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Knightly
These aren’t royal guard dogs. I pull a pack off one of the dead wolfs hind legs to find a pair of shorts, a medpack, and a phone. There are more, but there aren’t any near the house. I need to get to Phoebe My parents took the twins back to the ranch with them for today. It’s killing them, but without my oath, they can’t interfere or the king will take it as an act of rebellion.
I run through the trees until I get to the gate. I find my father pacing outside the gate. There is blood and wolf parts. scattered all over the place.
“Where’s Phoebe?” I shout. He doesn’t bother with me as I go past him.
I stop in the middle of the driveway. I look up to see a massive silverback wolf standing in the doorway of my home. The stairs creak when she steps forward to come down.
“Stay back,” I hold my arm out when my father comes up behind me. He doesn’t make a sound as she slowly approaches
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Female silverbacks are some of the most vicious wolves among us. I’m frozen with disbelief. Her magnificent paws touch the ground and she’s finally able to shake herself out. The grovel crunches under her paws as she stretches her front paws. Her shoulders pop. She leans her body forward stretching her hind legs one by one. Finally, she stands up. Powerful is the only way to describe it.
Phoebe is not in charge. She never will be when she shifts. That’s a silverback’s curse. Two completely separate beings in one vessel.
“Hi, pretty girl,” I catch her attention.
Her fur is gorgeous–almost metallic like a nickel. Her bright icy blue eyes turn to me and darken into the perfect Royal blue shade that is Phoebe. She’s showing me she knows who I am. She leans in, sniffing my bare chest. I press my lips together when she licks my face and moves around me.
My wolf, who just killed a couple dozen intruders, is fully aware of what she is and he is loving it. When she’s done with me. she turns away, parading herself before me.
“Yes, you’re very beautiful” I assure her.
Midnight flicks her tail up, sending dust up to inform me the show isn’t for me. I laugh and take a step back. I hold up the pack I got off one of the wolves. My father takes the pack in his mouth and heads toward the house. She watches him carefully, but doesn’t shy away. My bet is he’s completely reevaluating her training. She’ll go from Luna training to huntress. I’m not sure how my angel is going to take that.
I shift, giving into her demands so our wolves can connect. She jumps back playfully, her tail wagging back and forth. My wolf sits down, watching her antics with pride. She’s perfect. He knows that. Maybe he’s known that all along.
Guilt strikes me hard knowing that I nearly smothered him to death by depriving him–us of this. While I feel bad for trying to bury him, I can’t bring myself to regret it. Phoebe has been back in our lives just a little over a month and we’ve fucked her life up more than she wants to admit. Had I died, she would have lived in this state until she was claimed. Nothing would have happened to her had we never crossed paths.
I have to bury this. Phoebe isn’t angry at me for what happened. She’s been very understanding; all I can do is demand more. Yet, as I watch her jump around, nipping at Buddy’s paws, I understand why she was so easy to forgive.
My father is going to rip that cat to shreds. At this point, whether her entire bloodline goes with her is really a toss–up. Ayrie might follow our bloodline and shift next year, and a tiny version of the beast before me will come forth. The tweedles called it when they said she would become a tyrant.
The hair down her back stands. My wolf is on high alert now. I hear it, the sound of wolf paws stomping against wet earth, She stands on all fours, stretching her neck up, before a battle howl comes out of her. My wolf responds in kind and jumps up, kicking gravel up with his hind legs.
Midnight bumps her shoulder to his and takes off, breaking for the left side of the woods. Buddy pushes off the ground hard and goes right. There are four wolves on this side. He hides behind some bushes waiting for them to come closer so they’re within territory lines. He glances over to see the shine of her fur as she crawls along the forest floor. Just a few feet away is her first target.
Buddy lowers his body to the ground without 1 Successfully unlocked! e can watch her a little longer. He calms his breathing and relaxes. It happens in a split seco,
andyca ford, her mouth wide open. She goes straight for the wolf’s neck biting down hard. She pulls on him and spins around, likely paralyzing him, before she releases him. The wolf goes flying, the other one is so caught up with the airborne wolf that he misses when she turns her teeth toward him.
It’s brutal but a thing of beauty.
We turn our attention back to our targets. He doesn’t hesitate. He wants to show his mate that he’s worthy of the gift the moon goddess has gifted him. I’ve seen some of his memories in my nightmares. Rejections, subjugation, and pain.
At some point, he probably figured this was just another life going to waste is this the first time he’s bonded to his mate? The first time he has a family? I remember how excited he would get when I went on stage or sat in the studio booth i made in my closet as a kid. He loved the attention and the way everyone bowed to our every whim
Maybe things could have been different for us if he hadn’t wanted more than what I was offering. There were times when ! couldn’t be around my mother, I didn’t even want to hear her voice because he wanted me to rip her to shreds to please his father His alpha
When the woods are cleared, he turns around to find that our mate had been watching us. The fur around her mouth is bright red with fresh blood from her kill. He walks right up, nudging her. She lets him clean her when he starts licking the blood off her face. She drops on the floor and rolls onto her back, playfully pawing at him
An overwhelming sensation comes over us. He takes a deep breath, looking down at her. He leans in and continues to clean her snout, and she allows it. He doesn’t stop there. He continues on her fur, rubbing and nibbling at her, leaving his scent all over
They play like pups for hours.
I can’t help the connection I feel to him at the moment. We’ve never been on board with each other’s shit before. But as of late he’s been listening to me. Watching, waiting for me to let him out to keep our family safe. It’s what I’ve wanted all along. The last part of us left to heal. I didn’t think it was possible
“Nathan,” my father interrupts us. She must not see him as a threat since she didn’t make a fuss. She prances over to him Hello, little female,” he holds his hand out for her. My wolf sits with them as Midnight sniffs his hand. “We have a problem he pets her head and turns his attention to me. “Northerners,”
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