I sat in the office, watching Jackson at his best. This was a true Alpha in his element. He was organising, and while I knew he was terrified for our mate, he did not let it effect the way he worked. He was focused and he was determined. He worked so detailed, with a clear mission in sight… Speaking to each pack Alpha in our region in turn, chatting to each one like they were a friend. Knowing details of their family and their pack. He was good. I know the routine, having been an Alpha myself, but I don’t think I ever made that much effort, other than remembering their names. Jackson, however had a page within in his notebook giving him information about each Alpha, their families and their pack, all of which he used when he spoke to them. So when they spoke to him it seemed he genuinely knew them and cared about their well-being. Had I not known of his notebook method I would never have questioned his genuineness, and I highly doubt that those chatting to him had either.
The last few days have passed uneventfully, as you would expect them to when you have done little else but sitting in the bedroom provided to you. This was not what I had imagined, and it was not what I was wanting either. But had I not agreed to stay, I feared Blake would have held me a prisoner, potentially in a cell and that scared me more. While this scenario I was currently in still felt like being a prisoner in so many ways, at least he treated me with some level of basic kindness and he gave me a little freedom, so, for that I had to be grateful. But, regardless of that, I felt like I was finally falling apart and did not know how to fix it. I had barely seen Blake, other than at mealtimes, and the evening, where he would sit with me to watch TV. And that consisted of a boring documentary of military history, of what war it was I could not tell you, as I switched off. History is not really something I found interesting, but evidently, it was something Blake found h
The heavy weight of the door leans against my arm, as the time seems to be dragging. I am sure Evelyn is trying to irritate me. She is certainly taking her time. “Well come on Evelyn” I urged her, she seems to be taking her time as she dawdles re-braiding her hair for the second, maybe even the third time, as I wait for her by the doorway. For a woman who spends the greater portion of her time sitting in this room you would think both her and her wolf would be in more of a hurry to get out into the fresh air. Training was a necessity for us all as werewolves. Of that there was no doubt. And I was desperate to see what strength lay beneath the beautiful surface of this glorious she-wolf. Because, if this vision of my pack seer was to be believed, and I had no reason to not believe her, she had never failed me yet, this she-wolf was rare. Holding a strength to change our region. And that was exactly what I hoped to do – change our region beyond imagination. M
I have little choice but to follow Blake to the training field. I could sense his frustration in the fact I had delayed for as long as I could. He was clearly not a man who liked to be kept waiting. Though in truth, was any man? This man by my side, however was a man I was learning, and quickly was a man who struggling to control the temper burning within him. He may be trying to prove to me that he could be a wonderful and amiable mate for me, but there were times when his darker side slipped out. And, there was no lying, it terrified me. The darkness that laid within this man was something else… “So, you did training I assume at your pack?” Blake asked me eagerly. I sighed, I did not want this, but knew of no way to get out now. I nod. “Of course, all wolves had to train.” I explain. I believed that was expected of all werewolves in all packs, that they partake in regular training; both in and out of wolf form. The depth and regularity of the training was
Orla retreated from Blake at his words. ‘This man not right. He attack us. We fight back. Alpha or no Alpha.’ She informs me, and I think I have to say I agree. Yes, my initial reaction when Orla was rippling beneath my skin had been to push her back because we are trained to believe we do not attack or show disrespect to an Alpha, and I feared with the way Blake acted he may see us biting him as disrespect, but now having seen how this had all occurred, Orla is correct. He had attacked us and this was a training session. We had every reason to defend ourselves. Orla positioned herself in almost a pouncing stance, snarling at Blake. She was beyond furious, and I could feel the fear but anger emanating from every pore of her body. I could feel the connection we shared. But the fact it was emanating from her likely meant Blake could sense it too. “Quite an angry little thing is she not?” he sneered. Without the capability to mindlink I could not commun
Things were coming together. We had a strong plan. Thirteen out of the seventeen packs in the region were willing to back up our plan too. The possibility of the end to this war was too enticing to not want to help. They wanted to help however they could. And, amazingly, I had the support of two larger packs on the outskirts of our region if it was needed. They were unsettled by the constant conflict in their neighbouring region, and it had affected their businesses, plus we had long been their allies, and enemies to Night Shade, so they were more than willing to join in our defensive attack against Night Shade Pack once I explained the plan, and the reasoning behind our attack. Saying they would be there if we were needing additional assistance. I was feeling hopeful that we had the strength and power we would need now to bring them down... The Gammas of all the packs involved were regularly meeting discreetly in various locations in different towns across the region so as
I sat in my room, my whole body trembling, though whether it was in fear or anger, I was unsure. I did not want to think about how Blake would react to me when he saw me next. The training clearly had not gone to plan. The strength he had been so desperate to see on display had been severely lacking. Exactly the way I knew it would be. He was going to be angry, of that there was no doubt. His plan had failed. I was not what I had hoped I would be... He would be angry because Orla had shifted and attacked him, though, she had every reason to when he had attacked us first. She had gone to defend herself. Exactly how we were trained to. So why he would think she would do anything different I do not know. All because he was an Alpha? I don’t think so. He was not my Alpha… And, angry because the strength he wants to witness he had yet to catch a glimpse of. Well, I had news for him, I had yet to catch a glimpse of it too! Though, it may be better I do not share that info
I wandered through the quiet paths of the pack. Everyone was likely at their workplaces or in their homes. Though why they would not be out enjoying the sunshine I did not know. It was the middle of the day, so I knew many of our pack children would be in school, so that would be why they were not out enjoying the sun. No doubt in another hour or so once school finished the pack would be busier as the children enjoyed their time outside with their friends before the end of the day like they so often did. ‘Warrior Team change over.” A mindlink came through which was likely for myself, Jackson and Ryder, the warriors sent a general link out as they came back into pack to let us know of any relevant information to make us all aware. ‘Nothing of interest. Night Shade quiet as per usual. Although Alpha Blake exited for three hours. He was monitored, only went to local town and returned. No