After her conversation with Sawyer, Waverly left the grand room and made her way to up the entry staircase to her bedroom. Once she reached the landing, she heard a door downstairs shut and then jumbled voices, one of which sounded like Christopher. She paused and listened closely, unable to fully make out what was being said. As she started to make her way back down the steps, she could hear the voices coming closer to her through the kitchen. Waverly quickly climbed back up the stairs and hid around the corner of the hallway near the banisters."You can't be serious," Christopher's voice echoed through the halls. "Giving up the sacrifices is giving up your chance to break the curse!" Sawyer must have broken the news to him once he returned. "It's either me, or the lives of those women," she heard Sawyer reply. Their voices were coming closer. "Then it's the lives of the women! Sawyer, you have to break this," Christopher pleaded as they entered the entryway from the dining r
As the next day began, Waverly hopped out of bed and changed her outfit, making her way out of the room to the entry. She grabbed her coat, which now hung proudly in the closet beside all of the other resident's outerwear and tossed on her runners. While she was tying up the last lace, Sawyer walked out from the living room looking at the tablet in his hand. He caught Waverly's figure out of the corner of his eye, bent down fixing her shoes. "Where are you headed?" Waverly jolted up, startled at the sudden voice coming from in front of her. She threw a hand to her heart and saw Sawyer chuckling. "Oh God," she mumbled. "Make some noise next time."Sawyer coughed. "There." Waverly stood up and grabbed her bag off the hook. "Gee, thanks." "So, where are you going?"Waverly slung her bag over her shoulder, stopping short of the door. "I was thinking about heading into town to sight see." "Hmmm," Sawyer said while he swiped once on the tablet. "Well, have fun." He started
"Holy cr*p," Darren cried. "What the heck are you doin' here?" he said as him and Sawyer met halfway around the bar and embraced. Sawyer patted him on the back during their hug and pulled back, keeping his hands on Darren's forearms. "Well, someone convinced me to get out of the house for once." He gestured towards Waverly, who gave Darren a small wave. "I knew I'd be seein' you again," Darren said, wagging his finger in the air at her. "How'd you do it?" Waverly snickered. "It took a lot of convincing, but I told him how much the Crimson Shadows need him and thought a trip into town might drive the point home." Sawyer assessed her. "You tricked me." Waverly smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Darren turned back to Sawyer, his face thoughtful. "She's right though, Sawyer. Things haven't been the same without ya. We're together, united by our loyalty to you, but we need our Alpha. A pack—" "Is only as strong as their Alpha, I know," Sawyer said, completing his sentence for
Waverly entered her bedroom that evening after dinner with an overpowering sense of vigour and confidence towards the upcoming Lunar Eclipse. Even though she didn't quite know if her and Sawyer were meant to be mates, she had an unexplainable feeling of assurance after their meeting that they could really work this out one way or another together. She unzipped her dress and stepped out of it into her sweatpants and an oversized sweater, making sure to grab a book before climbing onto the lounge chair that sat in the corner of the room. She opened her novel to the indented page and began skimming the pages when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she called out, without lifting her eyes from the text. Waverly listened, hearing the door open and then click shut. Footsteps approached her and a figure plopped down into the chair beside her. Her eyes glanced up from the top of the book."Waverly," Christopher said with a grin on his face. "Christopher, we really have to stop
Waverly sat at the dining room table, her plate covered in salmon and sweet potatoes. She took a bite as Sawyer watched her from the seat beside her. Every other night for the past few days, the pair had met for dinner to organize plans for the upcoming Lunar Eclipse. Despite being unable to rid herself of the conversation she and Christopher had almost a week prior, she still had not opened up to Sawyer regarding her concerns. Did he even know the type of death he would be facing if this didn't work? What if he didn't? Wouldn't it be better to not place that burden on him in this moment? She looked back at him, searching his eyes for an answer, but there was nothing. "How's the food?" he asked. Waverly looked down at her food, picking up a piece of meat with her fork. "Every dinner we've had, we've talked about the Lunar Eclipse and now you want to discuss the food?" Sawyer wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin and then set it beside his plate. "What do you want to ta
Her heart seemed to seize as the wolf jumped forward and for the first time in her life, she didn't have the strength to transform. It was as if everything had shut down on her—her instincts, frozen. The man's eyes grew larger the closer he got and then just as quickly, they turned their attention to beside her, and Matteus' form seemed to shrink as she fell back onto the ground. Sawyer leaped in front of her, attacking Matteus full force, still in his human form. Matteus, caught off guard, staggered back. He paused and looked up at Sawyer, his eye colour illuminated by his dark fur. Then, he charged forward, pushing Sawyer into the trees behind him. As Sawyer's body made impact with the base, he crumpled and slid down into the pile of leaves on the ground. Matteus watched as Sawyer attempted to stand, only for him to fall back down. Matteus huffed and then turned to join the others when he was knocked from the side. He rolled near the slope of the hill and once he slowed, he glanc
The next time Waverly awoke, the sun had set and her room was dark, given a small light that sat on her nightstand. She sat up in her bed slowly and agony jolted through her arm, which was held up in a sling, making her wince. She raised her other hand and touched the bandages on her face, covering what was deep cuts and scrapes."You're awake," a voice said, somewhat surprised. Beside her in an armchair sat Sawyer, who was watching her intently. "Wh-what happened?" she said, bringing her one hand to her forehead, which was pounding almost as badly as her arm. Sawyer leaned over to the nightstand and handed her medication and a glass of water. "You fell unconscious after the fight. One of the rouges attacked you and you broke your arm. Here, take this." Waverly took the pill and chased it down with a drink. She reached over and placed the cup back on the table. "Ugh, my head." Then almost instantly, she got an overwhelming feeling of nausea. Waverly blew up her cheeks to pre
By the second day, Waverly began to regain alertness and awareness of her surroundings. By the fourth day, she had reclaimed her strength, and by the sixth, she was feeling more like herself. While recovering, she was often visited by Felicity, who brought her meals and anything else she needed, as well as Christopher, who still made his rounds to ensure her safety, but also her compliance with their ongoing plan. The fate Christopher presented to her—burning under the Blood Moon—was not a favourable outcome, but the more she came to know Sawyer and the Crimson Shadow pack, the more leaving also didn't seem ideal. Every day since the battle with the rogue wolves and Waverly's injuries, Sawyer had come to check on her, tending to her dressings and having the pack healer examine her arm, which now was placed in a cast. Her pain had subsided, and so had the vomiting; however, she still had the occasional headaches, which were more intense than usual. She swung her legs over the bedsid