*Estelle* I should have spoken up about Isolde a week ago. If I had, Gabe wouldn't have sent me off with her to learn about the responsibilities of being a Luna. I'd wanted to protest, but Gabe was so preoccupied with the upcoming feast that I hadn't wanted to upset him. Things had been strange between us. I'd moved into his room, but it still felt like we barely saw each other. We were still arguing. Gabe was driving me crazy with his insistence on always knowing where I was and who I was with. I'd made an attempt to go out more, as Lucky insisted it would help me feel better and calm the pack's fears about me. It seemed to be working. People waved to me on the streets and I hadn't caught anyone whispering about me recently. As happy as my wolf was to have Gabe nearby, I was finding it difficult. I couldn't completely blame him for his concern. A few nights ago, one of the men on patrol was attacked. Thankfully, he only suffered minor injuries. It seemed the rogue was still p
*Estelle*I was right. He had called for me after, what I could only assume was, a very tense meeting with Charles, only he didn't look angry. He didn't look much of anything, truthfully."Explain to me why you hit Isolde yesterday," Gabe said, rubbing his temples like I was a child he was scolding for the hundredth time. "She said I couldn't be the Luna because I don't know what it means to be part of a family," I said bitterly. I was sitting in the parlor with Gabe. I couldn't look him in the eye. "You broke her nose." "I know," I said. I did not feel bad about hitting her, but I still shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have let her get under my skin and I certainly shouldn't have done it the day before the feast. Gabe and Val had put a lot of work into planning this party to introduce me to the pack and I ruined it by punching Isolde. "Charles is furious," he said. His expression was stony as he stared at me. I stood up and threw my hands in the air. "Then he sho
*Estelle* I managed to hold my tears back until I reached the house. Just when I thought things were getting better, Charles had to go and say something awful like that. It must have been his way of getting revenge for Isolde's broken nose. Part of me wished that I'd punched him too. When I reached the bedroom I lay on the bed and pulled the pillow tightly to my chest. It smelled like Gabe and it helped to calm me a little. I couldn't help but wonder what truth there was to Charles's words. Maybe my mother was a rogue and that's why there'd been no pack to support her when I was born. Or maybe there was something wrong with me? I'd spent most of my life worrying that I was insane; that there was some genetic mental illness lurking inside of me. Maybe it was true. "That bastard." Gabe's voice rumbled in the darkness. I was crying so hard I hadn't even heard him come in. Before I could sit up or try to hide my tears, he sat beside me. "He'll answer for these tears," he said a
*Estelle* The next morning I lay on my side, listening to the water pour out of the shower in the adjoining bathroom. I looked through the window down at the packmates beginning their daily routine when I saw Charles pass by. The water stopped running, and soon after, Gabe opened the door to begin getting dressed. Once again, he had to get an early start. I had no doubt that it was at least partly due to dealing with Charles's outburst from last night. I couldn't work out exactly why those two were a constant presence around Gabe. They seemed to feel entitled to his time and attention. "Why do you put up with Charles and Isolde?" I asked. At first, I thought that he wasn't going to answer me. I would have accepted that. It was a nosey question for me to ask. Gabe buttoned his shirt and sighed. "I owe them a debt," he said. He sat behind me and pulled me into his arms. I relaxed against his chest and held onto his hands. "My father was an Alpha too," he said softly. "O
*Val* I'd been out at the main checkpoint of our territory for hours already. The men had gone over every second of last night's patrol with me numerous times. No one noticed any odd scents or movements during the feast. It wasn't until morning that they discovered anything was off.We'd doubled the patrol since one of the guards was injured, so there shouldn't have been any gaps in security and no way for someone to sneak anywhere near our land. I couldn't make sense of what I was looking at. Blocking the trail we used to drive in and out of town, was a line of newly planted saplings. It would have taken time to plant them and it would have been loud. That wasn't the strangest part. Placed neatly beside the central tree was a large bouquet of white, five-petaled flowers wrapped in a silver, silky material. It looked like an offering of some kind. It was starting to feel like some kind of conspiracy was unfolding. I didn't want to entertain the idea that one of our own could
*Estelle* It had been a few days since the flowers had been discovered in the forest and things had been quiet, but tense since then. Charles and Isolde had been absent from the main house, which was strange to everyone that I'd mentioned it to. There had been no more odd occurrences around the border or incidents in the village. Everything was quiet. In the calm, Gabe hadn't had much to do. Because of that, we'd been spending a lot more time together. My wolf was thrilled at the attention. I'd never felt that part of me so content. It was weird, but in a good way. Gabe had gotten more comfortable touching me without checking to see if we were being watched. I was learning what it took to make him smile and I loved that it was something I could do. I felt like I was getting my first taste of normality since I'd come to the village. It was nice seeing that Gabe's life didn't always have to be tense meetings and arguments. He liked to read, which explained the size of the lib
*Estelle* I was running through a cold river. My paws were numb, but I kept moving. Time was running out. I could feel that he was right behind me. If I didn't find a safe place soon it would be too late. The smell of burning wood made it impossible to track his scent. There was no way to know if I'd lost him without stopping and checking behind me. I couldn't risk it. I had to press on. My lungs were burning from the effort. I must have been running for miles by now. My mind was disorganized, I couldn't focus on anything but the need to find safety. I jumped out of the river and kept running. My paws hit concrete and I hesitated. If I went into the city it would be harder for him to find me, but I would have no help. I heard something crashing through the foliage behind me and I ran. Suddenly, I was jolted from my slumber. I sat up quickly and blinked my eyes. There was sunlight streaming through the window and it disoriented me. I had just been running. No, that was a dre
*Estelle* Gabe had finally been able to arrange a council meeting with the leaders of the other packs in the area. He'd been trying for weeks to get everyone to take the rogue activity seriously. It wasn't until another territory's borders were breached that they seemed willing to listen. Gabe was irritated that his word hadn't been sufficient, and I didn't blame him. I had a feeling that things with the other packs were more complicated than I knew. I was warned to steer clear of the parlor where the meeting would take place. Gabe had told me to ignore any shouting I heard. It seemed like diplomatic relations were more than a little tense. Val and I were in the library flipping through family records in search of any mention of red or orange fur. It was tedious, at best, and we'd already gone through two pots of coffee today. It was only day two of our search for answers about my family. I was trying not to get my hopes up, but it was hard. The possibility that these du