GREY
I’ve barely slept.
The fucking Dragons dog piled us this morning. Attacked us from the front and the rear.
The fight has lasted well into the night. Looks like we won’t be going to the ball after all.
I’m at the supply tent with Wes who’s sitting on the ground. The battle is still being fought in the clearing.
We’re both exhausted. I pound back some water. “Fuck. I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take.” Wes says, breathing heavy and barely able to keep his eyes open.
“It’s almost over, Lil bro. I can feel it.” I hand him a cup of water.
Sitting beside him, I hit his knee and point up. “Look.”
He looks up at the deep blue moon over head almost at its peak. “Guess it’s not my year after all.”
He looks down, rolling his cup in his hands.
I bump him. “It’s OK. There’s always next year.”
He gives a half smile. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Come on. Let’s pound some dragon ass for making us miss our party.” I jab him.
“Ok.” He mumbles.
I know Wes was really wanting to find his fated. He’s been talking about it since we were 15. He’s definitely the more romantic of the two of us. I have no doubt he’ll find his soon. He really deserves it.
We rejoined the battle. I’m a one man killing machine spilling blood like there’s no tomorrow. My wolf is tearing off heads and necks when I have to stop.
“Grey, what the hell?” Wes says through the link as he fights the Dragon he has pinned. He sees that I’m standing like stone while fighting rolls all around me. “Grey?”
My wolfs head turns slowly in a direction. I can’t breathe. The air pressure dropped to the floor. I’m burning up.
I turn in my spot. “What is that?” My wolf is sniffing around.
“What is what?” Wes kills the wolf under him and jumps on another one. “Grey, quit screwing around! You want to die?’
“It’s this way.” I say softly through the link.
“Grey!” Wes calls as I leave him behind.
I follow the air. The battle is gone. I’m walking alone in the clearing. The air is electric. Lighting bolts strike my spine with every step my paws make.
There’s a rope on my chest. I’m being led somewhere. Somethings calling me. I can’t breathe, but I can breathe at the same time. My heart is about to explode out of my chest.
I can hear Wes screaming in the link, but he’s a million miles away.
Then it hits me. “Strawberries.” I drawl in my mind. My nose is being tickled in directions all around me. I’m following it loyally. My wolf stalks through the piles of fighting wolves. Then I see it. A flash of blonde.
My head snaps to the direction. My wolf growls.
The blonde flash runs in another direction and again my wolfs head snaps to follow it.
Honestly, I don’t know how I’m not getting jumped right now, but I’m sure if I was, the one who did the jumping would be torn to pieces. With what I’m feeling right now, I’m a wolf on a mission. There’s something here that I want and I’ll kill anything to get it.
Another blonde flash and that’s all my wolf needs. With a possessive growl, he runs after it.
He sees her. Her tail bobbing and weaving around fights. She jumps one of our fighters. She’s tearing at him like he’s her next meal.
“Oh no you don’t, foxy lady.” My wolf lowers his head and runs at her. Side swiping her across the grass.
She gets to her paws and growls. Her soft, sparkling blonde fur glowing in the blue moonlight.
Then I feel it. The mate bond snap between us.
The pull to her is intense. My chest is being crushed under the pressure of it and the only thing to relieve it is to grab her and kiss her within an inch of her life.
My wolf stands tall and whines. I shift. Her wolf pulls back and shifts too.
I stare at the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. Sandy blonde hair, big, brown eyes. Soft skin. Small frame, but fit and firm. I’m drooling. I can feel changes happening inside. I need her now.
My eyes never leave hers as I tilt my head forward slightly. The corner of my mouth tugs up in a hungry smirk.
“Mate.” I growl.
She stares for a moment. Then a look crosses her face that I wasn’t expecting. A look of complete and utter dread.
She throws her hands up. “No! Stay away from me!” She yells. She practically trips over herself trying to get away from me. She shifts and runs into the battle.
“Hey wait!” I yell and shift.
I chase her through the battle. I’m trying to keep up. She’s fucking fast. She’s also very slim and sleek. Her agility is through the roof. She moves like a fox. So swift and light. I have a small thought of how bendy she must be.
