*Tilly POV*My fingers ache from where I’ve nearly chewed through what I can of my nails. My leg nervously bouncing as I stare off into the sea of darkness before us. Night fell hard, a storm in the distance rumbling through the trees and the clouds hiding the light from the moon. Even nature is working against us and every second I’m away from Anna, knowing she is in danger, is another second I inch closer to insanity. It’s a strange bond between her and I. It’s something we both admit, but maybe that’s part of us both being Alpha’s? There are secrets surrounding alpha bloodlines. Things like not being able to reject an alpha, not something I was aware of and I’m rather well read. But I suppose secrets are there as an added layer of protection. Alphas are the strongest of our kind. Well, I guess not in my case, but I’m sure there are always exceptions to some rules. “You should sleep.” Onyx says, startling me from behind. I choose to ignore him, pretending my heart isn’t in my thro
“I need to scout things out.” I repeat to both onyx and Ty, who look at me like I’m speaking a foreign language. “You know…like sneak around and spy a little…”“No.” Ty says with a half laugh as he looks at Onyx, who says nothing. His eyes remain focused on me, waiting to see if I might burst into dance and song or something. “Someone needs to, and I’m the best option.” I reiterate. “Listen, just two days ago you guys were both all ‘Yay Tilly has a plan’ and now I’m getting the stink eye from tall, broody and handsome and a quick nope from Mr. Buzz kill.” I cross my arms over my chest, tapping my foot impatiently. It’s getting tiring waiting for approval from two stubborn men. Though Onyx has been more apt to give into my demands. I’m not sure it’s coming from a place of trust, maybe more of a ‘I’m trying hard to support you’ stand point. But both benefit me. Usually. “I’ll do it.” Ty offers. Onyx seems to wake from his stupor as he looks to his side and snorts at Ty. “You and wha
It felt like an eternity to get to this moment, the moment where the fire has died down enough that they need to send someone out for more wood. I watch as Bentley reaches for the last piece and tosses it on. He glances to the spot and sighs heavily before walking over to one of his group and slapping him upside the head. “I told you to gather more wood.” He hisses. The guy startles and rubs his head.“And I told you I brought all I could carry.” He retorts.“I swear on my life, Evan, if you don’t get your ass up.”“You’ll what?” Evan scoffs and slumps back down. “You have no rank here, pack wolf, so why don’t you pull the stick out of your ass and keep the fire going with that, yeah?”“I’m not a pack wolf.” Bently growls.“Yeah, well, you seem high and mighty like one.” Another rogue says to the right. “We agreed I would be in charge of this excursion.” Bentley says, annoyed. “Yeah, and we can agree to change that at any minute. Two of us, one of you.”“I vote for a change in lead
I swoop in for another hit, but Bentley swipes his other leg around, taking my feet out from under me. It forces a grunt from my lips as I land on my back, gasping for air. My vision waivers and panic colors my mind again. I trained to fight blind. Shit, I used that training against Evan, but Evan wasn’t even close to the warrior that Bentley is. Breaking his leg was sheer luck on my part and it’s feeling like that luck may be running out. I suck in as much air as I can before rolling away from him and forcing myself up, carefully avoiding my injured arm. Bentley stands only ten feet away, his eyes wild with bloodlust. Onyx told us that training and an actual fight are very different, that we should be prepared to do whatever it takes to live. For me, that means playing smart and maybe a little unfair. But with life or death, is there really ever an ‘unfair’ way to survive? Bentley lunges for me, a clumsy attack as he stumbles and I easily evade him. In his desperation, he comes aga
*Onyx POV*I don’t think my heart rate will ever slow down after watching Tilly fight Bentley. I could have saved her, thrown the asshole off and ripped his throat out, but it wasn’t just a fight for Tilly. This was proof that when it comes down to it, she is capable and she needs to know it.Shit, I needed to know it, too. It doesn’t mean that I wasn’t ready to jump in, because I was. Tilly wouldn’t have lost, but I won’t ever let her know that. Her victory means so much more if she feels like she was alone.With every step, the top of my hand touches hers, my fingers craving her touch and for some reason, she allows me this. Maybe because she needs it as much as I do. I meant what I said. I know now I can’t force Tilly into accepting me. She is easily the most stubborn person I have ever met, probably why she would be so perfect for someone like me. So many expect lunas to stay silent, play a role where they stand by their alpha’s side and lead together, never questioning each othe
*Anna POV*Alpha Ian keeps shooting me strange glances in the rearview mirror. It’s like he has something to say to me, but just can’t quite bring himself to say it. Maybe it’s because we are finally hitting his family’s pack land, or maybe he is finally catching on to my little secret. A small part of me hopes he tries to question me to see if I’m Tilly. There is not a doubt in my mind that I would pass any test given concerning her.“You going to ask me a question or just keep staring at me?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. Ian narrows his eyes.“Tell me about your mother…”I shrug. “She is a badass warrior, the head trainer, now with Harold.”He quirks a brow and I internally shrink. I probably shouldn’t have called him Harold, but dad. “Harold? You mean your dad?” “How do you know who Harold is to me?” Ian shrugs. “I know things. I’ve done my research on you.”Clearly not very much if he thinks I’m her. Certainly, if he had dug hard enough, he would have found a photo or
*Tilly POV* “Are you okay?” Ty asks. I only nod in affirmation. Physically, I’m a little messed up. Okay, a little more than a little, but my alpha blood is working overtime to heal me faster. “She will heal.” Onyx says, sliding a glance in my direction as he stomps out the remaining fire coals with his boots. I roll my eyes and scoff. “Good to know that the mate bond is still going strong on your end.” I mutter, feeling a little miffed he doesn’t seem worried. Onyx tilts his head and turns to face me, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he saunters closer. “What was that, Til? I couldn’t hear what you said,” he asks in a husky voice. I gulp and rub my sore arm. This liar heard every word. “Nothing.” I mutter, trying not to be hypnotized by the look in his eyes, but damn it, I can’t bring myself to look away. “I would very much love to sweep you off your feet and kiss every bump and bruise to make it better, Tilly.” He stops in front of me, leaving my cheeks red as he reaches
*Anna POV*Three days. Three days of sitting in this dark, dirty hole and receiving nothing but moldy meat that smells worse than it looks. Ian hasn’t shown up once since instructing the men to put me out of sight. I have, however, had one regular visitor several times a day. The woman who I am almost certain is Tilly’s grandma. She hasn’t told me that’s who she is. In fact, she hasn’t said a damn thing. But I can see a small resemblance to my best friend and it’s oddly comforting.The door in the distance creaks on its rusty hinges and I wait for the onslaught of light that they like to drench me in randomly, just to hurt my eyes. I sigh in relief when I hear the distinct hobble of the elderly woman as she comes closer with her little reading light and stool in hand. When she stops in front of me, she huffs out a heavy sigh and sets down her things before approaching the bars and staring at me.“I know your granddaughter.” I say. My voice is hoarse and painful courtesy of the silver