Page 45 of Night with a Gamma
Once everyone has gathered in the main hall, I take a deep breath, ready to address the pack. Harrison stands beside me, his presence a pillar of strength as I prepare to share what happened.
“Thank you all for coming,” Alpha Wyatt begins, his voice steady but firm. “Last night, we faced a dark force that threatened our pack. We contained it, but we need to remain vigilant. Wren, you can explain more to the pack.”
Murmurs ripple through the crowd, and I raise my hand for silence. “The figure we encountered — cloaked in shadows — was seeking a powerful artifact, one we have secured for now. However, we must understand that the darkness is persistent. It will look for opportunities to return.”
“What do we do if it comes back?” one of the warriors asks, his brows furrowed with concern.
“We fight,” Harrison responds, his voice unwavering. “But we need to be prepared. Wren, Beta Dalton and I, along with our fearless Alpha will lead the efforts to protect our home and ourpeople. We’ll gather more information about the artifact and the darkness we faced.”
“We also need to strengthen our defenses,” I add, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. “We’ll work together to create protective wards around the Pack House and the surrounding territory.”
A ripple of determination spreads through the crowd as they nod in agreement. “We’re with you, Wren. Whatever it takes for the Waterton Pack,” another warrior declares, voice strong.
As the discussions continue, I can feel the energy shifting from fear to resolve. The pack is united, a family bound by love and loyalty, and together, we will face whatever challenges lie ahead.
After the meeting, I pull Harrison aside, the weight of the night still lingering in my thoughts. “Do you think we’ll be ready?” I ask, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
“I believe in us,” he replies, his eyes steady as he meets my gaze. “We’re stronger together, and we have the pack behind us. We’ll figure this out.”
I nod, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. “Thank you for always believing in me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You don’t have to,” he smiles, and I can see the warmth in his eyes. “We’re a team. Always.”
As the day unfolds, we dive into preparations, gathering the pack to strengthen our defenses and educate everyone about the darkness we faced. We work tirelessly, weaving protective wards into the very fabric of our home, ensuring that no shadows can encroach upon our territory.
But even as we build barriers, I can’t shake the feeling that the darkness is still out there, waiting for the right moment to strike. I turn to my magic, drawing on the fire within me to illuminate the shadows, to protect the ones I love.
As night falls once more, I find myself standing on the porch, gazing out at the moonlit woods. The air is thick with possibility, and I can feel the energy of the pack humming around me. It’s a reminder that we’re not alone in this fight. We have each other, and together, we will face whatever comes our way.
Harrison joins me, his presence a comforting weight beside me. “Ready for another night of vigilance?” he asks, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
I smile, feeling the warmth of our bond wash over me. “As long as you’re by my side, I’m ready for anything.”
And as we stand together, the shadows may still linger, but I refuse to let them define us. We are mates, bound by love and magic, and together we will rise against the darkness, igniting a fire that will illuminate the night.
With each passing moment, I know the battle is far from over, but I hold onto the hope that we will emerge stronger, united against the shadows that threaten to tear us apart. Together, we’ll forge a path through the darkness, lighting the way for ourselves and for those we hold dear.
And as the moon hangs high in the sky, I vow to protect my pack, my family, and my mate, embracing the fire within me and the love that binds us all.
23
BBQS AND BATTLES
Harrison
The weight barin the gym presses down on me, each rep a reminder of the burden I carry as Gamma of the Waterton Pack. I can feel the strain in my muscles and the sweat beading on my brow, but it’s not just the workout that’s making my heart race; it’s the thought of Wren. She’s become my anchor in this storm of chaos that surrounds us, and today, I’m trying to keep a brave face for her.
Yesterday was a whirlwind. Wren contained a magic in that blue artifact stone, and though I tried to act unfazed, the truth is, I’m deeply worried. The rogue problem is still looming over us like a specter, and the Rogue King, that elusive fucker, feels closer than ever yet still out of reach. My wolf senses it too — the unease, the tension in the air.
My wolf growls, “We’re not done with him, not by a long shot.”
“Come on, Harrison! One more set!” Dalton’s voice breaks through my thoughts, and I focus back on the weights in front of me. I push through, feeling the burn in my arms, but all Ican think about is Wren and her enchanting abilities. Something about her magic resonates with me, amplifying my instincts, sharpening my intuition. I can feel her presence like a warm flame in my chest, but it also means I’m more aware of the dark shadows lurking around us.
With a final grunt, I rack the weights and wipe the sweat from my brow. Just as I’m catching my breath, the door swings open, and Wren strides in. She’s a vision, her sun kissed blonde hair cascading down her back in waves, and even in a sports bra and those yellow and green tie dye yoga pants she loves so much, she radiates strength and beauty. My heart skips a beat.
“Hey there, strong man,” she teases, her eyes sparkling. “I see you’ve been working hard.”
“Only because I have to keep up with my amazing mate,” I reply, grinning. I can’t help but feel a surge of pride for her. She’s not just a witch; she’s a force of nature, and I’m grateful to have her by my side.