My wolf shakes his head and continues to run. Then I hear Wes through the link.
“Grey! Where are you?! I need fucking help!!”
I’m so close, but so far away. I look around and Wes is cornered by four Dragons.
I stop and look between pursuing my mate or helping my brother.
My wolf closes his eyes, whines and turns toward Wes. I jump through the wolves and beat them off.
“About fucking time!” Wes yells through the link.
I put my foxy lady on the back burner for now and save my brother. Grabbing a wolf by his back and slamming him into the ground. Stepping on his chest and head. I rip his throat out.
Wes does the same. He raises his head and spits the flesh on the ground. “Let go!”
We run into the battle. Maybe I’ll run into foxy lady again. I really hope so because my chest hurts. Like really hurts. My emotions are all over the place. I want to tear this battlefield apart to find her and for the most part, I did just that. I killed everything. But I still haven’t seen my mate. My beautiful foxy lady.
****
We fought for three fucking weeks. Until only 1500 Dragons lived. They turned and ran away.
I’ve scanned the battlefield three times now. Kicking at bodies, looking for any sign of shiny blonde fur. I’m hurt and relieved at the same time. Relieved that it appears she’s still alive, but hurt that she’s alive somewhere other than with me. I’ve never really thought about the fated mate bond, but the thoughts I did have never included the girl screaming and running from me like I had the plague. That stung hard. I mean, I’m easy on the eyes, right? Not a bad catch. She couldn’t get away from me fast enough. My heart aches. My guts are twisted up to the point I feel sick. My head feels like it’s in a vice. Most of all, I feel this God awful feeling of rejection. Is it supposed to hurt this bad?
As we walked the battle field, we noticed some weren’t Dragons at all.
I wave Bastian over. “Bastian. Look.” I point to a couple bodies.
Bastian squats down. There’s weird jewelry on them. Some of the human ones have weird tattoos and their fur colors are all wrong. They also smell weird. I’m mean, besides smelling dead.
I squat down beside him. “Who are they?” I turn my head to him.
He’s smiling. “Could it be true?”
I furrow my brow. “Could what be true?”
He looks at me. “Nomads.”
“What?”
He rips the jewelry off the necks of the dead wolves and stands. Examining the pieces. “There’s a myth. Legend actually. That deep in the forests, tribes of packs have been living in the trees. In solitude. They’ve only been seen in the corner of eyes and no evidence of them has ever been documented until today. It’s said they’re lost members of destroyed packs.”
“Why hide? I mean. They should know we want to help.” I put my hands on my hips.
“They don’t trust the outside world, but from the looks of it, they trust the Dragons enough to shore up their numbers. The question is why?”
Wes points across the field. “Look.”
We turn and a couple of soldiers are bringing two prisoners up from the trees.
We follow them to the camp. Bastian sits them down. Judging from the long hair and braids as well as funky jewelry, these aren’t Dragons. The big blonde guy with braids growls and snarls at us.
“Who are you?” Bastian stares them down.
They just glare. Growling like trapped dogs.
“What’s your name?” I ask the big, blonde guy. I squat down, trying to not look threatening.
“I have nothing to say to you, outsider.” He snarls.
“Outsider?” I arch a brow to Bastian.
“Obviously he’s a Nomad.” Bastian squats down. “We won’t hurt you. Tell us your name.”
“Tay Masters Leader of the Gildon pack.” He squints his eyes at both of us.
I turn my head thinking. “Gildon. Why does that sound familiar?”
Bastian rubbed his head. “It was the second pack Torrent hit over twenty years ago. Everyone was lost. He burned it to the ground. 1800 people.”
I hang my head. “Jesus. And they’ve been living in the woods ever since?”
Bastian nods. He turns to the next guy. He has a giant scar across his face. “What’s your name?”
He sticks his chin our growling. “Malakai. Alpha of the Turnik pack."
I look at Bastian. He nods. “Turnik was first on Torrent’s hit list.”
My face pained thinking that these men lost everything because of the fucking Dragons. Torrent and his crazy ass should be brought back and killed again.
“How many of you are there?” I ask. I’m trying to sound civil and respectful. I don’t want to set these guys off.
