“That’s my girl. Warrior queen protecting her man. Thank you, baby.” He moves his face back so we’re no longer close enough to do it again, causing a little wave of disappointment within me that I chastise myself for, my cheeks flushing with heat and embarrassment that he kissed me in front of everyone. So breathless from his unexpected attention and aware every wolf out here is looking at us. I shouldn’t untangle and get him to put me down while his pack watch us, it’ll make it uncomfortable for him. It’s crazy disrespectful to humiliate the alpha and instead I slide my hands around his neck to steady myself in this pretty weird position I find myself in, aware this is inappropriate for a marked wolf, but yet allow him to carry my like this. Aware I still don’t see any sign of Carmen, and I’m sure I would have heard her if she saw this. No way she wouldn’t be screeching me to deafness if she’s around. His hands now under my ass to keep me lifted as he turns me around to the approaching sub pack, like this is perfectly natural for him to carry me this way. They swarm in around us.
“What was that exactly?” It’s Cesar who comes out first as Colton bounces me a little and smiles boyishly. He’s overcome with a weird joyful energy, and a strong sense of pride that’s almost suffocating me as his emotions drown out mine.
“That was Lorey and part of what she is capable of doing…. Telekinesis possibly. I think she might be an empath too. Jesus, that was impressive as fuck.” He spins me and I get a little jiggle before he slides me down to the ground on my own feet, and tugged in against him, lassoed by that arm once more and held lazily. I don’t know how to feel about what I did, as everything rushed me at once and it was impulsive. The reaction, seeing what I managed to do again, and then this. I have to stop for a moment and let my brain catch up to his words.
“What?” I turn to him and gawp, eyes widening at him. So many questions about where he just pulled that from, and I have no idea what to think.
“The Shaman knows a lot about this shit and…. it’s common in vampires apparently. Absorption is her wolf… this, it’s the other half. Alora is a hybrid of the two. And I am too, only, my mom’s a witch.” Colton’s voice drops as he says it and I swear, the entire area drops deathly silent, unbearably so, as the entire sub pack, and those beyond, who heard him, blanche, and stare at us with open mouths of disbelief. He just outed us for the entire pack to hear and those who didn’t will know soon enough as gossip spreads through the link. Colton clearly doesn’t want secrets the way his father did for years.
“Like us?” Remi finally butts in, breaking the tension and I stand stock still, my heart beating through my chest at the fact he’s going to tell them everything, now, and I was so not prepared for this. My body turns icy cold as fear overtakes me, my lungs almost shrivel up, and I sag a little, to cower in his arms as they all move in on us, a sea of faces, endless questioning looks. Colton seems completely serious in the moment and I can feel his own hesitation in what he’s doing. That ingrained fear his own family bonded pack will reject us and send us into exile, or worse. A pack has a right to kill intruders, or any they deem a threat, and I guess I’m definitely in that category.
“Kind of…. I think you all need to let me bond project so you can see what Alora and I know.” Colton looks around them and I inhale quickly. Waiting, poised, but none of the sub pack seem to have any kind of dramatic reaction. There’s confusion, a couple of questioning glances between them, but overall, they just nod. I didn’t know packs could project to one another in a group, but I guess it makes sense. If you made a chain and passed memory to memory. I just thought it was something only imprinted or mated could do.
Meadow turns and stares out at the wolves in the clearing, I can tell she’s linking. Within seconds they all turn tail and head back to wherever they came from, clearing the area and giving us space and quiet. They heard, and I don’t doubt they will be given answers after the sub pack get them. Our secrets, who we are, Juan’s whole lie in life, is about to become public knowledge and I couldn’t be any more terrified. No more secrets within this pack, no more hiding what I am. What we are.
Meadow steps up first and lifts Colton’s hand to her temple, adding mine to the other side of her face and smiles encouragingly, so much faith and love in that one little nod.
“We’re your pack, show us the truth. It won’t change a thing about what we are to you.”
Remember
Sitting in a study with a large double bed in the corner that looks completely out of place in an alcove, as though it’s a new addition, with the sub pack in eerie quiet tension as they all absorb everything we showed them outside. Sat in minorly dazed moods as we all digest the truth of combined memories.
It’s a small room with a bay window, a large couch and armchair nestled in front of a rustic fireplace cozily. A large handmade desk sits off to the side, just in the nook of the window space, facing in with a worn chair tucked behind. There’s an entire wall lined with dark stained bookcases, crammed full of old leather-bound journals of varying shades of tan, brown, and black, with no titles on display and I wonder what exactly is contained within the aged pages for them to bear no mark. There are oddities, and bottles, of all kinds nestled among them, and facing that wall are three large closed cupboards in matching deep wood that narrow the space considerably. There isn’t much floor to move around yet it has a snug quality rather than crowded.
The d?cor of dark autumn hues, golds, oranges, russet, browns, and rich in color, which only makes the room close in on us more so. Especially with the heavy drapes at the window in dark red velvet, blocking out what should be light, but it’s almost the middle of the night already, so there’s a wall of black in the windowpane. The lamps are dim, almost candle flickering in intensity, dotted sporadically around small side tables and shelves, and add to an eerie atmosphere as the pack all sit around nestled together. Some on them are perched on the arms of chairs, lounging, while Colton stands by the fireplace, and I’m laid down on the bed out of the way to finally get some rest. The bed’s modern, I can tell by the comfiness and the new crisp bedding that this was put in here recently.
My body is weary and heavy, and it feels good to finally know what a comfy safe bed feels like again. It’s been so long since I was in a room by choice, surrounded by people I care about in a safe space, and I can spread out and not have to be on high alert at all. Weeks of living with tension, and heightened senses, all coming to an end, and I realize how incredibly exhausted I am. It feels beyond amazing to not have one eye behind me, and one eye on my surroundings, worrying about my next meal, or where to set up a good camp.
Colton moved us in here once they’d seen everything they needed to see in our shared memories, and it was obvious they needed a little privacy to talk this out and calm down. We were making a spectacle out front, and even though other pack members dispersed, we caught many peeking at windows.
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