Page 50 of Whisper of an Alpha
“We have to prepare ourselves,” Marcus continues, his expression grave. “Rachel’s family is not just hurt; they’re furious. They feel dishonored, and that can lead to dangerous consequences.”
The weight of his words settles heavily on my chest. I glance at Wyatt, who is staring at Marcus with a fierce intensity. I know he’s thinking about how to protect me, how to keep our pack safe.
“Octavia, I want you to promise me you’ll stay close to me,” he says, turning to me. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I promise,” I reply, my heart thudding with a mixture of fear and determination. It’s not just about me anymore; it’s about our pack, our future together.
Marcus clears his throat, drawing our attention back. “I suggest we hold a meeting with the pack leaders to discuss this. We need a plan. If Rachel’s family decides to retaliate, we need to be ready.”
Wyatt nods, his jaw set. “I’ll call a meeting tonight. We can’t let them surprise us.”
As Marcus stands to leave, I feel a sense of unease settle over me. I’m caught in a storm of emotions: love for Wyatt, fear for our future, and worry for the repercussions of Rachel’s actions.
“Octavia,” Marcus says before exiting, his gaze softening just a fraction. “Stay strong. We’ll get through this.”
I nod, though doubt lingers in my mind. As the door clicks shut behind him, I look at Wyatt, who is still processing the looming threat.
“I hate this,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Wyatt crosses the room and pulls me into his arms, enveloping me in warmth. “I know. But we’ll face it together. You and me, always.”
His words wrap around me like a protective shield, and I take a deep breath, trying to quell the anxiety swirling inside me.
“Can we just forget about it for a moment?” I ask, my voice muffled against his chest. “Can we just focus on us?”
Wyatt pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “You’re right. We can’t let this overshadow what’s coming next week.”
I nod, feeling a flicker of hope. “The Luna Ceremony.”
He grins, that playful spark returning to his eyes. “Exactly. Let’s make it a day to remember, no matter what happens. You deserve to feel special.”
I smile back, warmth spreading through me at his words. “I do want that. I want to celebrateus.”
“Then let’s plan something amazing,” he says, already pulling out his phone, ready to brainstorm ideas.
As he starts tapping away, I lean back against the couch, my heart lighter. Despite the darkness looming on the horizon, I know that with Wyatt by my side, we can face anything.
The air isthick with tension as we sit in the dimly lit room, Wyatt beside me, his hand resting protectively on my knee. The flickering light from the fireplace casts long shadows across the walls, and I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on us. This meeting isn’t just about Rachel’s family; it’s about our safety, our future, and the fragile peace we’ve fought so hard to maintain.
Dalton leans forward, his brow furrowed in concentration. His jaw is set, and I can tell he’s already strategizing, thinking several steps ahead. Marcus, the council member sits across from us, his expression unreadable. The news he brought earlier about Rachel’s parents, Lena and Eugene, sends a shiver down my spine. They were furious about their daughter’s banishment, and I can’t blame them. Rachel had successfully manipulated so many people, and now she was out of our lives — at least for now.
“Rachel’s family could react violently,” Marcus says, his voice steady but low, as if he’s afraid of awakening a sleeping beast. “They’re not just grieving a daughter; they’re losing their status in the pack and home. We need to be cautious.”
Wyatt nods, his jaw tightening. “We can’t let them think they can get away with anything. They’ll want revenge, and we can’t give them a reason to act out.”
I glance at Wyatt, my heart racing. His determination is palpable, and though I admire his strength, I can’t shake the fear that lingers in the back of my mind. Rachel’s deception had nearly destroyed everything we had built together. Now, withher gone, I should feel relieved, but instead, I’m haunted by the thought of what her family might do.
Dalton interjects, his voice steady and calm. “I suggest we send three warriors with you and Marcus to Lena and Eugene’s house. Make it clear they have until tonight to vacate the pack lands. If they resist, we need to be prepared.”
“Agreed,” Marcus replies, leaning back in his chair, contemplating the gravity of the situation. “It’s better to have a presence there than to risk them escalating things. Rachel’s family is unpredictable right now.”
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “What if they refuse to leave?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “What if they try to retaliate against us?”
Wyatt squeezes my knee, his touch grounding me. “We’ll handle it, Octavia. We’ll make sure they understand the consequences of their actions. The pack’s safety comes first.”
A knot of anxiety twists in my stomach as I picture Lena and Eugene’s home. Would they be packing in anger? Would they lash out at anyone who approached them? The last thing I want is for this to escalate further, but it seems like we’re already standing on the precipice.
“Let’s go,” Wyatt says decisively, rising to his feet. “We’ll head to their house now. The sooner we get this settled, the better.”
