Okay, so, blood in the next chapter. LOL Tomorrows chapter is already being written so maybe I'll drop it early. ;)
“How the ever living fuck did she get past you?” Ian growls at his scouts. They look at each other before dropping their heads in shame. “Alpha, it’s like she just vanished.” One woman says. “Truly. One moment she was exiting the shack and the next she was gone. She is stealthy.”He sneers at her, taking four menacing steps into her until he has her backed into a tree.“Veronica, Veronica, Veronica. If I wanted fucking excuses, I WOULD HAVE ASKED FOR FUCKING EXCUSES!” He slams his hand into the trunk next to her cheek as she cowers away from him. “Y-yes alpha.” She says, swallowing a lump in her throat as I watch from the coverage of the trees down the row.What Ian doesn’t realize is that I’ve been on his tail for most of the night. Going where they search after the search it, sticking close enough that I can see and hear what I need. If they don’t find me before the apex of the moon, Ian misses his chance for the month. It’s been rather amusing watching him lose his shit with each
*Onyx POV*My veins feel as if liquid nitrogen is weaving a painful icy trail through them, leaving in its wake a sting that bleeds into an insatiable itch. The wolfsbane may leave my body, but it still hurts like a bitch. Georgie have had a change of heart, but it wasn’t until I was thoroughly fucking damaged.I close my eyes, resting my head on the rough bark of the tree behind me. Everything feels wrong. My head, my body, this whole fucked up situation. Even my skin, no, especially my skin, as I grate my skull against the tree bark, looking for it to ease the itch that seems to come in waves. “You look like shit,” Anna mutters, finally waking up after a long Power Nap we arrived on this fucking border, just as the moon was peeking out. “You don’t look any better,” I chuckle, but wince when it feels like flames are inhabiting my chest.“We have to wait,” Tic says, trying to reason with Ty, who is being…well…unreasonable. Not that I blame Ty. In fact, I agree with him right now. T
I am leaping off the cliff within seconds of learning back up is close by. I tuck and roll out of my premeditated fall, landing with a grunt as I hit the ground roughly. To use my wolf right now would only exhaust my strength and wear him out. If I time it right, I can lean on him when I run out of energy and allow him to take control, finishing whatever I need finished. To use him too early is a risk, and I can’t afford those. Not with her on the line.The second I am up and standing, hands are reaching for me. A quick jump to the side helps me evade their grasp with ease and provides me with an opening. I slam my arm down over theirs and reach out with my other hand gripping the nape of their neck.Another warrior comes at me from the side, and to provide myself some space, I sink my claws into the back of the first warrior’s neck. I swing him around like a human mace, using his body to get myself some space. He howls in pain, his comrades trying to duck and avoid him the best they
*Tilly POV* It feels like a dream, a very vivid, cold and painful dream. Onyx is here, clinging to me like a lovesick mate, and my mom is cradling me. Her usually cold eyes hold so much pain and regret as she sobs. Her touches are tender, gently smoothing my hair or cupping my cheeks. It’s not until she kisses my forehead that I realize I’m dead. No way in any world would my mother, the woman whose cold shoulder being turned brought me more pain than any of the things Ian did to my body, would cling to me like this. This woman had access to my heart, my innocent soul, and she never even tried to nurture them. So this woman, the one holding me and crying over my broken body…there is no way she is the same Greta I know. It’s just not possible. “Tilly…” I hear his voice as my eyes close, waiting for the next step in the dying process. Does the Goddess come to me or do I go to her for my judgment? A large hand strokes my cheek, tracing down the curve of my jaw, tilting my chin up and
Onyx gives my hand a gentle squeeze as he pinches his brow, squinting his eyes, trying to blink the exhaustion away. This is all far from over. In fact, shit is more complicated even with Ian in our hands. Onyx swears he can sense eyes on us watching as we set up camp just outside the border so that I can heal away from all the corpses of the pack that is supposed to be mine. “You could accept the pack, as the Alpha…” He offers and I frown at him. “I don’t want to.” I admit. “The old ways here are so complex and random and barbaric…what if there is no way for me to get out of being the Alpha after I accept? Where would that leave us?”My heart pinches, knowing what his answer will be. I know he would leave his pack for in an instant. Onyx has the luxury of having two good and capable step-ins if needed. And with no real ‘law’ to prohibit Tic from becoming Alpha, it wouldn’t be a terribly difficult transition. But…it is his birthright, his pack, his family name…all given up and away
“Gone?” I screech. My wrists protest as I fling myself upright. “What do you mean, he is gone? How? Where!”Panic rumbles through, clinging to every fiber of my tattered sanity as my chest burns and sweat dots my brow. My vision tunnels out and all I can see is the blood under my feet, as if I am hanging again. We won. I thought it was over, that we had him and we would dispose of him. It doesn’t make any sense. My eyes search for Anna, seeking confirmation that I’m here. I’m safe. But All I find is her and the startling truth that I have to be strong for her right now. She looks just as lost and scared as I feel. “I don’t know!” She grits out, putting her hands on her head like she is trying to catch her breath. She snaps her gaze to meet mine and her face falls, watching me heave my chest up and down, trying to calm myself. “I won’t let him get near you, okay?” She rushes over to me, but I know the shit he did to her, the reality of it still ever present on her bruised face. Anna
I move as fast as my pain allows me, trying to close the distance between us. Beckham’s eyes remain on me, trying to calm himself as he goes through routine breathing exercises. He just killed someone, and for someone so young, so genuinely kind…it’s not something to take lightly. We are werewolves, yes, sometimes feral, often borderline barbaric, but that doesn’t make taking a life any easier. Especially for someone who has not yet shifted. Someone innocent, someone like Beckham. “Are you okay?” I ask him, reaching out to place my hand on his shoulder before taking a seat beside him. Beckham shrugs. Then shakes his head no, and then he covers his face and sobs some more. “I don’t know.” His voice is hoarse, like he has been screaming and yet he sounds so small. I still see in him the little guy who I would have tickle wars with, whose face I would wipe clean after sneaking chocolate ice cream in the middle of the night. “You will be,” I assure him.“He deserved it.” He mutters as
*Onyx POV*We are all on edge, as we should be, considering where we are, but if what Tilly and Anna have told me is true, I think they are trustworthy. Not to mention Tilly is now this pack’s only hope of survival. To attack her or anyone she wishes to protect is death to the pack with no redemption. And it’s their own dumb rules that tied their hands like this.The boy leading us to our room stops for a minute and then turns toward Tilly. She clings to me, her pain seeping through the mate bond, notifying me she has once again done too much too soon. She should have just let me carry her the entire way. “If you need anything, just stick your head out and holler. I’ve already put clean towels and linens out. Audra, the she-wolf attending to you will be by with some clothing that fits.” He then gives a curt bow and walks off. “Well, that was interesting…” Tilly says, then her tired gray eyes look up at me. “Do we have servants like this in our pack?”My heart swells at her words. Ou