Zelena.
I looked to my mother-in-law, my two best friends, my guardian, and my mother. Then I lost any semblance of control I had left. I began to hyperventilate as the sobs racked my body. Tobias lifted my weeping body and crawled onto the bed behind me, he wrapped himself around me like a protective blanket. Lunaya took my hand and kissed my knuckles. Roe came over to the other side of the bed, took my other hand and held it to her chest.
“I... can’t...” I forced out between sobs.
“You can, sweet girl” Roe said encouragingly.
“I need him” I cried.
“I know baby. He'll be home soon” she said encouragingly. Another contraction came on, the intensity caught me off guard. The pressure, the pain, it’s indescribable. I breathed hard, trying to calm myself down. I've been so selfish. I've put my baby at risk, all because I wouldn’t face the heartache of Gunner’s departure. If something happens to my baby it will be all my fault. And then I will trul
Whiskey. The numb emptiness didn’t leave me, it faded somewhat, but I could still feel it. If I wasn’t so used to blocking myself off to pain and emotion, I would guess that it would frustrate me. But I actually kind of enjoyed it. The uncaring and unfeeling state of mine was freeing. I lost any guilt I had for what I had done over the past few years, however small that piece of guilt may have been. Though that slight sliver of doubt still lingered in the back of my mind. Always on repeat, eating inside my thoughts, ‘did I do the wrong thing?’ With this new hollow feeling, I could no longer see or feel that small slice of doubt. It was fantastic. All that aside, the fact that I still don’t know what has brought on or caused this new state of mind, it bugs me. I am determined to find out. And I will, I always do.
Whiskey.“You know what this could mean for us, for the pack. It's huge. The world will bow at our feet” he said happily.“There are still tests that need to be done. We need to confirm this, multiple times, be one hundred percent sure of it before we make any moves. Which includes alerting the rest of the pack. You are not to say a word to anyone until I give the go ahead” the Alpha spoke firmly.“What else is there to confirm, I've given you all of the information you need” Saxton clapped back.
Whiskey. Present day. I’ve ignored my training and instincts for too long. I pushed them aside and tried to be a ‘normal girl’ all for the sake of another. What did that get me? A fuck ton of nothing, that’s what. I won’t make that mistake again. I know who I am now. I know what I am and what I am capable of. I know now what I am fighting for, and who I am truly fighting against. My intended direction is clearly laid out at my feet, no one could come between me and my path now. I was making my way up the mountain, trudging through the snow, when a flutter of electric sparks ran down my spine. It made my neck tingle and my body shiver. I looked around at the snow-covered trees and lifted my nose to the air. I sniffed aro
Whiskey. “Oh, it’s what you meant alright” I hissed. The venom and fury dripped from my words menacingly. The Alpha backed away from us and lowered himself to the ground. The power, the rage, the violence that I was emanating, it was clearly too much for his weak soul to bare. Saxton let his gaze go soft and his eyes hooded, and a gentle loving look spread over his face. It was a look he had given me a thousand times before, a look I had come to cherish. All this time I had thought that look was filled with his true love and adoration. But now I can see the cracks, now I know there's a game in play, I can see that look for what it truly is. A manipulation. Saxton never truly cared for me, nor did he love me. He saw me only for what I could give him. He saw me as a tool for power and dominance. And I, being the weak and feeble bitch that he turned me into, drank in the fake love and attention like it was cool aide at the cult picnic.
Zelena. All those feelings of darkness and loss, the hurt and pain, the emptiness. They were all gone now. All I had to do was look at the beautiful sleeping faces of my babies, and my heart was full. I haven’t named them yet. It doesn’t seem right to do it without Gunner. Though I have some ideas that I'm pretty set on already. In the meantime, I have nickname them B. for my sweet little boy, and G. for my very loud little girl. They are both so similar, yet I can already pinpoint their very different characteristics. B. is quiet and rarely cries. He eats like a typical Alpha-son, but he loves to be swaddled and held tight. G. is very vocal about her demands. If she wants something or if something isn’t right, the whole pack, and I'm sure half the town, will hear about it. I think I may have given birth to a Banshee, not a Were. Unlike her brother, G. likes to flail her arms and k
Zelena. “This isn’t right. This can’t be right” she cried out, bending her face into the blanket. That got me mad. I was done with trying to sooth her, and I just wanted to let rip with my own disappointment now. “I get it alright. Roe has filled me in on the rareness of twins. Trust me, I get it. Only one in a million she-wolves have twins. But is it really so difficult to grasp. I'm a werewolf, and I'm the Triple Goddess, and I have a True Mate. Why not just add one more impossibility into the mix. I've already shattered all of the other Were-kind myths and legends” I snapped at her. I took a small step back and tried to keep myself from shouting as to not bother G. But I failed. I was nearly yelling by the end of my little rant. Lunaya looked up a
Zelena. When we got back to the village, it was bustling with activity. Tobias and I strode through the clearing side by side. I nodded my ‘hello’ to each pack member that greeted me. Many of them wishing me well and telling me how excited they were to meet the new baby. We have yet to shared that there are twins. I'm hoping Gunner will be back soon, so that I can share the news with him before I do so with the pack. Which reminded me. *The other day, in the delivery room, you said that Gunner will be home soon* *I did* *Did you mean it?* *Of course* *Do you like know, know. Or are you just guessing?*
Whiskey.What is a Zee? Why is he calling me Zee? I didn’t respond to the strange beast, instead I turned my body slightly to the side, bent my knees and lifted my arm over my shoulder. I wrapped my hand tightly around the handle of my blade, ready to pull it from its holster. I was prepared to fight, if that’s what the beast wants. He stepped closer toward me,lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. He furrowed his brows and stepped closer again.“Who are you?” he demanded in a loud and earth-shattering voice. Again, I gave no response, I just curled my lips back and snarled. Come on beasty boy, let’s dance.