Page 49 of Night with a Gamma
Together, we move through the crowd, reassuring pack members and helping to ease their anxiety. I catch snippets of conversations, people discussing the rogue threat and recalling tales of past skirmishes. It’s a reminder that we’re all in this together, but it also reinforces the weight of the danger we face.
As the night deepens, I find myself standing beside Wren, watching as the bonfire crackles and pops. The flames dance, casting flickering shadows against the trees that line the clearing. It’s beautiful, yet the beauty is tinged with a sense of foreboding.
“Do you think they’ll come for us tonight?” Wren asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I can see the concern etched in her features, and it pains me to know that she carries this weight.
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. “But we need to be prepared for anything. The Rogue King is cunning. He won’t come at us directly unless he thinks he has the upper hand.”
Wren nods, her expression resolute. “We’ll be ready. We have each other, and we have the pack. I should call my mother but something is telling me that I don’t think we have time.”
Her words bring me a little comfort, but I can still feel the evil lurking in the distance, the uncertainty gripping my heart. As I scan the tree line, I catch sight of movement — a flicker, perhaps, or a shadow darting between the trees. My heart races, and I instinctively reach for Wren, pulling her closer.
“Did you see that?” I ask, my voice low and urgent.
Wren squints toward the woods, her aura reading kicking in as she focuses. “I don’t know. I can sense something, but it’s too faint to tell. We need to be on guard.”
Just then, Dalton returns, a few pack members trailing behind him. “The perimeter is clear for now, but we need to keep a watchful eye,” he reports, glancing between Wren and me. “Are you both alright?”
“We’re good,” I assure him, though I can feel the tension in my muscles. “Just keeping an eye on things.”
“Good. I’ll make sure the others are alert,” Dalton replies before heading back to his patrol.
Wren turns to me, her expression serious. “Harrison, if something happens, I want you to promise me that you’ll keep yourself safe. I can’t lose you.”
My heart aches at her words, but I can’t let fear dictate my actions. “You won’t lose me, Wren. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and the pack. You know that.”
She nods, but I can see the fear in her eyes. “I know, but I can’t help but worry. It’s my nature, I guess.”
“Trust in our bond,” I say, my voice firm yet gentle. “We’re stronger together. Whatever comes, we’ll face it side by side.”
As we stand together, Wren’s presence steadies me. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, letting her warmth wash over me.
“Mhmm mate, yes, we love mate,”my wolf murmurs lovingly even though he feels the danger is just out of reach.
“Let’s get back to the others,” I suggest, breaking the tension. “We need to keep the atmosphere light.”
Wren smiles, her expression softening, and we make our way back to the bonfire, joining the pack members who are attempting to keep the mood up with stories and laughter. It’s a small comfort amidst the looming threat, but I know we need it.
25
HE’S BAACCKK…
Harrison
As the night drags on,my instincts scream at me to prepare, to stay alert. But as I glance at Wren, laughing with Poppy and Octavia, I also recognize the importance of this moment — the camaraderie, the unity of our pack.
“Hey, let’s play a game!” I suggest, my voice rising above the chatter. “How about a round of truth or dare?”
Wren’s eyes light up, and I can see her enthusiasm returning. “That sounds fun! We need to lighten the mood.”
“Alright! Who’s in?” I call out, and a few pack members cheer, their spirits lifting as they gather around the bonfire. I feel a surge of hope as laughter fills the air once more, and I know that this unity is what makes us strong.
As the game begins, we share secrets and laugh at silly dares. For a moment, I can almost forget about the danger lurking in the shadows. I watch Wren as she takes a dare to do the robot dance on the picnic table, her laughter infectious. She moves with grace, her wavy hair swirling around her like a halo, and I can’t help but smile.
“Alright, my turn!” she calls out, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She points at me, and I brace myself. “Harrison, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I reply, my heart pounding. I can feel the energy in the air shift, and I know she’ll think of something amusing.
“I dare you to howl like your wolf and then do your best impression of Alpha Wyatt,” she says, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.
