sorry this week's update was so late! I'll have another this weekend.
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “So some people just hang out in their wolf form like all the time,” I ask, still trying to understand. I watch as people just casually walk around with wolves. Some pet them, some just go about their day like it's no big deal. Some wolves just sun bathe like a human would. Weird. “Yeah, it’s liberating like nothing else. It’s an itch you have to scratch. You share a mind and a body but when one is in its natural state, the other has to take a back seat. It’s only right to share the time. People who live in cities, that don’t want to be part of a pack… Well we don’t have a high opinion of them and vice versa. You have to let you wolf out. It's cruel not to,” William explains. I tap my lips absentmindedly, still not able to wrap my head around it. Dex sits a few feet away from me, roasting some meat over the fire. They wanted me to watch them hunt but there was absolutely nothing about it that seemed appealing. I’ll gladly starve and wait for my dinner to
~Dex’s Point of View~ *We need to pounce!! We need to get her to fall in love with us all over again! Then my little shy vixen Laney will come back,* Kent says, wagging his tail with pure excitement. I sigh and run my hand through my hair as I watch Dakota talking to some female about where we’re going to sleep. It was all we could do to convince Harley to stay the night. But we’re all running on fumes and I’m ashamed to admit I don’t know how to drive. It doesn’t exactly look hard, but I just have no experience with it and neither do Mitch and William. Harley was able to get through to someone at Dakota’s pack on the phone. They confirmed everyone there is well and they haven’t been invaded. They also verified some of his family was there so I think he’s calmed a bit. For now, anyhow. I have no doubts that the great King Micah will hold her and likely me responsible for Caspian’s death. He’s not going to let it go. My fingers practically twitch with the raw need to touch Dakota
~Dakota’s Point of View~ His kisses are too soft and gentle, but I need them to be more aggressive. Maybe I’m just too impatient. But this is my first … well anything. Atlas kissed me, but I just stayed frozen unsure what to do. More like because I didn’t want him touching me. He didn’t even seem to notice. That’s it though, I’m never thinking of him again, I can’t. Dex’s weight is heavy on me, but I love it. So much so that when I wrap my legs around his waist, he quickly tries to pull himself away. I only tighten my grip, feeling just how strong my thighs are. He groans as I feel this heavy erection hit just above where I need it. My body feels so alive, but just on the edge. I need him to push me over it. Whatever happens I’m on the Dex train and that isn’t going to change. I try to shift, but I can’t move much with his weight. Even though I don’t remember any intimate experiences, I somehow seem to have a total understanding of what needs to happen. What I am certain I will mak
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “This is certainly not how I wanted the night to go,” I grimace. I lay absolutely still on my side, as Dex licks -- yes LICKS my butt cheek. I try to find a way to enjoy it but I’m just not sure it's possible. At least it's right in the fat part… I guess. “Me either but here we are. I knew right away every moment with you would be an adventure but you just keep on making crazy turns. If you want to call it that,” he says, as he laughs. I wince when he blows cool air on my wound, though it does feel good. “Shifters have healing properties in their blood and saliva. I’ve had to clean up some of my sisters while they were still wolf-less. I promise you it isn’t weird,” he says, blowing once more. My eyes go as wide as possible. Sure, not weird AT ALL. “I guess I totally killed the mood,” I say, annoyed. He slaps his hand on my leg, then kisses it. “We weren’t going all the way, Dakota. It isn’t safe. If this hurts, imagine a gash in your neck. No to ment
~Dex’s Point of View~ *Get ready,* I warn Kent. She only had so much time to tell me very little, but the old Dakota knew to tread very carefully around Harley because of how close their packs were. This Dakota however, doesn’t care about that. She can’t understand it and it’s not her fault. This Dakota knows she was almost forced into a marriage she didn’t want, and she’s not about to let it happen again. I love more than anything that her strength shines through. She knows her mind even when she doesn’t. Dakota won’t be a prop for some male. So when I see the veins in his face and neck practically popping through his skin I know he’s lost control of his wolf and Kent is already pushing through me in response. When a wolf is provoked, and his animal feels wronged, threatened… there’s nothing the human can do. The wolf has to fight the threat. And after all, isn’t that what us Alphas were all trained to do? But I have no real interest in hurting or killing Harley. He’s nothing
~Dakota’s Point of View~Why can’t things look familiar? I should know this, right?The entire ride home… or to my “pack”… I’m practically jumping out of my skin. Quite literally. Nothing says, ‘hey family, I’m home’ like showing up with two random guys and no memory. Not to mention for the last hour I can’t sit still.“Is it nerves or does your skin actually itch,” Dex asks, putting his hand on my arm.I look down and see bright red marks on my arm and shudder. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it. My skin flares in response and suddenly all I can think about is a freezing cold bath.“It hurts, I…” I trail off, as Dex rubs his nose against my cheek. I get a brief respite from his comfort before the feeling returns.“That’s Laney baby. She’s trying her best to push back through. With the full moon, the Goddess is calling her home,” he says, smiling with a nod.“The who,” I question, just as my leg demands a hefty scratching.I practically quiver with relief at the feeling of my nails
~Harley’s Point of View~It’s all I can do to blink the tears away as I take in the ruins of my entire world. Everything my family busted their asses for, everything I wanted to be mine. It’s all gone. Just like that.The few buildings that still stand are ruined beyond repair, and now the insides are soaked in rain to boot. There’s no doubt it’s all covered in mold at this point. “There’s nothing here honey. I tried telling you,” my mom says. I swallow hard as I run my hand through my hair. Just as I come to the packhouse, my home for my entire life, a sob nearly escapes my mouth. It’s literally rubble. It was once a three story masterpiece added onto over the years by each Alpha as they grew the pack. So much history, so many memories.“What are the numbers? I hear there were deserters. Have they had the balls to come back,” I question. With their Alpha dead, they’re all rogues now anyhow.We all are. “Uhm, ohh I have it here,” mom says, fumbling through her bag.My little sister w
~Dex’s Point of View~*They just keep coming! What the hell,* Kent shouts, as we drop and dodge a wolf hurling at our head.*They’re pissed. But we have to try and find the King. I think he’d want to be here. He’d want to see Dakota’s pack burn,* I say.Kent keeps moving but his brain practically splits in two at my words and I don’t mean to distract him. Wolves don’t care much for our human troubles. They understand the pack life and protect it, since they are family. They take care of our family so we take care of theirs. But the royal hierarchy, it's just a bunch of made up stuff. It means nothing. Though Kent isn’t stupid, he knows what it symbolizes. Not only that, he knows how heavily King Micah would be protected so attacking him on our own isn’t wise.In the chaos, it's almost easy to lose who is Misty Glen and who is the enemy. It doesn’t help that I don’t know if there are those from other packs here either. I’ve already lost William somewhere.*I need water,* Kent shouts, a