“It’s going to take time, and patience. So many of the valley wolves no longer believe or trust in me as Alpha, or us as a pack. The grief, the pain of everything that has happened has left its mark and we have so much work to do to bring Santo back to what it once was.”
“No…. we won’t be bringing it back to what it was! We’re starting over and building a new pack, with new ideals, and a new structure. A new moral code and transparency. We’ll build a real family pack this time with no more secrets or lies or unfair hierarchy. Where hybrids won’t have to hide in shame or be outcast for anything.” I lay my head back on his chest and close my eyes to shut out the ruin around us and excel in his safe and warm embrace instead. Trying to visualize the valley of old, when my mother still walked these paths, before I knew anything of suffering and heartbreak and the power struggle of adults. A time when I was happier and nature around us seemed fuller, more vibrant, and life had less problems. I want to create that childhood feeling in our pack again, that sense of peace and tranquility.
“You really have grown into the Luna I hoped you would be.” Colton lifts his chin and kisses me lightly on my jaw under my ear. Igniting a new wave of tingles and my body starts to react to his and I have to push it away. Squeezing me for a moment before relaxing back to where he was.
“I never thought I would ever think or feel like a Luna, yet here we are. The pack is always at the forefront of my thoughts now. All that’s left is to build, repair, heal….. and welcome our children into this world.”
“Hmmmm” he answers softly, agreeing and sounding as tired as me with the thought of what’s to come next.
“Colton, Alora…. Go back to the manor and rest. We can watch over here and take care of things.” Meadow pulls us out of our intimate bubble and we both turn to see her walking in, followed by Radar and Sierra who have linked hands and are looking incredibly cozy together. No doubt desperate for some alone time to mark and finish their own bond.
I squeal as the memory of their imprint hits me with fervor. Throwing Colton’s arms off me as the excitement I had to dampen down on a blood strewn battlefield rises to the surface again and I run at my Rema. Unleashed joy in the form of an over excited Luna.
“Eeeeeeeeh, I am so happy, happy.” I throw myself at her, wrapping my arms around her neck so she’s knocked sideways, and Radar has to grab at us to support us from falling over. Bouncing like a child as she gets caught up in my excitement.
“What the …” Sierra gasps in confusion and then laughs as my hanging onto her becomes a proper embrace, sliding her arms around me too. I spin us and then shake her and somehow manage to end up right back to where we started.
“I have a dad in law!” I turn, letting go of her and poke Radar in the ribs so forcefully he flinches and then slaps my hand away moodily. He sighs, rolls his eyes, and then turns sheepishly as he sees Colton approaching us. My mate isn’t oozing the same overly hyper good mood as I am now it’s sunk in that his mother has a new mate. Radar clears his throat and loses all confidence. I guess mating to your alpha best friend’s mother is a bit weird between brother wolves.
“Please don’t call him that.” Colton grinds it out, mumbling and then walks to his sub and lands a strong hand on his shoulder. A squeeze with obvious intent as Radar inhales sharply, wincing and ducking down on that side to try and escape the grip.
“Alpha.” Radar lowers his head, instant submission coming over him and only gains another stab in the ribs from me. Pushing him to snap up and glare at me instead. I am so not going to let him fall back into being just another sub wolf. It’s just as well he seems to have fully healed form the toxins by either Sierra or the witch’s hand before she disappeared.
“Stop that. You’re the Rema’s mate. That makes you the Galma. Grandad wolf… So, no more formalities.” I start laughing stupidly at that, even though it’s technically correct and hit the giggling fits at Radar’s unamused expression. He no longer should be bowing or lowering his eyes for either Colton or I, as he’s now our senior. He holds the same role as Rema in being a wise mentor to his Stepson.
“I mean, she’s not wrong… grandad.” Sierra joins in, poking fun at her new mate and Colton’s face becomes more serious and stoic than before, which only makes us both laugh louder and harder. His whole aura cooling to icy tones and his eyes glow a slight hint of amber. I choke on my fast inhalation of amusement and bend double, trying not to die while having a coughing fit brought on by snort laughing.
“I swear to god….” Colton’s snarls at me, and Radar’s face becomes ashen. It’s obvious Colton isn’t all too adjusted to this new development and Sierra stifles her laugh by covering her mouth and tries to return to mature mother figure when faced with a tantrummy man child.
“You will still always be my number one boy. Mummy loves you the mostest.” Sierra gets the words out only just, before snorting at her own ‘coooeee’ tone and patting her son on the head in mock affection. She’s enjoying this as much as I am.
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