“Outsider. You do not stand a chance against us. We are loyal to the Alpha and we will see you all die at our feet!” Malakai grits.
“What Alpha?” I look confused.
“Chase Rennet is dead.” Bastian crosses his arms.
Tay looks at Malakai and Malakai nods.
Within a second, they kick their legs out in front and spring to their feet. They kick us in the chest sending us skidding across the grass. I lift my head and watch Malakai snap the silver laced ropes they had on and release Tay. The two shift and run fast to the other side of the battlefield. Disappearing into the trees.
I hold my head and get to my feet. “What the hell?”
Bastian stands brushing himself off. “The years in the forest must have built up their tolerance to silver. Either that or their strength is unmatched.”
My brow comes together as I stare at the trees. Could my foxy lady be a Nomad? I don’t think she was a Dragon. Her moves didn’t scream Dragon to me. She was definitely different.
There’s only one way I can find out. I need more information. I need to find my mate.
GREYIt’s been a month now and the pain is excruciating. It’s infecting my brain. It mostly hurts at night. Like I’m being attacked over and over. But it doesn’t feel like my pain. It’s weird. Every now and then, I’m hit with all kinds of emotions. Fear, shame, dread, anger all of it. Sometimes at the same time.I haven’t told anyone about my foxy lady. I’ve been trying to act normal, but avoid people at the same time. Anyone I do talk to, I lash out at because that seems to be the only way I can vent out these fucking emotions. My body feels like a spectator to some sick torture movie.I don’t understand what’s going on and what’s worse is I have no clue where to even start looking for her.Wes has been circling me like a vulture. Cornering me in the showers to find our what’s up with me. The last person I want to know is him.I’m leaning on the white tile wall with the shower head pouring water on my throbbing brain. The waters cold because I’m constantly running hot. Like I’ve had
GREYOk. So lets take stock here.I’m a giant ticking time bomb and if I don’t find my fated in a few months, I’ll go insane and tear the unit apart until they either have to kill me or I kill myself.This is just perfect.The pills the doc gave me are helping. I’m not my old self, but I’m able to function to a point where people aren’t questioning me anymore.I’m certainly not dancing down the hall normal. I just feel numb at this point. My emotions are suppressed. I’m glad for it, but I kind of hate not feeling anything.I’m pretty much robotic at my training sessions.During sparring, I’m working with a kid named Dell. He’s been struggling with offense so I’ve been working with him.I’m showing him a one two move and I accidently broke his arm. I didn’t even flinch.“Oh, sorry about that.” Was pretty much the only thing I could say as the poor bastard writhed on the ground.Blade ran over and dropped next to the kid. He looks up at me. “What the fuck man?”I shrug. “I didn’t do it
MIAI don’t know what he is, but I know he’s something.As I stood behind the tree, watching him walk away with the man who looks like him, I giggled at the sight of two of the man I met during the battle.“Grey.” I whispered. Testing his name again.I turn around and walk away. I don’t want to, but he can’t know me. I shouldn’t even be here.The only reason I came was because I can’t get him off my mind. I hear him, feel him and what I feel was heartbreaking. He doesn’t feel like the people I was raised by.I wasn’t sure about him when I saw him at first. I was drawn to him when he invited me to sit on the log.When he gave me that thing and shared his music with me, I was filled with a warm feeling. As I listened, I had vision of him. Holding me. I felt like I could feel his arms on me even though we haven’t been close.Whatever happened on the battlefield that night, it was strong. I didn’t understand what it was. I still don’t. But for months he’s been the only thing I can think a
