Page 19 of Night with a Gamma
“Good morning, Little Bird” I say softly, and she turns to me, her smile a beacon of light that chases away the remnants of the night’s shadows.
“Good morning, my handsome mate,” she replies, her voice still soft with sleep. “Are you ready for today?”
I nod, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. “As ready as I can be. The pack is counting on us.”
Wren’s expression shifts, a blend of determination and concern. “We have to make sure they understand the gravity of the situation. This isn’t just about the rogues anymore; it’s about protecting our home.”
“Agreed,” I respond. “We’ll gather everyone and lay out our plan. We need everyone to be on the same page. And, by the way, I love that you saidourhome.”
After a quick breakfast, we make our way to the main hall where the pack is already gathering. The atmosphere is charged, a mixture of anxiety and determination swirling around us. I can see Wyatt and Dalton at the front, their expressions serious as they prepare to address the pack.
I step forward, Wren beside me, and the room quiets as all eyes turn to us. “Thank you all for coming,” I begin, my voice steady despite the nerves bubbling beneath the surface. “We faced a dark entity in the forest last night, one that is behind the rogue attacks. It’s part of something much larger, and we need to prepare ourselves for what’s to come.”
Whispers ripple through the crowd, and Wyatt raises a hand to silence them. “What do we need to do?” he asks, his brow furrowed with concern.
“We need to gather information,” I continue. “Dalton will reach out to other packs to see if they’ve experienced anythingsimilar. We need to fortify our defenses, ensure our borders are secure, and remain vigilant.”
Wren steps forward, her presence commanding attention. “I can continue to sense the energies around us and see if any dark magic is lingering. We need to keep our eyes open for any signs of trouble. Also, I can contact my coven to come put a defense shield around your territory, if you’re okay with that.”
Dalton nods, determination shining in his eyes. “I’ll contact the other Betas and Alphas. We need to work together to uncover the truth.”
I glance around the room, meeting the eyes of my packmates. “We are strong together. We’ve faced challenges before, and we will face this one as a united front. We will protect our territory, our families, and each other.”
The pack murmurs in agreement, the atmosphere shifting as a sense of unity begins to take hold. I can see the resolve in their faces, and it fuels my own determination.
“Let’s prepare for the day ahead,” Wyatt says, his voice firm. “We’ll form patrols and ensure our borders are secure. We won’t let fear drive us; we will stand together.”
As the pack disperses to carry out their tasks, I feel a swell of pride in my chest. We are a family, bound by loyalty and strength, and together, we will face whatever darkness lies ahead.
Wren and I move to a quieter corner of the hall, the weight of the day’s tasks pressing upon us. “What’s next?” she asks, her eyes searching mine for answers.
“Let’s head to the borders and see if there are any signs of movement,” I suggest. “We need to be proactive about this.”
She nods, determination gleaming in her eyes. “I’ll use my magic to help us sense if anything is amiss.”
Together, we make our way to the borders, the trees lining our path a comforting presence. I can feel the energy shiftingaround us, and as we approach the edge of our territory, I instinctively scan the area for any signs of danger.
Wren closes her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration. “I can feel something,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “There’s a disturbance in the energy here, like something has passed recently.”
My pulse quickens as I look around, my instincts sharpening. “Can you tell how many?”
“Not exactly,” she replies, her expression tense. “But it feels… chaotic, as if they were desperate. We need to be cautious.”
I nod, feeling the weight of her words. “Let’s move further along the border and see if we can track them.”
We follow the edge of our territory, Wren guiding me as she senses the energy trails left behind. The forest is eerily quiet, and I can feel the tension between us, a shared understanding that we are walking into the unknown.
As we move deeper into the woods, the disturbance grows stronger, a prickling sensation that raises the hairs on the back of my neck. “It’s close,” I murmur, glancing at Wren.
“I can feel it too,” she replies, her voice steady despite the uncertainty. “We need to be careful.”
Just as we round a bend in the path, we catch sight of movement ahead. A group of rogue wolves is gathered, their eyes wild and frantic, pacing as if waiting for something — or someone.
My heart races as I recognize the urgency in their movements. “What are they doing?”
“I don’t know,” Wren replies, her expression tense. “But we should get closer, see if we can overhear anything.”
We crouch low, moving silently through the underbrush as we approach the rogue pack. I can feel the tension in the air, a mixture of fear and desperation that radiates from them.
