Page 30 of Night with a Gamma
I agree, my heart racing at the thought of what’s to come. “Let’s gather everyone for one final training session before we call it a day.”
As we assemble the pack and coven members, I can see the determination etched on their faces. They’re ready to fight, ready to protect what we hold dear.
“Tonight, we’ll practice our spells and combat techniques,” I announce, my voice steady. “We’ll focus on working together, combining our strengths to create a formidable defense.”
The pack members cheer, their energy palpable as we move into our training session. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, igniting a fire within me that propels me forward.
The night unfolds, we train hard, each spell and maneuver bringing us closer together. The laughter and camaraderie fill the air, and I can’t help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within me.
“Let’s take a break!” I finally call out, raising my hands to signal a pause. We gather in a circle, catching our breath and sharing stories of our victories and challenges.
Harrison moves closer to me, his expression filled with warmth. “You’ve done an incredible job today, Little Bird. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, baby,” I reply, feeling a blush creep to my cheeks. “I couldn’t have done it without the support of everyone here.”
As the evening wears on, I take a moment to step outside, the cool night air brushing against my skin. The stars twinkle overhead, casting a serene glow over the pack territory. I close my eyes, allowing the magic of the night to envelop me.
But just as I begin to relax, I sense a shift in the atmosphere. The air grows heavy, charged with an energy that sends shivers down my spine. My instincts kick in, and I quickly turn to head back inside, a sense of urgency flooding my senses.
“Everyone!” I call out, my voice sharp with concern. “We need to be on high alert. I can feel something coming.”
The pack members exchange worried glances, and I can see the determination in their eyes. “We’ve prepared for this,” Harrison reassures me, stepping forward to stand at my side. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”
Just then, a distant howl echoes through the night, a chilling sound that reverberates in my bones. My heart races, and I can see the tension mounting among the pack. Then, the defense alarm blares.
“Get ready Waterton!” Wyatt commands, his voice steady as he steps forward. “We don’t know what’s out there, but we’ll stand together as a united front.”
As the pack members gather, I can feel the energy shifting again. The darkness is closing in, and I know that Lenore’s forces are drawing near. But we are prepared. Together, we are a force to be reckoned with.
“Wren,” Harrison murmurs, his voice low as he leans closer to me. “Stay by my side. Whatever happens, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I nod, my heart racing as I meet his gaze. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll face this together.”
With that, we stand shoulder to shoulder, ready to confront whatever hell my sister is bringing with her. The night is thick with tension, but I can feel the fire of determination igniting within us.
16
FAMILY TURMOIL
Harrison
The night is chargedwith an energy that crackles in the air, a palpable tension that gnaws at my instincts. I stand beside Wren, my mate, my heart racing in tandem with the thrumming of the protective barrier surrounding our territory. The moon hangs high, casting an ethereal glow upon the forest, but tonight it feels ominous. It is not just the shadows of the trees or the rustle of leaves that unsettle me; it is the dark forces gathering on the outskirts of our land, seeking to breach our sanctuary.
Wren stands tall, her fiery aura flickering like a flame in the wind, a vivid contrast against the encroaching darkness. Her confidence radiates, yet I can sense the flicker of uncertainty within her — a reflection of my own turmoil. I want to shift, to let my wolf take over, to become the beast that can protect her fiercely. But I hesitate, not wanting to tear my gaze away from her. It’s a moment of silent communication between us; she nods ever so slightly, and that is all the encouragement I need.
A deep growl rumbles from within, and in an instant, my body transforms. Bones shift, muscles stretch, and I am nolonger Harrison the man but Harrison the wolf — a deadly creature of white fur, standing tall and proud beside my mate. The shift is seamless, the world sharpening into focus as my senses heighten. I feel Wren’s energy coursing through me, and it ignites a primal instinct to protect, to fight for our bond.
I nuzzle into her shoulder, a gesture of reassurance that I am here, that I will always be here. She is my Little Bird, and nothing will harm her while I draw breath. My wolf and I share a singular thought:we must capture one of the enemies and eliminate the rest.The thought is raw, unfiltered, and filled with the promise of a future filled with peace for us and our pack.
As I scan the surroundings, my focus sharpens on the edges of the forest. There, between the trees, I catch a glimmer — a witch, casting spells with purpose, intent etched across her features. I recognize her immediately — Lenore, Wren’s sister, the very embodiment of darkness. The air around her crackles with malevolent energy as she weaves her magic, cutting holes in the protective barrier that Wren’s coven has fought so hard to maintain.
“Lenore,” Wren whispers, the name a soft, pained breath that cuts into me like a knife. The weight of her sister’s betrayal hangs heavy in the air. I can see it in Wren’s eyes, the conflict that rages within her. Lenore has chosen this path of destruction, and it is clear she will stop at nothing to achieve her goals.
The protective barrier falters under Lenore's relentless assault, and I can feel the tension snap as the first wave of rogues breaches the shield. My heart races, primal instincts kicking in as I prepare to defend my mate, my pack. Agatha, the High Priestess, steps up with a fierce resolve, casting a powerful wind that slams into a group of rogues charging toward Octavia, Wyatt, Poppy and Dalton. The wind howls, a force of nature that sends several of them sprawling.
But my focus is on Wren. I can see her locking gazes with Lenore, the battle of wills palpable. I sense her hesitation, the flicker of love battling against the need to protect us all. She raises her hands, gathering energy, and for a heartbeat, I worry she might falter. But then, with a fierce flick of her wrist, she unleashes a dark blue flaming ball of energy, hurling it toward her sister.
The spell strikes Lenore, illuminating the night with a burst of fire, but the moment is fleeting as Lenore deflects it with a water shield. I feel the surge of anger rise within me as I watch Wren struggle, and just then, I spot a rogue wolf creeping toward us, muscles tensed for an ambush. My instincts kick in, and I spring into action, catching the rogue off guard before sinking my teeth into its flesh, a fierce growl escaping my throat.
