Page 3 of Night with a Gamma
“I know,” I reply, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within me. “But maybe we can change that? Maybe we can figure it out together.”
She studies me for a long moment, her deep cobalt blue eyes searching mine. “You’re serious about this?”
“Absolutely,” I say, my heart racing. “I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t want to turn away from it.”
A slow smile spreads across her face, and my heart lifts. “Okay, then. Let’s see where this takes us. The Goddess must know what she’s doing, right?”
I grin back, a sense of relief washing over me. For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel hopeful. My wolf howls in approval, the bond between us solidifying with each passing second.
“So… what now?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Well, first, I think we should probably enjoy the rest of the wedding,” I suggest, motioning back toward the doors. “And then… maybe we can talk about what it means to be a wolf and a witch together?”
“I’d like that,” she replies, and as we walk back inside, I can’t shake the feeling that this is just the beginning of something extraordinary.
The music swells as we step back into the celebration, and I can already picture the adventures ahead of us — two unlikelysouls navigating a world filled with magic and strength, love and acceptance.
And as I glance at Wren, her laughter ringing like music in my ears, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect this bond. No matter the challenges that lie ahead, I’m ready to embrace our fate together.
1
SUNSHINE AND PANCAKES
Harrison
The music thrumsthrough the air, a soft, melodic backdrop to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. I hold Wren in my arms, her laughter spilling like sunlight through the dimly lit ballroom of the packhouse. The celebration stretches out around us, a tapestry of faces — some familiar, others not, all gathered to honor Wyatt and Octavia’s Luna Ceremony. But all I can focus on is Wren.
Her hair, a cascade of blonde curls, brushes against my skin as she leans her head against my chest. I breathe in the scent of her — a mix of wildflowers and pancakes, something uniquely Wren. It’s intoxicating. She lifts her face, her blue eyes shimmering like the ocean under the moonlight, and says, "You smell like a day at the beach."
I chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest. “A day at the beach?” I ask, leaning down to capture her gaze. “What does that even mean?”
Her eyes twinkle like stars, a mixture of mischief and affection. “You know, like sunshine and saltwater. It’s comforting.”
I can’t help but smile at my Little Bird. The nickname dances on my tongue, a perfect reflection of her free spirit and the way she makes me feel. My wolf stirs inside me, a soft growl of approval echoing in my mind.
“We’re lucky to find our Little Bird”, he reminds me, and I can’t help but agree.
“Then I’ll take it as a compliment,” I reply, a grin spreading across my face. Unable to resist the urge any longer, I lean in closer, brushing my lips against hers. The kiss starts slow and tentative, an exploration that ignites every nerve ending in my body. Wren makes a happy noise, and the sound sends a thrill through me. I smile against her lips, drawing her closer, feeling the warmth radiate from her as if she were the sun itself.
As our lips part, I look into her eyes, sparkling with joy. “Let’s get some air,” I suggest, my voice low and inviting. “The garden’s quieter.”
“Lead the way,” she replies, her smile lighting up the dimness around us.
Hand in hand, we slip away from the celebration, the sounds fading into the background as we step into the cool embrace of the night. The scent of damp earth and crisp leaves fills the air, a reprieve from the heady atmosphere of the reception.
“I love it out here,” Wren says, taking a deep breath. “It’s peaceful.”
“Just like you,” I reply, and she blushes, the warmth in her cheeks making her even more enchanting.
“Let’s take a walk,” I suggest, nodding toward the garden, where the moonlight spills between the trees, casting shadows that dance like spirits. “We could use a little breathing room.”
Wren nods, her smile brightening as she slips her hand into mine. The cool fall night wrapping around us like a blanket. The air is crisp, carrying the distant sound of laughter from the reception.
“So, what’s it like living in a coven?” I ask as we stroll along the cobbled path, the crunch of leaves beneath our feet echoing in the stillness. “Is it similar to living with a pack?”
Wren looks thoughtful, her gaze drifting to the stars above. “In some ways, yes. There’s a sense of community, a bond that ties us together. But there are differences too. Coven life can be… complicated.” She hesitates, her expression shifting slightly.
“Complicated how?” I prompt, my curiosity piqued.
