I hear Ryan pass by my door. Or rather pause outside of it. I know I’m paranoid, but I feel like I have a good reason to be. I know werewolves have a crazy sense of smell and that Ryan can probably tell where I am. Maybe even knew I was in the hall just a few seconds ago.I wait several minutes before I crack the door open. The hall is dark and empty; I don’t see any lights streaming out from under doors.I creep back to the living room, quiet as I can, and peek around the doorway.Alex is lying on the couch wide awake, staring up at the ceiling.“Hey,” I whisper.His head snaps toward the door.“Goodnight.”Alex sits up. “Come here,” he whispers back.I walk over to the couch and sit on the spot Alex vacated when he sat up.I keep my voice low so no one can hear me. “Are you okay now?”“I do feel better. I don’t know what that was about.”“I heard Ryan,” I admit. It’s time to stop ignoring the topic. “It isss Rita? Your mate?”Now, this question is two-fold because I already know it’
It felt like it took forever to fall asleep, but I don’t know that I’ve ever slept so well! I dreamed of Alex. I don’t remember much other than that, except that we weren’t here, he wasn’t a werewolf, and we were happy.I slept with him behind me all night, wrapped around me like a security blanket, and it was wonderful.Now I’m awake before him. I roll onto my back so I can admire him. He is still sound asleep, and his face is angelic. No hint of beast or temper.No hint of pain, either.A sound down the hall startles me and catches my attention. I don’t want anyone to know I slept on the couch with Alex, so I gently slip off, careful not to wake him, and with great caution and finesse soundlessly make my way back down the hall to my room.Only I know everyone probably heard me, and when I close the door, I stand on the inside for a moment, my ear against it, listening for anyone else. It would be great to have werewolf hearing, I think to myself. It really sucks that I’m the only on
Alex offers to help me clean up the kitchen while Ryan packs supplies.Rita’s leg is a lot better. She also offers to help, but Alex tells her to rest, his excuse being that he hopes we can go back to the Ayzena base in the next day or two, and that he needs her at full strength if this issue isn’t resolved.“I want to come with you,” Rita argues. “I deserve the right to kill some rogue scum.”“You’ll get your chance,” Alex assures her. “Just not today. For all we know, this will be a bust and we’ll come back empty handed.”Rita reluctantly agrees and reclines on the couch, elevating her leg.With a little privacy, I get nosey. “Doooyyou. Think. You’ll find them?”Alex keeps his hands busy and his eyes on his task. “I think we’ll find them today.”“Really?” I ask, my hands emersed in hot, sudsy water.“They were close enough to find you, which either means their base is close by or they have scouts watching the woods. My money is on a nearby base.”“Be careful,” I say, my voice cracki
While Alex is resting, Rita asks me to walk with her to exercise her leg. I know it is already healed, and assume it is because she anticipates needing to run on it soon.As long as we can get Alex up and moving; she may be better, but now he’s sick.Others are milling around the pack. I haven’t met anyone else yet, and they’re all curious about me. I catch glances and stares but try to ignore them. After all, I’ve been getting unwanted attention my whole life.Rita waits for a few moments before speaking. “They all want to know why you’re here.”“Me too.”Rita’s gaze is fixed straight ahead, but she can sense my trepidation. “You’re here because Alex put you in danger. It’s as simple as that.”I don’t reply. I don’t know what to say—and I think I may start crying, I’m just so overwhelmed.“Alex cares for you deeply—he doesn’t exactly hide it.”All I can think to say is, “Sssorry.”“Why? It’s not your fault. We can’t help who we love.”So, she knows??? ‘But you and Alex…”“Don’t want
Ryan is sleeping when we return. I take the opportunity to spend some time alone writing in my room. I think a good way to work all of this out is to write about it. I miss drama, so I decide to turn the events into a script.I write until I fall asleep and dream about rogue werewolves and dangerous attacks. In my dream, Alex is in trouble, and I can’t get to him. I wake up during this dream…and decide not to take it as a sign.I hear voices down the hall, and I emerge to find Alex putting on his socks and shoes. Ryan is already geared up and waiting in the chair by the couch, the same backpacks from this morning at his feet.“You leaving?” I ask.“I was going to come get you before we left—to say goodbye.”I fold my arms and lean against the wall. “That’sss it? Goodbye?”“Well…I mean…we’ll be back.”I walk back down the hall. We haven’t talked since he came back this morning, and I’m worried about him. There are so many things I want to ask him: like does he know what happened to him
We shift and make our way northwest toward the mountain. We figure that’s our best bet at finding the encampment, base…whatever it is. If we don’t find anything there, we can work our way back going east.Worst come to worst, we make it home, regroup, and try again tomorrow, but I’m not leaving until we find them. For Michael. For Cynthia.Since we’ve been gone, my body has recovered. Distance must play a part in that. Since Ryan and I can’t link, we can’t talk, and I have the opportunity to think about why I was sick.When I asked Ryan earlier, he said he didn’t know of anyone that could perform the ritual other than maybe an Elder. But who would have done that in my own pack?It could have been done before I left the Ayzena base by any one of the Elders. If it was one of them, my money would be on Owein. He was determined to use Cynthia as bait, and I may have been the only one standing in his way. Physically.But would he really do that to me? I would like to think all our Elders a
There are several bangs coming from the front of the house. “Rita?” I cry out before throwing my hand over my mouth.I hear the noise again, a violent Bang! Bang! Bang! on the front door.Then, a crash. It makes me jump, and all I can think is “Oh no… They’re here!”I jump off the bed and rush to my door to lock it, bracing a chair up against it. I know this won’t stop a werewolf, but if I’m lucky, that’s not what’s out there.Rita proves my instinct right when she pushes her way in, almost breaking the door in the process. She puts her finger up to her lips, apparently not realizing she doesn’t have to worry about me being quiet.She locks my door behind her, and I begin backing away toward the bed. As cross the room, I also become aware of our vulnerability due to the window.Thank God I closed it earlier!I peek through the curtains. All I see outside is darkness. When did it get dark out? I pull the curtains shut tight and back away to the center of the room, kneeling down in case
After the rogue is so badly damaged that it’s barely breathing, the werewolves shift back to their human form, including Rita.She helps me up as the others stand around the bloodied body of our attacker, their mouths and hands smeared with blood.A couple of them approach to check on me. I don’t know who they are; I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before—but they knew me. One of them, the one with a long beard and haunted eyes, stares at me.It’s unsettling. It reminds me of the way Alex’s mom stares at me. Like he’s looking for something in my face, or rather sees something hidden within it.“My name is Charles,” the one with the beard says, “and these are Oorna, Abner, and Meor. Abner and Meor were on guard tonight, out in the forest. They could smell the intruder and tracked him here.”Rita spits on the ground. Is it odd to think, in this moment, that this is unladylike?“Damn it!” she says. “He’s in rough shape and can’t turn.”She turns to Charles and asks, “Is there somewhere w