At least Maddie had a good reason to cry. When I've been hormonal, I've balled at so many silly things! The worst was when someone put a fork in the dishwasher in the wrong place. Remembering that still makes me laugh!
Inga POV - “That’s good, Jamie. Really good.” Connor praised; his smile far too bright for Inga’s liking. She scowled at him through the rear-view mirror, but his attention was fully on the rogue. He must’ve felt her glare, she was sure of it, but he didn’t so much as blink or glance in her direction. Inga’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, her knuckles white, her foot pressing down on the accelerator. However, neither of which cooled her souring mood. It was bad enough knowing the four of them were headed into enemy territory to start a war, and they’d be one slip up away from imprisonment, or worse, but to spend their last moments together sitting beside other wolves sucked. However, with Connor coaching the rogue on how to keep her expression neutral and intentions hidden, Inga was close to bailing on the mission all together. If the lives of so many wolves weren’t at stake, she might’ve done, just to see his face. “Erm, guys, perhaps this is a good place to stop.”
Inga POV - Goddess, she wished Connor was in the front of the car with her, but Inga knew that would be foolish. How could she drive onto Red Dawn’s territory claiming to be their ally if she was reaching for him for support. It was his own stupid fault. She had been fine only needing herself to get through the shitty situations life threw at her, but he had to come along and be sweet and kind and funny and strong and so fucking gorgeous. The same cocky grin that made her melt, could also become a simple smile that offered her nothing but understanding. He had promised her everything whereas she had barely managed to promise to try, yet he was happy with that. How could the same man who teased and flirted with her, been okay to just hold her all night. Connor had been right, that night on the couch had been the best sleep of her life. Well, until last night. She had never used someone’s chest as a pillow before and now she didn’t think she’d ever be able to sleep with anything
Inga POV - It had been hours since she had seen Connor. Hours since they had arrived at Red Dawn and he had been taken to his cell. Apart from Jamie returning to her side and confirming him and Lewis were locked up, she hadn’t heard anything about him since. The not knowing itched at her, stealing her attention, nagging at her thoughts when she needed to be focused. Despite being bound with silver, Inga’s role was far more dangerous than his. Where he was locked away waiting for his role to come, Inga had to keep her cover, plant false information and play to Red Dawn’s tune without raising suspicions. Unfortunately, that included joining Luna Eleanor, Daniel and the Alpha for dinner. Inga hadn’t packed for such an event, but Eleanor graciously offered her a dress to wear. The fabric was binding, black and stark against her skin, wrapping her from her neck to her knees. She felt like she was being squeezed from every angle. Not only was it a horrible dress, but it restricted her m
Connor POV - Despite their success in planting the false information to fool Luna Eleanor, Connor couldn’t help but grumble in his cell. It wasn’t the tender wounds still healing over his body, after Jacobs beat the crap out of him, or the burning silver in his system, that made his veins feel like lava. No, it was Daniel. The bastard had touched Inga. There was no way the touch was invited or wanted, and yet he had his hand on her throat, caressing below her lip. The cell had seemed small and uncomfortable before, but now it felt like a true prison. She was out there, somewhere in the packhouse, with that creep roaming around. Connor hated not knowing if his mate was safe. Maybe his focus should’ve been on his own survival given he had lost the feeling in his wrists many hours ago and felt like a year of fatigue was weighing him down, but he didn’t care about himself. Not with his mate among the enemy. His back was pressed tight to the cool stone wall. Lewis had told him it w
Connor POV - He was sure his heart stopped, freezing time for the span of a breath, as Inga tipped on the stairs. Her body shifted backward, falling with only the hard stairs to catch her. The silver blade in her shoulder caught the light as she became airborne. Its flash shot through Connor’s mind, jerking him back to his body, forcing a fresh dose of adrenaline through his system. He charged forward, reaching with desperate hands to catch her, to soften her fall, to protect her. He wasn’t sure if it was a miracle, or a divine gift from the Moon Goddess, but the moment he felt her back push against his fingertips, the panic eased, relief chased it away. He was allowed a breath, but the brief moment of calm was crushed as Inga crashed into him. Connor was off balance. His only goal had been to soften her fall, but he didn’t have time to catch her. Her weight pushed him back, forcing him to join her fall, but he wrapped his arms tight around her, curling into her, protecting he
Inga POV - Clawing at Lewis’ arms did nothing. The man was pure muscle and resilience, ignoring her cries for Connor, ignoring her curses, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. Against the Red Dawn warriors, she doubted she’d be much good anyway. Her body felt heavy, like her veins were filled with lead, every muscle protesting her orders. She couldn’t even lift the arm where Luna Eleanor had stabbed her. Even wiggling her fingers sent shooting pains all through her body. Inga had been stabbed before, most warriors had, but it felt different. Her energy, her strength, was sapped. It was like the blade was draining her. However, none of that mattered. Connor was her mate; she couldn’t leave him behind to face all those warriors alone. She had to try and help him. Again, Inga pounded on Lewis’ chest, each impact jarring her, but none of them made the Silver Night warrior even flinch. It was like she was a fly bumping against a window, the force hurting her and not even smearing his s
Inga POV - “Okay. Just stand back, there’s wounded in here.” Lewis raised his voice through the door, then waited, listening for the slow shuffle of feet. Inga listened too, trying to catch any small whispers of deceit among the crowd of Red Dawn warriors waiting for them. “We’re coming out.” The trio shared one final nod, before the Beta twisted the handle and the door swung open. Her stomach was in knots looking out at the wolves watching them, waiting, their eyes predatory. There were at least six; enough to block the corridor that stretched directly from the door towards the stairs, but Inga was certain there were others. She spotted the Red Dawn Alpha and Daniel standing behind their warriors, the leadership safe except for Luna Eleanor. She had the balls to stand at the front. Inga didn’t have to fake the way her face paled as she locked gazes with the Luna. The gleam in her eyes was malicious, her lips lifting as she took in Inga’s hunched form, leaning so far onto Jami
Inga POV - Inga didn’t so much as flinch when the door cracked hard enough against the wall that it dented the plaster. She didn’t blink when six wolves barrelled inside. She didn’t hesitate as one of the warriors felt gutsy and charged her before the others. She didn’t give him the chance to attack. He had asked for her attention; he had unknowingly drawn the short straw. She lunged. Her body protested as she forced it to shift, but it obeyed. The glare she pinned to the wolf as she moved towards him, made him freeze with the instinct of prey already caught by the predator. It was his lack of discipline to refine his reflexes that was his downfall. The warrior didn’t so much as jerk as her jaws latched onto his arm, her canines digging deep into his flesh. The familiar warm, metallic, taste of blood pooled on her tongue, a wave of feral victory washing through her. With no time to bask in its glow, she twisted her head until she heard the bone snap, before letting the wolf go and re