Page 22 of Night with a Gamma
The battle rages on, and I can feel the tide shifting as we hold our ground. But just as it seems we’re gaining the upper hand, a roar pierces the night — a dark, powerful sound that sends a chill down my spine.
From the shadows, the rogue leader emerges, its presence filling the clearing with an overwhelming aura of authority. “You think you can stop us?” it snarls, its eyes blazing with fury. “This is only the beginning!”
My heart races as I lock eyes with Wren, knowing we must confront this darkness head-on. “We need to take it down!” I shout, my voice barely audible above the chaos.
Wren nods, determination shining in her gaze. “Together!”
We charge forward, weaving through the fray as we focus our energies on the rogue leader. The air crackles with power, and I can feel the very essence of the forest responding to our call.
As we close the distance, the rogue leader snarls, unleashing a wave of dark energy that crashes against us. I brace myself, the force knocking me back, but I quickly recover, pushing forward with Wren by my side.
“Now!” she shouts, her voice filled with resolve.
With a surge of strength, we unleash our combined bond magic, a brilliant light that cuts through the darkness. The rogue leader recoils, surprise flashing across its face as the energy envelops it.
“Foolish mangy dogs!” it howls, struggling against the light. “You will pay for this!”
But we press on, weaving our magic together, drawing from the strength of our bond. The light intensifies, and I can feel the power surging through me, pushing back against the darkness.
With one final push, we force the rogue leader back, its form flickering as it fights against our combined strength. The packrallies around us, their energy flowing into ours as we become a beacon of light against the encroaching darkness.
“Stand together!” Wyatt roars, his voice echoing through the chaos.
And we do — together, we are stronger than the darkness that threatens to consume us.
As the light engulfs the rogue leader, it lets out a final, anguished howl, a sound that reverberates through the night before it is swallowed by the brilliance we’ve summoned.
The clearing falls silent, the chaos dissipating as the remaining rogues retreat, fear etched on their faces.
Breathless, I collapse to my knees, the energy of the battle fading as I take in the aftermath. Wren is beside me, her chest heaving as she fights to catch her breath.
“We did it,” I manage to say, disbelief washing over me.
Wren nods, her eyes wide with amazement. “But it’s not over. We need to make sure they don’t return.”
Wyatt approaches, his expression a mixture of pride and concern. “We need to regroup and assess the situation. We can’t let our guard down.”
As the pack gathers, I feel a sense of unity wash over us, a bond forged in battle. We may have faced the darkness and emerged victorious, but I know that the fight is far from over.
With Wren by my side, I feel a flicker of hope amidst the uncertainty. Together, we will continue to protect our pack, our home, and each other.
And as the dawn breaks over the horizon, casting a golden light over the land, I know that we will stand united against whatever challenges lie ahead.
12
THE GODDESS’ PLAN
Wren
I standamidst the chaos that has just settled over the Waterton Pack, my heart racing and thoughts swirling. The air still crackles with the remnants of the fight we just endured, and I can’t help but steal glances at Harrison. My mate, the Gamma of this formidable pack, but right now, he looks utterly exhausted. His broad shoulders are slumped slightly, and fatigue hangs heavy beneath his sapphire eyes. I want to reach out, to offer him comfort and strength, but he’s always so strong — my rock in this volatile world.
As I move closer to him, a strange warmth fills my chest. I never would have imagined that my future would lead me here, among these wolf shifters, but a whisper of the Mother Goddess tells me this is where I’m meant to be. I grasp Harrison's hand, feeling the calluses and strength that come from fighting for his pack. “Let’s get you some rest,” I say softly, hoping to coax him away from the lingering tension.
But just as I turn to lead him away, a sudden realization strikes me: where is Octavia? The pack’s Luna, Wyatt’s mate,and one of my best friends has been conspicuously absent. I glance over at Wyatt, the alpha of this pack, whose eyes are filled with a mix of concern and relief. “Wyatt,” I ask, my voice threading through the quiet, “where’s Octavia?”
He lets out a breath, his expression shifting from relief to mild annoyance. “She’s visiting Poppy,” he replies, shaking his head slightly. “Thank fuck she wasn’t here for that fight. I’ll have to call her and explain what happened. She’s not going to be happy with me for not telling her sooner.”
I can’t help but snicker at the thought of Wyatt trying to navigate the storm that is Octavia’s displeasure. Harrison pinches my ass, a playful gesture meant to shush my laughter, but I can’t suppress my smile. “Maybe you should remind her of the old saying: ‘Happy Luna, happy pack,’” I tease, straightening my features.
