So I have been trying really hard to correct the grammatical errors you guys point out. I went through and looked for all the there and theirs. Chapter five was done two days after four was put out, but I wanted to make sure that the grammar doesn't distract from the story. So I do have an editor, but we are both human and have a tendency to miss things. So I apologize for both of us.
Secondly, some of the characters are based off of people and real life and one of the stories she told me demanded this sexual interlude. I hope that you all enjoy it. Also I wanted to give some insight into pack lives, although the sex kind of dominates. I hope you enjoy it and as always comments are thoroughly enjoyed.
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-silent
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"Time is irrelevant. What you do with that irrelevance is of the utmost importance. Because irrelevance is necessary in society. Choose how you measure it. Instead of measuring them in the movements of arbitrary linear shapes or the flashing of electrified liquids or gasses or even the ever changing glide of the gilded orb in the sky. Measure them instead with the most sacred. Measure them with the steady intake and inhale of chemicals. Let your body keep track and when the most sacred ceases you will no longer be burdened with the irrelevance."
The Muddled Teachings of the Mistress of the Sisterhood
A black misty shroud left him cowering. Though it seemed as nothing more than mist, it attacked ferociously when Gregory had first attempted to attack. The space in which he lay was ambiguous, but gave off the feeling of being confined. His form was constantly shifting although he never felt attacked. There was nothing but the darkness, an unknown jailor in an unknown location.
Memory was fleeting. Snatches of conversation where he had no control over his mouth. Vicious blows to his family where he held no control over his limbs. His eyes, the eyes within his control, bled tears as he saw through eyes that wouldn't close the beating and raping of his pack. The pillaging of lives and murdering of innocence. Mostly, his heart thrummed with the pain of the loss of time. The innumerable seconds in which his life was stolen. He lashed out again, his wolf leaping to the surface and then the pain. As if each cell in his body were exploding. He could see the beginning and the end. The open and the close, the pain and suffering of every living being. The darkness beyond reveled each time the remembered pain of every living being burned through his mind.
It could have been minutes or seconds, time held no relevance in this place. He knew nothing of what went on, but the snatches of memory. Memories that were torture to his mind so he focused on the one thing he did have. No matter what happened to the physical form, his mind zeroed in on the steady pace of his breath. Always breathing. Breath meant life and life meant a chance. Then it was all gone. As if nothing had ever happened. His body fell into the same neutral feeling. The air felt no cooler or warmer and it didn't move. He knelt where he had landed.
The anger had taken over, as it had before and would again. For now he found the calm within his steady breathing. Though they pained him he allowed the memories of his daughter to come to mind. So many brief glances of her grown up. He watched as she fought at 14, fenced at 16, and danced at 19. He watched the fear in her eyes as she saw his form, but it wasn't him. It didn't take much to figure out that his body was not his to control at the moment. Not his to command an end to this violence, this treachery.
His anger boiled hot, but he tamped it down just as quickly. Swinging his daughter through the air. Her smiling face. Her magical laughter coloring the space between them. Her determination to be all grown up. His heart soared with the images as his mind swam with the memories. It had taken him so long to find them, to find the happiness in the midst of all the terror. He felt the weight of the world press on him. His arms felt heavy and his breathing labored, but he was breathing. Ragged gasping breathes pushing out of his lips. When he opened his eyes he saw Anise, one of Victoria's close friends. He pulled back his bloodied hands and moved away from her.
Then the darkness was there again before he could do any more.
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Natasia was frustrated, in more ways than one. Victoria's workouts were beyond strenuous and headed straight to torture and then incredibly painful. Still no matter how many times she tried to tell the girl this, she completely ignored the issue. Luckily for Natasia, her duties to the pack kept her away from Victoria's work outs most of the time. Being pack liaison was hectic. She fielded calls for pack visits, requests to travel across pack lands, and any possibly disputes, came through her first. What she needed was a break; all she had was more to do. The pack was all a buzz with the upcoming mating. Mating for her was nothing but hectic. While the whole pack stopped to celebrate their Alpha's happiness, she would be planning the parties, meetings, and luncheons. She would be scanning gifts and ensuring no foul deeds would happen. She would have to keep most of the pack in line.
Natasia sighed. The list always grew, it never ended.
As stressed as she was, she never showed. She always presented the world with a calm, cool front. She let the things she had to do run through her mind as she walked through the compound. The mating that may not happen stood at the forefront. Ha...if Natasia was excellent at hiding, Victoria was the master. No matter how much the girl tried to hide it from herself, you had to be blind not to see the electricity shooting off of the two of them when they were around each other. It lit up the air surrounding them, Natasia was just anxious to see the day when Victoria finally accepted it.
She paused outside one of the teaching rooms. Shira stood at the front of the class instructing. She was a new addition to the pack. The Gaylen pack took part in an exchange program. Different packs would send members out to mix the blood lines. Natasia had been the one to interview Shira. She was shy and quiet, but was slowly coming out of her shell. She had already attracted the attention of Malacai. Who was extremely eager and rough on the outside, but as Shira was beginning to discover, extremely sweet on the inside.
The class she was teaching was full of young ones only, six or seven years old. She contained their shenanigans efficiently, it also helped that the little girl at the front of the class had a baleful stare. Kathryn was precocious and small for her age, but everything else spoke of the future she had in front of her. Her spirit was beautiful and giving, but strong as well. Everyone could see the future alpha in her. Once Victoria took her place as alpha female and became accustom to the position, Kathryn would spend more time with her. It was always done as such, so that Victoria's presence would mold Kathryn and prepare her for her bright future. It would also be best for Kathryn.
Her parents and younger brother had been killed. She was currently living with one of the elders, Melanie, but the woman was entering her twilight years and soon Kathryn would need another place to stay. It was way too much to hope that the alphas would adopt the child, but Natasia couldn't help, but hope it would happen. Natasia's droid buzzed as Kathryn began to recite a familiar lilting rhyme about the creation of their kind. She began to read the email as she walked away from the room. Yet another confirmation and by her tally it should be the last. Nearly all the packs would be present. Antony was last on the list of unmated alphas. Everyone wanted to be there for this moment. It had been 4 centuries sense all the alphas of the US had all been mated.
She began sending out the necessary text messages to prepare the last set of quarters. Unfortunately, some of the visiting packs would have to be situated farther into the pack lands than normally would be socially acceptable. Still for the number of them coming, some of them would just have to cope. As she turned the corner, eyes darting through lines of emails, she ran into something cold and wet. Water sloshed onto her hands and phone, she looked up with a scowl. A vase of flowers was hovering in the air a good foot and a half above the table it normally sat on.
That anomaly however paled in comparison to the sight beyond the vase. Victoria was plastered against the wall. Her hands clasped in Antony's shirt and one of her legs held tight against his side. Natasia was quite sure that her eyebrows shot off her face. The very adamant Victoria seemed to have forgotten everything she had ever told Natasia in this moment. The fluid movements of her hips and the passionate sounds coming out of her mouth explained all too well the heat in the hallway and the floating flower vases. A kiss like that looked enough to make anyone lose control of their powers.
