Just a few days later, only hours after Jason had spent the longest half an hour Lara had ever experienced in the alpha’s office, she joined him beneath the largest sycamore tree on the Silverdale estate. Though it was not their official wedding due to the lockdown that had been put in place upon the entire community, Lara couldn’t have wished for anything more. She would give her parents the large wedding they obviously desired to show off their power and wealth, but right now, in this moment, everything was for her and Jason. With their entire pack surrounding them and some of the women and children who had remained from Tyson’s pack, Lara and Jason allowed Layon to wrap a crimson ribbon around their hands, binding them together. Tears pricking the corners of her eyes, Lara gazed up into the eyes of her mate and bit the inside of her lip in an attempt to stop them from falling from her cheeks. “Though we are limited due to the lockdown, Jason and Lara have asked that we all gath
"Are you sure that you have to go?" The words were uttered with deep concern as Barach Michaels stood before what felt like the entire Silverdale werewolf pack. It was a heartwarming sight to know that they had all turned up to say their farewells. After several months of sharing their home, working side by side with them to ensure the safety of one of the largest supernatural communities in existence, she was sad to have to nod. "I'm afraid I do," she sighed even as she hugged Angel Silverdale, the beautiful red-headed mate to Layon Silverdale, the alpha's son. Angel looked quite disappointed, but she did not make any protest. Instead, she stepped back to let her husband take her place. "Barach, my father and I thank you for all you have done for our pack," Layon explained, holding out his hand to shake hers. "Our entire pack thanks you. Without your visions, we would never have managed to hold off what remains of Tyson's pack for so long." "I don't think they'll be troubling
"Are you sure that you have to go?" The words were uttered with deep concern as Barach Michaels stood before what felt like the entire Silverdale werewolf pack. It was a heartwarming sight to know that they had all turned up to say their farewells. After several months of sharing their home, working side by side with them to ensure the safety of one of the largest supernatural communities in existence, she was sad to have to nod. "I'm afraid I do," she sighed even as she hugged Angel Silverdale, the beautiful red-headed mate to Layon Silverdale, the alpha's son. Angel looked quite disappointed, but she did not make any protest. Instead, she stepped back to let her husband take her place. "Barach, my father and I thank you for all you have done for our pack," Layon explained, holding out his hand to shake hers. "Our entire pack thanks you. Without your visions, we would never have managed to hold off what remains of Tyson's pack for so long." "I don't think they'll be troubling u
Patrolling the boundaries of Silverdale had always been a regular thing, but the patrols were becoming more and more frequent since Tyson’s threat toward the community. Though he was growing used to them, Tyson couldn’t grow used to the fact that someone was now missing from their patrols. Barach Michaels had become a welcome addition to the team and although it had been almost a week since she left to visit her sick grandmother, Tyson just couldn’t seem to get used to her not being there. His heart ached and he couldn’t help but feel as though something was missing. “Hey man, are you alright?” Jason demanded, slamming a hand into the back of Tyson’s shoulder in order to shake him from his thoughts as they trudged through a particularly overgrown portion of the forest that bordered the edge of the Silverdale fence line. “I’m fine,” Tyson responded quickly, straightening himself up again and glaring at the wolf who was quite possibly his best friend. “I…I guess I was just distra
The heady scent of white sage filled Barach’s nostrils even as she perched on the edge of her grandmother’s bed. As she had expected when she arrived almost a week ago, only her sister had been there, leaving almost as soon as Barach arrived to take over the watch. Barach had been alone with her grandmother since then. The elderly witch had gone in and out of consciousness at first, giving Barach hope that things might actually turn out alright, that her vision had been wrong, and that she would make a full recovery. But now it had been almost an entire day since her grandmother had last opened her eyes, and her breathing was becoming more and more labored. She looked small and fragile and shriveled as she lay on the mountain of pillows that were propping her up in order to help her breathe. Holding her hand, Barach sang a gentle healing chant, knowing that it was more for her benefit than her grandmother’s. There was little to be done when an elderly witch reached the end of her
Bored out of his brain, Tyson was struggling to find things to keep himself occupied. He had been in Barach’s grandmother’s apartment for hours and so far nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He was beginning to think that Layon’s intel was off. Maybe Tyson’s pack had given up waiting for Barach to leave the apartment building and decided to head back to the abandoned industrial estate they called home. On top of that, Barach hadn’t left her grandmother’s bedroom since he arrived. He’d heard her moving around several times, smelled the scent of fresh sage being lit, and guessed that she was smudging the room to rid the place of bad energy, but for the most part she was still and silent and he wanted to give her all the privacy that she deserved to care for her sick grandmother. Yet when he heard the beautiful, melodic chanting song that she finally took up after several hours, Tyson couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Something about that song entered his heart and drew him u
The wolves were everywhere. Though they were in human form, she could see that they were werewolves. Barach could always catch a glimpse of what someone truly was in her visions. She wasn't sure exactly how it worked, whether she was truly seeing it or whether it was just some kind of sense she had on top of everything else. Either way, she knew that the mass of men descending all around her grandmother's apartment building were wolves and from the looks of them, they weren't just any wolves, they were Tyson's wolves. Though her visions weren't always one hundred percent accurate or straightforward, this one at least allowed her a snippet of one of them talking in what appeared to be Italian as he gestured for his companions to fan out around the building. They slipped into alleyways, hid behind dumpsters, several of them even wandered right up to the front door. How kind of them, Barach thought when one of them bothered to ring her grandmother's doorbell. In the next moment, one
The pain that jarred through Tyson’s legs from falling three stories and landing square on his feet was excruciating agony. Had he been a human, he likely would have broken both his legs and injured his passenger in the process but as a werewolf, he quickly began to recover, able to feel the pain easing off within seconds. And it was a good thing too because he could hear the growling of werewolves coming from both ends of the alleyway. Worse, he could smell the rank scent of them as they stalked toward him and Barach, offering threatening snarls and snapping their fangs as though they were prepared to rip them both to shreds. Like hell I’m going to let that happen, Tyson thought, growling back in response. He placed Barach on her feet before him and then quickly stepped in front of her. Pushing her behind him protectively, he began to urge her back against the nearest wall. They weren’t about to get past him anytime soon. Every inch of his body was tensed, prepared to fight, his