Chapter 9
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Chapter 9
Bishop
It’s been weeks since I felt an unknown presence in the packhouse. It had me and Ares going crazy trying to figure it out what it was. The feeling of always being watched, it’s the reason I been overly protective of everyone here. I had two pregnant she wolves who meant more to me than my own life to protect. Almost every day I felt like I was letting them down in some way, shape or form. Trying to be diplomatic with Declan when he visited. Had Opal pissed as f.ucked at me and Ares. She and Cj made us sleep on the couch for a week. My back hasn’t been the same since. Opal wanted blood, specifically his. For all the b.ullshit he’s been up to but more than that for him daring to think that he can separate Nola from our pack. It was hard to get her to hold back but luckily, I did. What we didn’t need was another war on our doorsteps. After dinner was done Cj, Nola and I headed back to our cottage. Nola practically lives with us now, which makes protecting her and Cj easy on me. But we had to soundproof the cottage not too long ago after Nola kept making comments about the demon howls at night and her not getting enough sleep. It was her subtle dig at us for not being quiet in our love making while she stays with us. Thomas and I have gotten even closer than before. Working day in and day out with each other as we have been keeping everyone safe and trying to rebuild the trust in the pack for the rest of the bears that stayed. The pack is in a very precarious condition. While we are all a united front for the sake of finding Glory and going against the council. Our own inner turmoil between the bears and wolves is like a powder keg waiting to go off. Without Papa D here as a go between I have no clue how everything will work out. Thomas and Juliet stepped into their roles as the gamma couple wonderfully. They are trying hard to ease the bear pack members’ worries, but I worry the damage done by Gwen is too much. I sit back against the lounge chair in the back yard overlooking the lake drinking my beer when I hear the hoot of an owl in the distance. I wonder if that really an owl or is it a shifter. Ares comes to the forefront of my mind pushing out his aura as a deterrent to anything or anyone out there. Before Martha passed away, she said avian shifters were extinct so I would hope it’s just a regular owl. “Before she passed, we thought a lot of things that seem to not be true the avian shifter being extinct is one of them according to Rainbow.” Ares pointed out. That was true I thought as I looked in the direction of the sound could it really be another owl shifter out there. When Martha had died, we all did what we could to find out everything we could about the shifter who killed her. But according to any records kept all avian shifters were nonexistent. So, there wasn’t anything we could find out without going to the council themselves and we weren’t going to do that. So here I am trying to figure out if the hoots and bumps in the night are just that or something more. My intuition says something more and that we need to be more alert than we already are but what can I do to bring everything to light. I got up from the chair letting Ares fully take control to push his aura out to show his dominance to whatever unseen foe that might be watching us. There was a bird screeching out in the distance but nothing more. I looked up as a group of birds seemed to fly deeper into the forest to get away from our aura as a pulled it back not wanting to hurt any unsuspecting wolf or bear that walked by. I walked back into the house, my mind still heavy but needing to have Cj in my arms. The closer it gets to the birth of our little one the more on edge I tend to be. Please goddess just keep them safe and sound I silently plea out into the void as I climb the stairs to our bedroom.
Papa D
I woke up early before the sun had even risen above the sleuths’ grounds. Stretching as I got out the bed, I walked down the hall to check in on Romeo. It was a month ago that he came out of his coma. He woke up disoriented and apologetic. We sat and talked about everything from his obsessions with CJ and coveting her place as alpha to his mother leaving to be with Bronn. Gwen had a hand in shaping his ideologies than I had thought. It was she who put the thought of him and Cj together in his head since he was young. She told him it was his right to lead since at the time us bears had outnumbered the wolves by a fraction. She had raised him with a sense of entitlement that I wasn’t aware of. I had to apologize to him for not being as present as I should have been with him. for turning a blind eye to Gwen and her manipulation of him. He was sad that he seemed to be the cause of our split, but I had to assure him that everything between Gwen and I was just that between Gwen and I. Max had come back also taking over Romeo’s body and shifting into his own. He shifted so that Romeo could sort out his emotional scars without interacting with the world. He’s been in his bear state ever since. Mines and Murphy’s bond with max has strengthened so much there wasn’t much that he didn’t share with us about my son’s past from his perspective. It was hard to hear but needed. We needed to hear it so that the four of us could get past everything and move on. Get back to the pack, back to the girls. I was so happy he had decided to come back to Romeo, but as Max said he didn’t do it for Romeo. His and Romeo bond is almost broken and needs time to heal as much as Romeo mental state did. He came back for Juliet and Mystic. It was his bond to his twin his duty as her protector that he came back for. He couldn’t leave us alone on the brink of war, couldn’t leave Juliet and Mystic to fight what was coming alone. Max said that the goddess Artio said that she needed all her soldiers for the upcoming war and sent Max back to Romeo so that Romeo can get back on track to the path he was originally fated for. So, Max has taken the lead with Romeo riding shotgun in their joined consciousness. I left the home we were staying in, my footsteps trending lightly on the forest floor not even the leaves crunching under my feet. I made it to the edge of the territory in record time just as the sun started to peek over the mountain ridge. There standing next to grand willow tree was the most gorgeous woman to ever walk the earth. Her fiery red locs glimmering in the sun’s first rays. A halo of gold and orange illuminating her porcelain skin, her lips slick with the morning dew. Today she was wearing fitted black jeans and an off the shoulder deep red knitted sweater. I stopped ogling her as I approached, a twig snapped under my foot. She turned in my direction, a soft smile appearing on her face as she held out her hand for me to grab. She wasn’t a small woman in the least. Even though she was still smaller than me she stood 6’2 inches without heels statuesque full-figured woman. There was more then enough meat on her bones to satisfy a starving man for centuries. All I wanted was just one lifetime to try. “Good morning, Derrick” her smile radiant as she looked me in my eyes. I was lost as the sun rose reflected in her gaze. “Good morning Artio, my goddess.”
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