“I’ve already told you, I don’t want it.” I growl in frustration at my uncle.
“Gabe, your dad worked really hard to build relationships with the locals, and he would want you to continue his work.” He says. “Listen, I get that you felt like you had to step away from all of it. You didn’t have it easy with the crazy shit that happened to your parents but this is your home. Your rightful place is as Alpha of this pack." my uncle has been trying to keep the pack together hoping that I will take his place as the Alpha. "Just do me a favor and think about it ok.”
He wasn’t wrong when he said crazy shit happened to my parents. My dad's death was just the final straw for me though. It all started with my mother. My wolf, Theo made his first appearance when I was 13. I was in the car with my mom driving home from school. That day was the day my dad, the next in line would officially take over as Alpha of our pack. There was to be a ceremony, and mom and I were running through my responsibilities for the evening. I hear a voice in my head tell me to brace myself.
“Brace myself for what mom” I ask. Puzzled, my mom looked at me and suddenly, a vision came to me. A little girl about 8 years old, with red hair, falling to the ground. She turned to face me regaining her balance on one knee. With her head still down, and her arms holding her abdomen, she raised her head in defiance. Eyes blue as the sky, I could see rage in them. The air around her seemed to implode into her, building and inhaling the energy around her until I could see an iridescent haze surrounding her like a halo.
In a fury, she thrusts her hands forward and I feel an invisible force rushing at me, then I feel myself being thrown back like I got in a shoving match with a Mack truck. The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital. My dad told me that my wolf came while my mom and I were driving causing her to veer of the road and into a tree. My mom died instantly, and I was thrown from the car. Several members from our pack were following close behind as was the custom for the family of the Alpha to have an entourage.
My uncle was the one that found my wolf laying in the grass near the car. The injuries that I sustained from being thrown from the car forced the shift back. I broke three ribs, both arms and cracked my skull. If I hadn’t shifted than my wolf wouldn’t have been there to heal me. So, it was a real catch 22, if he hadn’t come the accident might not have happened at all. Yet, he was the only reason I survived.
My mother was human. My dad loved her, passionately. Who wouldn’t? The woman was a saint. The love that they shared was different than what is expected of pack members. He rejected his mate; it was a huge controversy. My dad’s choice taught me that at the end of the day, we have a choice. Not everyone is blessed to have a soulmate, that perfect person chosen for them by some eternal being. Hell, some people have soulmates that are just terrible people.
My dad never recovered from her loss, when she died, all pack political ambitions died with her. His dad never forgave him for giving up his place as Alpha. Because I was so young, my dad made me swear that I wouldn’t show my wolf until I was of age. Typically, a wolf doesn’t appear until 18, but it has happened earlier in some cases. He feared that because of the circumstances surrounding the appearance of mine, the loss of my mom, my dad stepping down, he told me that he feared that I would be killed. With my mother being human, a lot of folks figured that I wouldn’t have a wolf at all, so it hasn’t been that difficult to keep Theo a secret.
I was 16 when they found my dad slumped against the tree that my mom had crashed into years before. No one has ever told me the details surrounding his death, according to the local sheriff’s office it is still under investigation. My grandfather told me it was suicide. I think that my grandfather had something to do with it.
“I’m not going to change my mind, I’m not interested.” I respond.
Exasperated, he dismisses me, and I leave without argument. I promised Sherry I would take a shift at the bar, and I have an hour before I have to be there. Situated on the remote end of a plot of land belonging to the pack for more than a century sits a large three-story contemporary mansion. The pack house is modern, and has all the bells and whistles, conference rooms, office space, 17 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, a fancy security system, full kitchen, the works.West of the house is a path that leads to the previous pack house. Its older, and doesn’t have a complete gym for training, but it does have running water and electricity. It was my home, the only place I ever knew, and it’s where my mother is still present. Everything in this house belonged to her. A three-bedroom farmhouse with a wrap around porch. My mom loved the country style of decor, and its functionality. She made everyone feel at home here,
I quickly get dressed and shove my knife in its sheath tucking it into my boot. I grab my keys and the jar that was left at my door before I walk out of my room, making my way to the lobby. The same young lady is at the desk, and she smiles brightly when she sees me walk in. “Is everything alright with your room?”, she asks. “It’s perfect Melissa” taking time to look at her name tag this time. “I do have a question though. I found this in my room. Maybe whoever was here before me forgot it, and was wondering where I can get some more?” I ask. “Oh, I’m not sure where that jar came from, but I do know where you can get some more. There is a guy out on the market road north of town that keeps bees. He sells it at the local grocery store.” She replies. “You know, it’s kind of a local tradition for a guy to give his sweetheart a jar of honey. Maybe you have a secret admirer.” “Well, that wou
