Werewolf Compilations

Chapter 115

I meet James downstairs and we walk side by side towards the Eastern borders where his father has

been working on the rogue issue. Along the way, James talks about going on runs together, and his

desire to converse about more things we can do with each other brings back hits of the lightness I felt

earlier. My fear of losing this happiness is holding me back from fully embracing it, but sometime along

the way I forget about my prodding thoughts and limit myself to listening to him.

When we come up to a few guards, James' demeanor changes and I know it's because Alpha-mode

must take over to keep loyalty. He asks where his father is and one of the three says "he just through

those trees."

Part of me wants to grab James' hand, but the other knows that I must be a strong individual, showing

everyone that I am an independent and serious Luna. That is the best kind, right?

James spots his father grouped with more guards, all looking tired, sweaty, and pink. His father sees us

right away and excuses himself from the commotion, obviously in charge of the bunch. One or two

wolves emerge from the trees, shifting and causing me to swiftly look away, focusing on his father

again. "We have to talk," James starts, sounding firm. "We think it's time you went back home. The Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

rogue problem is dying down and I'm sure I can take over from here."

His father wipes the droplets of sweat from his forehead, glancing at me, knowing I complained. I stand

my ground and puff up my chest, not wanting to show the nervousness pumping through me. "Are you

sure?" He asks carefully and does not seem normal. He talks as if he is still Alpha, he continues to use

the tone of an Alpha, and I'm sure James doesn't appreciate it. "The rogues are starting to leave, yes,

but there are still so many to go. Really, I believe there is a camp forming and I think I should be here to

handle it."

James clenches his jaw. "And you think I can't? Have you forgotten about the camp problems two

years ago that I stopped in a week?"

His father looks at me again, sighing. "You don't have to make up all of this. I know why you want me

gone."

"I'm sure you were a wonderful Alpha," I join in, "and I know James appreciates all you've done for the

pack while I've been sick, but we're back on track and are ready to handle everything again. I'm sure

you want to get back to relaxing, right? How about we just let James do his job?"

Just before James' father can respond, James surprises me by saying, "No. You're right. You do know

why you have to leave."

I look up at James quickly thinking about grabbing his hand now just to stop him from going overboard,

but it's too late.

"That entire dinner all you did was criticize Rae and the way we're doing things. She is my mate, she is

the Luna of this pack, not some twisted version of my mother. You need to leave because I don't want

you around her, and I'm sure after throwing all of your 'improvements' at her, she doesn't want you here

either. If you can't be supportive and encouraging towards my mate, you have to leave, and I have

enough evidence to kick you out right now without hesitation. Either you leave peacefully and avoid

completely cutting ties with me and this pack, or we do things the hard way."

I grab his hand.

His father nods, clearly upset. "Don't worry," he mutters backing up, "I'll go. But when we need my help

again, which you will, I expect an apology."

James squeezes my hand, pulling me closer as we watch his father walk away. "Get back to work," he

tells the nearby guards and they immediately turn and continue with whatever they were doing before

the argument just now. He leads me back in the direction we came from, not letting go of my hand. I

quickly catch up to his pace.

"Where are we going?" I ask, hurrying along.

"We're going to make plans for your announcement. We'll have a party and I'll invite the leadership of

other packs and everyone can dress up. I'll send invitations and we can have it in the ballroom."

I slow down, causing James to snap back to reality. "You don't have to do all of that," I say, genuinely

not expecting such lavish and grand event. Just thinking about more Alphas and Luna's and Betas and

everyone in some privet version of the gathering, with more dresses and ties and casual conversations,

makes me need to stop and rest for a moment.

"I want everyone to know," he says, fueled. "You deserve for everyone to know. You deserve a nice

party."

We continue back towards the pack house and I tell Gail and Theresa of James' plans as he makes a

few calls. They seem excited by the idea of a party and tell me that it'd be good for me, but they only

think I'm a sad girl who needs more love and don't know about Rae who struggles at public events, and

now I am doubting my theory that I'm fine with people knowing what they know. Maybe I should blend

all of the versions of myself into one, but the more that I think about that idea, the more I worry that

some are stronger than the others. I don't know who would take over the rest, and I'm scared that may

be the girl who lays in the bathtub.

If I embrace her, she may strangle the others and eventually her hands would be around my neck.

So I agree with Gail and Theresa, finding my way back to Content Rae.