The Woodland Packs

“Then give me four more weeks. After that, I’ll hand Celeste over to you and you can do with her as you will.”

There was a gasp, a whisper on the wind that tugged at my attention, but I couldn’t focus on it.

This was too important.

“What will four weeks change?” Trevor asked.

“I told you, our pack is childless, and she’s pregnant with my baby. Let me get my kid from her first. It’s only a few short weeks away, then you can have her.”

Oh my God, my heart actually hurt to say the words.

Never!

“You’ll surrender her to me?”

Like hell I would.

“Of course, once I’ve got my baby you can have the human.”

My wolf screamed inside my mind. Howled like a crazy at the moon. But I wasn’t stopping this line of argument.

It gave us time, and it showed the pack how crazy the bears truly were.

“Okay, then we can talk about a treaty. My father is gone, and honestly, I just want to get on with our lives. Though… I’ve seen your houses and I want one like that. We don’t have what you do.”

That’s because you’re fucking lazy!

“We’re all tradesmen, we can help you with everything. Let me go back to the elders to work out a deal.”

Like hell we were working for free for these guys.

“Fine, wolf. You get your four weeks. Then we’re coming for the little slut.”

I nodded and we retreated.

We had to get back to the pack.

The smell on the breeze was strangely familiar to me.

Who was it…?

“What the fuck was that?” Dex spat at me, finally speaking.

My wolf was bursting through my skin.

“Calm your farm, Dex.”

I began to strip a

nd so did the other two, the energy between us burning angry and bright.

“I bought us time. Nothing else. Those bears are gonna die.”

My wolf ripped through my body, unable to stay human with so much frustration boiling through my blood.

We were soon running back to the pack and around the forest that protected our families.

There didn’t seem like a way around this war now. We’d have to fight.