It's a slow night at Sherry's. The last customers left about an hour ago and Joe has been huffing and puffing in the kitchen. He's taking extra care to make as much noise chopping extra prep items for tomorrow. By the smell of it we have enough onions to last the next month. I don’t know what has gotten into him lately, but it seems like he does everything he can to be obnoxious to get Sherry’s attention in an effort to go home. I’ve talked to her about switching him to days, but she says that the daytime cook is a single dad and doesn’t have anybody to watch his kids at night. Joe's usually pretty chipper till about nine o’clock. That’s when he turns into the grouch, we all know and love. The one that takes his time picking the strongest smelling onions to chop up loudly and throw pans in the storage area. Sherry walks out of the office and looks at me with a questioning look. I shrug my shoulders and go back to washing the beer mugs. It’s 11:30 when Sherry asks, “Ya’ll rea
I walk to the door and just as I am about to open it, it swings open and tall slender man steps out. I can feel his disappointment at the realization that I am headed inside. From the looks of it, and the smell of him he is likely the guy that works in the kitchen and is heading out. It doesn’t surprise me when he says, “honey, I hope you’re looking for liquid lunch cuz the kitchens closed.” I put on my warmest smile, he has kind eyes, and I don’t want to keep him from whoever he is trying to get home to. I can feel the devotion and love radiating from him, and I know that he cherishes them.Before I have a chance to reassure him, I step inside the door and freeze. As soon as I see him, I know that Lily was not bullshitting me. He stands up and faces me. He is tall, taller than me, a lot taller than me. I’m six feet tall and he has to be about 6’7”. His long golde
I want her. Badly. I don’t just want a midnight romp though. I never want to have a day that I don’t see her beautiful face. I want to know what it is about her that makes people feel at ease when she is around. The minute she walked in that door everything changed. Not only for me, she is my mate, so that is a given. I suppose part of me knows that there is a tether between us that I won’t be able to resist, but Joe leaving the kitchen when someone has come in. He wouldn’t normally do that. He prides himself of his work ethic. Not a big deal though. We all have our off days, so I didn’t think anything of it. Sherry leaving me to close the bar without her I didn’t see coming, but the real kicker was Frank and Josh. Those two crotchety old bastards don’t care about anything but their lawn, their wallets and closing Sherry’s Bar. For one, they are frequent customers here and they know the price of a beer. They wouldn’t fall for what she pulled with the daytime bar tender L
“It wasn’t your fault, you know that right”, I say to him feeling his sadness, mixed with guilt. I can feel his hurt and I want to take it away. I can, but that would never truly heal him. It would all come rushing back out of nowhere. A memory, something familiar that reminds him of the thing causing him pain will have it all come rushing back with a fury. It would be worse, cruel even. He lowers me back down so that I am standing in front of him.Worried that I stepped over a boundary I look up to him searching his eyes for what I should do. I open a boundary just a little bit to see if I can get a hint of what he is feeling. Maybe I can do some damage control, and salvage this, whatever this is. He raises his hand to the back of his neck and forces a smile. I can tell whatever it is, it’s a sensitive subject. “I’m sorry,” I tell him “That was probably int
Driving around waiting for the pull, I feel around in my head for Lily but she still hasn’t returned with any news. It’s after noon so Gabe has been missing for almost twelve hours. Out of nowhere Lily pops into my head telling me to turn right; now. I slam on my brakes and almost miss the turn. The car behind me honking its horn in protest to my sudden diversion. “Lily, what did you find?” I ask her. “Nada from the guy that snatched him, but lucky for us Gabe knows where he is.” She tells me, explaining that she was able to contact a very pissed off inner wolf.“Ok, where is he?” I ask. “There is an old barn about a mile up on the left. He’s in there” she tells me “But Hannah, I think you should call the deputy, these people are dangerous” she warns me. “How many are there?” I ask her. “Two, but Hannah,
I hear a strangled howl from below the floor under Jeff. Looking at me they both make a move to grab me. Dodging Jeff and snatching the other guy’s wrist I twist him around and shove his face into the grill of the tractor. His head making a sickening thud and he falls to the ground down for the count. That was too easy. I turn to face Jeff and he is on me before I can dodge him again. He tackles me to the floor and lands on top of me. He stinks, like halitosis and mildew. He maneuvers his legs so he is straddling me and grabs my neck with both hands choking me. I use my arms, thrusting them up between his breaking his choke hold on me and knocking him off balance. I am able to jump up before he has time to recover and kick him in the face as hard as I can. Twice.With them both out cold I reach down and remove the laces from my boots, and hog tie them both. Fucking animals, serves them right.&