the girl he mentioned, the one waiting for him. I think her name is Zee, or at least that’s what he calls her. He has called me Zee twice now, so he must be missing her a lot to be seeing her face in mine.  “Nowhere in particular” I answered. Giving him something, while still giving him nothing. A tactic I have been using all day, every time he has asked me something.

Zelena. I know fear. I lived my whole life with fear. It has shaken me to my very core, and attached itself to every inch of me. But the kind of fear that was currently swarming through my stomach, was something I have never experienced before. Before now, fear was all about me. What if he kills me, what if he disfigures me, what if I never escape him. Then after I found Gunner, it became, what if he doesn’t love me, what if he tires of me, what if I lose him. And now, I no longer matter. Everything is for them. What could this prophecy mean for them, will it hurt them, how can they be protected from it. A million and one possible terrible things ran through my mind in quick succession. Disaster after disaster. And my two sweet and beautiful children right in the centre of it all. I looked up at Lunaya. She was sitting on the edge of her seat, watching all of the emotions flicker across my face. I took a deep breath, my lungs burned with the force

Zelena. I stood at the head of the table, holding baby B. in my arms. Tobias sat to my right, with little G. happily asleep in his arms. Next to him was Lunaya and Alyse, then Felix. On my Left was Smith, taking on his new Beta role. Next to him was Lupus, Roe and Nat. I debated calling Daniel, Gunner named him Delta before he left. I would have thought that he’d give Felix the title, seeing as how experience and trusted he is. But Felix is the head commander now, he can’t be head commander and pack Delta. I like Daniel well enough, he seems capable and smart, I just don’t know him too well yet. This is about my pups, and I won’t tell just anyone about this, regardless of their rank. Only the ones I deeply trust. Felix fits into that box, Daniel doesn’t, at least not yet. 

Aurora. “Why won’t you change?” Gunner huffed annoyed. I wanted to answer, I needed to answer. But there was an invisible rope, tying my gaze to his creamy skin and the thick rod between his legs. I swear I could taste him already. Musky, yet sweet. I can see myself running my tongue over those deep crevasses that are his abs.  “Whiskey, we need to get down the mountain, it will be quicker to do that in wolf form” he said with a touch of frustration in his tone. Yet I still couldn’t look away. I was positively spellbound.  “Fuckin’ hell. Whiskey!” he sna