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[Hyacinth] Blake looks tired. Not the tired of needing a bit more sleep or just waking up, but the bone tired of several nights without true rest mixed with heartache. "Cindy," she smiles as she recognizes me, her whole face brightening with relief, "Oh thank the goddess you are here!" And then she starts to cry. Rushing forward, I pull her into my arms. She holds me back, squeezing. I fight not to start crying myself, but fail as a tear rolls down my cheek. I am so happy to see her safe but upset seeing her so weak. Her pregnancy was already taxing her body, and now with whatever happened to her while I was gone, she is stuck in this bed for the remainder of it. I know it wasn't my fault that I was forced to leave, but it doesn't keep me from feeling like a terrible doctor and an even worse friend. Her husband should have been fleeing with her and their pup, not coming back to save me and mine. And yet she doesn't show the smallest sign of anger or jealousy. The only emotions
[Hyacinth]Adjusting the shotgun on her back, Lisa tells me to stay there while she checks on the door.Considering she feels a need to go to the door with a shotgun makes me want to come with her, but then I remember I am in no condition to fight anyone. My ability to heal and harm is practically useless now with my baby's life in the balance. I need rest. I need to heal. If I'm going to free Slate before he's stuck to my evil witch of a sister, chained to her with marriage and goddess knows what else, I need to listen to those around me who care enough to tell me the truth. I need to rest. As much as I hate to do so. It is in my nature as a mother, and now a Luna, to want to take care of those who are mine--and now the whole pack is mine. Thankfully, Lisa doesn't keep me waiting long. A few moments later she comes rushing in., her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Luna, come quick, you need to see this!"Carefully moving off of the hospital bed, I walk out into the lobby. Standing
[Hyacinth]"First we need to get Drew," Mariana speaks up. "Not just because he's my brother, but because he's one of the fastest Gibbons Wolves I have ever fought against and the only one who has ever kicked my ass," she smiles, proud of her brother."I've seen him in action," Beta Reed confirms, "And he's an Alpha. We need all the powerful wolves we can get on our side. Who knows how this will play out.""Agreed," Jeffrey also pipes in. "I trained that boy, his sister too," he gives Mariana an affectionate smile. "And I know what the Michaels kids can do, especially when you have them both together. "Silvers," Mariana reminds him, squeezing her wife's hand. "I'm a happily married wolf now. And we aren't kids, we are full-grown wolves, gramps." "Gramps?" I didn't notice the family resemblance until those words left her mouth. Seeing my confusion, he explains that since strong Moon Wolf powers pass down from generation to generation, and that our powers have been sought out by witc
[Hyacinth]The entrance to the tunnels was located behind a large community plaque in the basement that listed the names of all the donors who helped the hospital over the years with generous donations. The most recent name in bronze is "Alpha Slate Danvers" for his "continued contributions to the health of his pack" with the year right below. The name above his on the plaque is my grandfather, Aster Monrovia. I place my hand on the plaque, touching each name and silently thanking them both."Before today, this tunnel has been a secret passed down from Beta to Beta since the original was dug. Only a few Alphas or Lunas ever learned of this secret. What I'm about to show you, I need you all to swear to keep secret," Her gaze is intense as she makes eye contact with each of us. "It is vitally important that this stays within our pack, and that it isn't told to anyone who might use this knowledge for our harm."We all nod in agreement. Nobody wants to see our pack harmed more than it al
[Hyacinth] The light on the other side of the tunnel is not particularly bright, but it is such a stark contrast to the flashlight-illuminated dimness of the tunnels that our eyes need a moment to adjust. Our noses, however, do not. The scent of sweat, urine, blood, and death overwhelms us as we enter the jailhouse. It is evident from the smell alone that nobody has checked on these prisoners in quite some time. This means nobody will likely miss them either. If we are quick and careful, we may even succeed at breaking him out without anyone being the wiser. "It seems strange that they left Drew so unguarded," I muse. "You'd think they would keep a better eye on such a strong alpha." The packhouse jail is small, consisting of two simple hallways with 4 cells each. In the first hallway, the smell becomes obvious. I shield Bash's eyes so he doesn't see what is left of the humans turned into wolves for the sake of the witches' plans. Those same poor men who were sent to kill me
[Hyacinth]Gamma Cameron McCoy can be surprisingly convincing when he needs to be. He's attractive, charismatic, and intelligent. If anyone has a chance of tricking the witches, it's him. Or at least it should have been."Oh no, Mama," Bash is shaking. "The witches! The witches are coming."That is all the warning we received before we were tossed into chaos. The lights flicker out all at once as steps descend. "Cindy, get Bash out of here! Go!" Drew urges, but we stay, frozen in place. He's right, neither one of us has enough power to fight.Or so I thought. "You are bad witches," Bash starts to growl, his wolf speaking with him. "Bad, bad witches." The steps on the stairs stop. The next sound is of their bodies crashing to the ground and then slapping against the walls as their bodies twitch. Roderick quickly casts an illusion of normalcy, one that shows the cells as they should be, just as the next two witches come into view. The first two bodies, which are now foaming at the
I relax as I feel my son relax against me, transforming from the powerfully protective alpha to my little boy. "Okay Mama," he closes his eyes, nuzzling into the crook of my arm, releasing the witches and wolves under his power. "We can get the other ones later."The sound of bodies slamming against the floor slowly stops as each body affected by his powers grows still. Nobody says anything, not wanting to be the one to break the calm of the moment. What we all just witnessed is terrifying on so many levels. Bash's abilities are far more expansive than even I had known. I have never seen him control the minds of so many people at once. I've been with him his entire life and watched him grow and learn, and I had no idea he had this in him. I can only imagine how terrifying it must be to people who aren't his mother. I will always love him. He is my baby. But they have no reason to trust him. Because what they saw wasn't the act of a child. It was the act of a potential monster. Th
[Sebastian]The words, they are calling to me. "Come be a hero," they sing to the beat of drums. "It is your destiny. Join us." Mama is still sleeping. Baby sister is fluttering awake, but she is too small to follow the song. "Keep Mama safe," I tell her even though I know she can't understand me. She's still very little. "Let Mama sleep." My little sister wiggles even more in protest. Mama groans, feeling sick in her sleep."Stop it," I point a finger at Mama's belly. Little Sister is a bit of a brat. She doesn't listen to me. Maybe it would be better if I knew her name. Then I could command her to be good and she'd have no choice but to listen to her Alpha. Her wolf's name is Crystal. She is very tiny too but maybe she can make the baby be good.""Crystal make baby behave," I order quietly, using my alpha voice."Slate," Mama whines in her sleep. She thinks I am Papa. I give her a small kiss on her forehead like she does for me when I am having nightmares. Poor Mama, she is so ti