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Chapter 169
Dallas hasn’t move.
nd neither have I. My body hasn’t felt this good in such a long time.
I’m rooted into the
have all been relaxed; he’s medicinal without the cough.
r to leave my spot. The very fibers in my muscles
with no ambitio
Slow, deliberate fingertip pressure traces along my collarbone. His lips press against the back of my head. A desirable warmth spreads all over my body with the way his touch affects me. He keeps repeating this calming motion as Caleb is unraveling before my eyes.
“Caleb, try to take some deep breaths.” Dallas speaks at a volume only his brother can hear. He doesn’t want the wind to carry his words.
“It’s hard, Dallas.” His eyes are scanning back and forth, sometimes stopping their sweep as
if he has seen something, but it was only the wind.
“I know. How do you want this to play out? Do you want me standing on your left when they come, or do you want me to take the lead?” A few minutes go by before Caleb answers
back.
“If I start acting like a fool, I want you just to thunder punch me in the throat, drop me
hard. Put me out of my misery.” Somehow his words cut the tension, and we all start to laugh. Belac and the Wildflower Gang round the corner with her in the lead, head held
high. She’s walking with a hard purpose.
Her topaz eyes hold such great sorrow at this moment. Her world is unraveling around her.
Grim faces greet us, tear–stained cheeks of the females. All in a single line behind their leader, with heads bowed down. They look as if they are in a funeral procession, slow shuffling along, quiet as if already in mourning for their fate.
All wear black on black, armed with silver.
Caleb’s face is no longer holding the usual smile.
Standing with a smooth grace, he puffs himself up to his full height. Dallas gets up from behind me, a hand gripping my hand helping me up. Dallas angles his body slightly in front
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of me.
The group halts their progress, looking at me sideways, contempt in their stare as eyes me mine that is no longer hidden behind the burden of fake lenses.
“We trusted you. It I you.” Belac’s voice rises as she steps forward. Dallas takes his own step toward her, with a low warning growl.
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Look at the destruction you brought to us.” Her Wildflowers look cut down. No longer the happy group that has found their place in a special community, now unease is spread among them.
The male is missing; that was the only real soldier of the group. Is he a deserter?
Treasure remains hidden behind Belac. The only reason I know she’s there is because I can smell a deep–seated fear that slithers out from behind Belac. It leaves a lingering taste at the back of my throat of her ruination.
“Who are you really?” Belac’s eyes fall to mine, each syllable said slowly, lingering in the air for me to swallow.
I can’t answer her back
“What? I can’t hear you.” Arms crossing over her chest, she looks me up and down. Her eyes never once fall on Caleb. It’s as if he’s unimportant in this minute.
“I never lied to you.
“You omitted the truth.” Her stronger comeback her voice rising just barely. The wind picks up, the material of my skirt tickling my ankles as it sways back and forth.
“Is Rya even your name?” She tilts her head, eyes cunning and strong. This she wolf is tuned up; vibrations are pulsing out of her as if a tuning fork has been struck. Her aggression is not silent. I see a flash of canines my way, and a shiver of fear pulses out of
- me.
“Watch yourself, female. Think before you act.” Dallas is like the tide rising up to his full height, threatening to engulf everyone in his presence. They take a collective step
backward, even Relac
“We have no problem with you, wolf” She points her fingerhis way, “pad” He says nothing back, instead looking at Caleh, who’s just watching her, taking everything in one flaring slightly, shises running down his body, I can see the slight tremble of her body a well with his close.
She conceals it much better.
“My name’s Rya. I didn’t lie to you. I just didn’t tell you everything This is my battle to fight, not Dallas’s, as I try to stand in front of him. They all turn to me
A betrayal, that’s what I see staring back at me. Their trust in me broken. This is a group of hardy survivors that have been the bottom of the bottoms, the outcasts, rejects of packs. They have never held true friendship until coming under Belac’s reign.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you more about me. I just didn’t want to spoil what I had with all of you.” Looking each one in the eyes, I try to convey the mistake I made not telling them my
story.
“You should have told us. You could have trusted us with your secret.” Her topaz eyes are luminous, reflecting the dimming light with golden hues. It’s fascinating what you can see when you really pay attention to the details.
