What do you think of the Woodland Sprites?
Fucking woodland sprites. I’ve never met a sprite before, and I could have gone my entire life without that shitshow. Of course, now, Grace has offered to let them spend time with our wolves. I'll have to order the patrols to stay on their watch and not go off having literal quickies with these damn creatures! “Do you think there’s any possibility that wolves could be mated to sprites?” Grace asks me as we head back to the packhouse. Alexander had shifted, much to the delight of the sprite twins, and asked if they wanted to meet him at the pond when he got off duty. I’m surprised they were able to answer through all their drool. “I have no idea. I would never have guessed that a 10-year old fae prince would be mated to a Guardian’s daughter, so what do I know?” I say, still feeling grumpy about this whole mess. Grace takes me hand and pulls me to a stop. She runs her fingers over my temples and into my hair. “Let it go, my love. They aren’t a danger. It’s just like being in a room w
A couple of days after we met the woodland sprites, we got word that Angel had her baby. A beautiful, healthy baby boy that they named after her father and Clint, who had acted like a second father to her. Eli had me spar with the tournament contestants until he made his final cuts. We ended up with two that had moved from Rik’s pack, two from Liam’s pack and the other 16 were from our pack. Eli had begun preparations for us to be gone for nearly a week. The tournament lasts four days, plus it would take us a day to travel each way and then there was a ceremony at the end announcing the top five packs. Eli had been in communication with Rik and Liam. Our packs would be on-call to help each other. Rik and Liam were both leaving their Gammas in charge. We had not assigned a Lead Warrior, but Rik was bringing Trevor and Liam was bringing his new Lead Warrior. The tournament would start on day one with warriors. Day two would be for Lead Warriors and Gammas, day three was for Betas and
I call for help and more pack members come to assist with the injured. Several of our wolves are unconscious and many are not healing because of bullet wounds. Only one looks to have been injured severely and I send him back to the pack first. I’m worried about Grace, but she seems unperturbed by the bullet in her shoulder. However, I’ll feel better once it’s out. I know we were both hit by wolfsbane arrows, but other than the injury taking a bit longer than normal to heal, I’m not feeling the effects of the poison. I’m beginning to truly understand Rik and Liam’s excitement when they talk about the gifts of being mated to a Guardian. I’m stronger and my body heals faster. After a battle like this, I should be feeling exhausted and sore, but I don’t. I almost feel rejuvenated. When we get back to the pack, we head straight to the pack hospital. When we arrive it’s chaos, and not just because it’s full of wolves needing medical assistance. Connor, Thomas’s wolf is standing, guarding….
The whole situation between Thomas and Tula was stressful and bizarre. I’m thankful to my mate, who really doesn’t like the sprites, for calling King Ailduin and finding out how to save Tula.As Thomas leaves, taking Tula with him to his room at the packhouse to recover, I turn to my mate. “Have I told you lately how amazing you are and how lucky I am to be mated to you?” I tell him, meaning every word.He pulls me to him. “I love you too, but you aren’t going to be feeling lucky when I tell you that I want that damn bullet out of your shoulder now and I don’t want any more interruptions.”I chuckle. “Nope, still feeling lucky.” I say, turning to see if any of the medical students are free. While we were dealing with Tula, they have been running around helping the pack members that were injured.“I can get that out.” Sirona says, escorting us to a room. I sit while she gets her scalpel and forceps. As she’s working Carlos comes in. “We have 15 wolves that were injured, twelve will be
When Grace and I return to the packhouse, I have to admit that the sprites are overwhelmingly appreciative of our assistance. Grace lets them know that they are always welcome, but especially if they are frightened or need assistance. Before they head back to the forest, I ask Funichio to continue to keep a lookout for hunters and alert us right away if they see any. He agrees happily, before flitting off to join his group. I notice the twins flitting around the back of the packhouse, until I see Alexander come down and join them before heading out into the forest. I’ll need to have a conversation with him soon about his involvement with the sprites. He needs to understand what he’s done and what it means to the twins. Sprites may not be my favorite creatures, but I’m still an Alpha and my job is protect those that need protection. The sprites are annoying, irritating creatures, but they are fragile. “Carlos, Noah, meet me in my office.” Now that our pack is settling, my office spac
On the day we are to leave for the tournament, we pack up our four SUVs. Eli and I had pooled our money but could only afford one for the pack. The other three we rented in the city. Our destination would take us about twelve hours to arrive, without taking stops into consideration. We were going to a place in northern Kansas. The council had gotten the state to close a state park for our arrival. This way, we wouldn’t risk running into humans. With the large numbers of werewolves coming into the territory, the state was paid well to shut down their tourist spot. The location was chosen, I was told, because it’s in the middle of the country. Our day is long and boring. Eli and I practice using our gifts of mind linking our pack but the further away we get, the harder it is. We link farther than expected, equally annoying different members of the pack as we test our reach. Eventually, we are no longer able to reach them. When we finally arrive, it is early evening. We check in, and I
I wait until we’re alone in the cabin. Grace’s emotions have been all over the place since we arrived. I know some of it is concern for seeing her father, but there was something else that I felt and didn’t understand. “Baby, what’s going on? Your emotions have been all over since we got here. It’s not all about your father. It feels like something else.” She walks up to me, leaning against my chest and my arms immediately go around her. I pick her up and sit on the edge of the bed, putting her in my lap. “Talk to me.” She’s got her head tucked up under my chin so I can’t see her face. When I hear her sniffling, I lean back, putting my finger under her chin and lifting her face. “Baby?” “Yes.” She says as if answering my question, her voice quivering as the tears start to fall. Okay, saying ‘yes’ to me asking her what’s going on doesn’t answer my question. “I’m not sure I understand.” She tucks her head against me again, her hand rubbing the tears from her eyes. I’m rubbing my ha
Maia pushes forward, answering the question of the Alphas in the room. I hear a collective gasp and realize that Artemis has come forward as well. “All happily marked and mated.” Rik says, his voice a challenge as he stands. I realize he has passed Lily back to Cara. He’s ready for a fight. Eli’s arm goes around me possessively. When I look, I see Louis shining in his eyes. Rik’s and Liam’s eyes have their wolves shining in them as well. It’s a clear threat. Do not touch what is mine. One of the elders who is managing the tournament stands. “Alphas. No one will attempt to take your mates from you. This is a competition, but it is friendly. Your mates are marked, and everyone here can smell your scents on them. Anyone who is paying attention will have seen the three females that will battle on the Alpha Day. Perhaps they believed they were Alpha females, but now we all know, it’s the Guardians that are here to battle. Let us finish our lunch and get back to the competition.” With th