RAGNAR“She doesn't remember us.Henderson's statement hangs in the air, giving voice to our thoughts with great speed. Very sore. But it's been aching from the second Henderson found her, from the second she looked at us like we were strangers and didn't grow up together. Mairin is so different from the last time I saw her, when she was almost twelve and my biggest crush since I realized girls were interesting. It was the same for all of us... until she disappeared.And then we all realized that we had everything with her, and without her, we were nothing.And she doesn't remember.In my mind, I see her on the sofa by the lighthouse, wearing a silk dress that isn't torn, stained with her blood and soaked from the sea. Blood and salt water couldn't hide her scent from me, nor how broken she was could hide how beautiful she was. Her long blonde hair, her bright green eyes that reminded me of the dark green trees in our old house, and her long legs caught my attention right away.She is
The sweet, wolf woman doesn't quite match the unfriendly way she just called me a dog, and I'm a little taken aback. She has curly red hair that is in two braids that fall down to her belly with small wolf barrettes tying them together. She's wearing a short black top, black leather pants that are very tight, and she really has a sweet face. On his back are two daggers, but I can only see the sharp points on either side of his head. The woman arches an eyebrow at me, her green eyes showing me that she's not the least bit sweet. This is exactly why I was taught not to judge a book by its cover.“Mai, this is Seraphim Fall, our lead beta wolf, and I'd say she's not that rude, but she is,” Ragnar introduces us.“What kind of name is Mai?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and placing her hands on her hips. "Actually, who is she and why is she here?""Since when do I have to tell you anything?"“Since the fact none of you could live without me, that's why,” she counters with a smile
Most disturbing of all, some of them still have blood on them, and have clearly never been cleaned, and the smell coming off them is metallic enough that my senses squirm with disgust. God knows what he's doing with his wolf senses. Silas goes straight to the other side where the dirtiest weapons are and pushes them aside. The loud clatter of them on the floor makes me jump until he grabs two long, thin swords from the back. He takes them by the wrists and comes back to me, gently tapping one against my chest, not caring if I drop it when I fumble to pick it up. The sword, although smaller than his, is much heavier than it looks. But it's clean of blood. A little bonus. Silas storms out, not waiting for me or looking back once.I grab the sword and carry it back to the main training room where he returned. Silas returns to the middle of the room, where he pauses and waits for me, curving his hand to beckon me to his side. The whole move is overly sarcastic, and I wonder if he's going
Phim walks into the kitchen and smiles as he places his hands on the curve ofyour hips. She's wearing a shiny black dress that couldn't be covered in glitter anymore if she wanted to.Her long red hair is wavy, falling to the middle of her back, possibly longer even than my hair, and she has weird markings around her eyes that make her look really pretty and bring out her eyes. Phim looks at me, taking in my casual jeans and black T-shirt, and rolls his eyes with a small sigh.“No, you can't go to the party wearing that. No one is going to pay attention to you, and everyone needs to pay attention to you, especially when you're living here. We need to make a stand tonight,” she says, crossing her arms. “You desperately need a friend, and I'm not the type to have friends, but I'm here.“I didn't ask for a friend, and you don't have to feel sorry for me,” I reply, looking at her a little confused.“Your problem, you're stuck with me now,” she replies, waving her hand. “You don't seem to
“Oh, the top of the mountain is where most of the adult parties are held. It's not far.As I ponder whether it's going to be cold at the top of the mountain, she practically drags me off the steps, down a path towards a staircase where several people are already climbing. Two men with dark brown hair walk behind a group of three women, all close to my age, and all equally beautiful. They look at us for a brief second before turning their heads and whispering to each other. When I look at her, Phim just rolls his eyes."Expect it for the rest of the night." This pack is so gossipy, I swear,” she laughs. “It's like a giant family when someone's new here, everyone has to know about them, even more so if they start living with the alphas like you did.I blush at the attention because I've never been the center of attention in a good way, and I have no idea how to accept or deal with it. Phim just smiles kindly at me as we climb the stairs to the top and step out into the cool night at th
“You're still as possessive and protective as if you've always been with her. Trust me, she's not interested in him,” he says. “And you going in there will scare her. Remember, she doesn't know us.“How could I forget? - growl.“She'll remember, or we'll tell you when the time is right,” Ragnar asserts, as if either of those things is going to happen. Her memoir comes with a can of worms none of us are ready to open.She would be better off a million miles away from us, but now that she's here, I couldn't let her go a million miles away again.Fuck the world.Fuck the gods.Mairin's place is here, with us, in our pack. In our house.Ragnar laughs as he walks away, leaving me hidden behind a rock in the shadows, where I stay for the rest of the night to watch Mairin. She talks to dozens of people, most of whom seem as enthralled by her as I am, and I hate it. I don't want to share it with anyone. Her smiles should be for me, her body should be for my eyes only, and my wolf fills my he
We reach the end of the hall where Trey leads me, one I never entered because I assumed it was just more rooms. There's a room at the very end of the hall with big wooden double doors and a staircase on the side, which I assume leads to the attic where the laundry room is and which I've yet to explore because the door is locked and the alphas think I need to rest before I go. do homework. I tiptoe to the door and press my ear against it, not wanting to interrupt the alphas but also wanting to hear what's going on. Trey does the same and smiles at me mischievously as I listen to some of the alphas' conversation.I'm pretty sure it's Ragnar who screams.“They were clearly here for her, and Ravensword made it clear that they will kill anyone in our pack to get to her. Four dead wolves, we cannot accept.“That's one problem, but there's another. I couldn't feel them. I couldn't hear them. It was in the garage the whole time and I didn't hear any intruders. It was like magic protected them
Trey walks away, and I let him, rubbing the back of his neck. I have no idea what to do other than scare the shit out of your schoolmates with a single look. Maybe you should ask Mai. She seems to have a connection with Trey, and it would come with the added bonus of spending more time with her. With my brilliant plan in mind, I pull out of the garage and make my way around the back of the house to the training room where I spend most of the day with Silas. Lucky damn.Not that he acts that way, but I know Silas has issues with revealing his feelings and opening up to anyone. Mai, despite being our past, is in some ways an outsider, and I understand your hesitation to trust her. Something changed after the wolf's attack. I don't know if it was him seeing her almost die or that she risked her life to save Trey or the fact that she's in danger right now. He lowered an inch from the guard surrounding him, and I can see that Mai is relieved by that.Maybe not with the intense training tha