MIAIt’s been at least five nights since I’ve seen Grey. I’m starting to feel every one of them.Sometimes, if I really concentrate, I feel like I’m right there with him. Feeling what he’s feeling. Today is no exception. I don’t know what’s happening, but he feels happy. I try to figure out what he’s so happy about. It’s almost like a game for me. Guessing what makes Grey happy.I can’t see him. Not in the present sense. I see him smiling on that log.I can sometimes hear him in my mind. Like when Tay talks without moving his mouth. These are my favorite times because I sit and listen to his deep voice. I don’t know if he’s talking to other people, but it’s fun just to listen to his thoughts.From his thoughts, I determined he’s an Alpha. He has a brother named Wes. I can pretty much conclude that Wes is the man that looks like Grey.Grey likes his music. Though he thinks he can sing, I giggle because he can’t. He tries. I think it’s sweet.He’s also some sort of trainer. I hear his s
GREYI’m sitting in the transport truck. It’s bouncing as we speed to a location we’re told is Helena, but I know from history, Helena was destroyed when Torrent attacked so I’m not sure where exactly were going.My leg is bouncing as I lean on my knees. My eyes glued to the floor of the truck. I only glance up long enough to see Tony and his evil stare as he sits across from me. His hazel eyes boring holes in my brain.As I struggle to cage my wolf, I look at him. “Sorry, man.” I grumble.His eyes never falter and he doesn’t say a word. He just throws daggers at me.Wes is beside me. “Hey, Tony. Cut him some slack. He’s...not himself.”“Yeah, well.” Tony growls. “Keep him away from me.”I look at Tony as his eyes flare.I look down, nodding.I hate that I hurt my friend and I can’t even explain myself. I’m not ready to even try to explain what this is.Not until I find foxy lady and figure this out. I have a really good feeling she’s going to be at this fight.I run my hands to the n
MIAMy chest hurt. I didn’t understand what was happening. I’ve never had these feelings before. But when Grey left me in the cage, I wanted to cry. I could tell he was angry with me. I did something wrong. I don’t exactly know what. I can only think it’s because he wants to be where I am and he can’t. The Alpha would never allow it. He doesn’t know the danger he’s in.When he left, it made me very sad. I waited for him to come back, but he didn’t. Instead, others came for me.A big man in a uniform. He grabbed me and took me to a room. I was scared. I wanted Grey. I don’t know where I am. Grey was familiar and made me feel better. Now, he’s gone.I was taken into the room. I’m nervous and hide my face. The tall Alpha with long hair is scary. The dark haired Alpha is loud. The blonde haired Alpha is quiet which is OK. Then I see Alpha Lucius. I think he can help me. He can take me back to my village and out of here.“Where am I?” I squeak.“You’re with the outsiders.” Alpha Lucius say
GREYThe pounding.Make it stop.Why won’t it stop?I sit on the floor of my room holding my hair in my hands with my elbows on my knees.It’s crushing my head. Turning my brain to pulp. Just pounding and pounding away.I’m in the dark because the light hurts my eyes. I’m dripping in sweat and shaking.“Grey! Open the door!” It’s Wes.“Go away!” I growl loudly.“No! Sorry, bro. I’m not leaving until you open this door.” He yells through the door to my room.“FUCK OFF!!” I scream a growl and throw my lamp. It’s shatters on it.“Grey. Brother. Please. I want to help. Let me help you.” He says.“You can’t help me, Wes! No one can.” I hold my head tighter. I feel like my brain is going to explode.“Grey. Open the door. Please.” He pleads.He’s not going away and if I know my brother, he’ll never leave me alone. As twins, we don’t like it when one of us hurting and we will do anything to try and fix it. I better let him in before smashes the door down.I get up and walk to the door. My hea
GREY“Grey?”I jolt up. The sun burns my eyes and I reach up to shield them. Looking around, I grow confused when I see im in a field. I can feel the warmth of the sun. I see the breeze making the field flowers dance.“Are you ok?”“Who’s there?” I rise to my feet. Walking slowly in a circle. I scan the treeline edge for signs of movement.“I’m here.”I turn in the direction of the treeline. Walking slowly past the first trunks.I hear a tiny giggle echo through the trees.“Who’s there?” I scowl. I’m in no mood to be played with.“Hello.”I spin around and there she is. My face softens. She’s standing in a cute oversized pink sweater. My breath was completely taken away. Her big blue eyes find mine and I’m lost. My hands ache to touch her baby like cheeks. Her soft lips beg mine to kiss them. Desire swirls around in my gut.She’s got a small smile on her face.I look around. “Where am I?”She slowly takes a finger and taps her temple.“You’re doing this?” I step closer.She nods.“How