He’s a good man, but right now, she doesn’t understand him. She thinks he would give it all up just to have their pack again. He was always going to be the Alpha, but it happened much sooner than anyone would have expected. He’s got bags under his eyes and a few days’ worth of stubble on his cheeks. She relishes in it as sweat drips from her brow.īut she hears them whispering in her head, and it’s love and strength and yes yes yes.Īnd with a cry of relief that sounds like a song, the boy comes into the world. This is her pain, this belongs to her, and no one can take it away. It’s real, and she feels it with a primal satisfaction as it tears through her. Thomas Bennett looks at her with bloodred eyes.Ĭarter comes, and there’s pain, bright and glassy. When her mate howls, there’s a change in the cadence. There’s always been something… off, but Thomas laughed and told her she was seeing things. When all that’s left is smoke and memory, she feels it. There isn’t much left of her by the time Elizabeth Bennett finishes. She doesn’t get a chance to pull the trigger. She raises her gun toward the once and future king. Her jaws close around his neck and she twists, the bones cracking under her fangs. The first is a large man standing above a dead wolf, one of the little cousins. She takes the lives of at least six people who have come to their territory with anger in the hearts and bullets of silver. She’s in the Bennett pack, yes, and she’s the mate to a future Alpha, but she is a mother first, and her instincts are to protect her unborn child. When death comes for them, it’s swift and brutal. She winces when she feels him kick ( Carter, she’s already thinking, Carter, Carter, Carter), but any discomfort falls away at the look on his face. She takes his hand and presses it against her stomach. He blinks in surprise, the orange light fading in his eyes. When she’s had enough, she smacks him upside the head and tells him to knock it off. He growls low in his throat at anyone who touches her belly. When she’s pregnant with their first, he turns into a possessive asshole.
He laughs too, blushing as he looks away.
It’s startled out of her, and she can’t stop it, even if she tries. The first time he makes her laugh is when he tells her he thinks she’s pretty. She turns her head to look for him, but there’s nothing but a flash of white disappearing into the woods. She can’t see him, but she knows he’s there. She feels the cool grass beneath her bare feet.
When she dreams these days, it’s always in shades of blue.
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