her to be living in fear all of the time.”
“Hm.” He nodded. “Fair enough. Even if I tried not to tell Rachel, she could feel me withholding something. She’d pry it out of me. Morgan can handle this, you know.”
Grey pulled around the car full of somber wolves. “Look, it’s not like I enjoy keeping challenges from her, but when she comes home, she is glowing from all of the wedding planning, and every time I open my mouth to tell her, she just looks so happy. I haven’t seen her so happy since she was Turned. I can’t bring myself to take it away from her. Montana was rough on her. She was scared afterward. I couldn’t even hug her some days, and now she is back to her old self. I can’t just throw more dominant challengers in her face every thirty minutes. I don’t want her living scared that someone will take her away again.”
Dean chuckled. “That she-wolf is going to eat you alive when she finds out. You’ve always trusted her to handle her own battles, or at least handle them with you. That’s why you two have worked. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
“I’ll tell her when the time is right. Here, take a look at this and tell me what you think.”
He handed Dean a folded piece of paper. On it was the pack emblem he had chosen to brand onto Morgan and Marissa’s arm to bind them to him. He and Morgan had researched into the wee hours of the night to find the emblem used in the Silver Wolf Clan. Morgan had been so tired, she had almost missed the page in one of the oldest werewolf lore books. The brand was a circle with flowing lines inside, weaving in delicate arches but never ending. Continuation and rebirth. The brand of a pack of werewolves with the unique ability to reproduce.
All had been white with blue or purple eyes, and all wiped out for their growing numbers. The only time in history when humans and vampires had unknowingly teamed up for the same cause. Grey had poured over sketches to try to find the perfect one for his pack. It was fitting they would use the Silver Wolf Clan emblem because Morgan was the rebirth of the clan, long thought extinct. The Old Ones had removed the circle from pack brands shortly after the annihilation of the breeders, and this would be the first time in hundreds of years that the circle would be reintroduced to an emblem.
Dean studied it and nodded his head slowly. “It’s perfect, man.”
“So why do we have to cut them with a ceremonial knife? Why don’t you guys just get silver brands made up?”
“It’s tradition. This is the way it’s been done for centuries. Plus, you can get a thinner line with the silver knife. It looks better, and you can adjust the size for females. Smaller arms, smaller brands.”
“This guy who makes them, does he know what we are?”
“I’m sure he suspects something, but his family has been making the knives for generations. He knows better than to ask a lot of questions. It’ll cost you a pretty penny but his work is the best. You’ll use this knife on every new pack member you initiate for the rest of your life. So don’t lose it.”
Chapter 6
Where had the week gone? Morgan checked another item off her to-do list with a triumphant scribble. Despite being a microscopic wedding, a surprising amount of planning had to go into it. And for some reason, Grey was growing more exhausted every day.
Her wolf worried. In fact, she spent an inappropriate amount of time wondering if he was okay. He was Grey though, more wolf than man. He wouldn’t talk until he was good and ready. She tapped the pencil on the table in rapid rhythm. What if it was something he wasn’t comfortable talking to her about?
No better time than the present, Mom always said.
“Grey?” she said as she opened the door to his bedroom.
He seemed startled and rushed to finish pulling the blue cotton shirt over his head. The gesture stung like the crack of a whip. He’d never been modest in front of her before. She
“Hm.” He nodded. “Fair enough. Even if I tried not to tell Rachel, she could feel me withholding something. She’d pry it out of me. Morgan can handle this, you know.”
Grey pulled around the car full of somber wolves. “Look, it’s not like I enjoy keeping challenges from her, but when she comes home, she is glowing from all of the wedding planning, and every time I open my mouth to tell her, she just looks so happy. I haven’t seen her so happy since she was Turned. I can’t bring myself to take it away from her. Montana was rough on her. She was scared afterward. I couldn’t even hug her some days, and now she is back to her old self. I can’t just throw more dominant challengers in her face every thirty minutes. I don’t want her living scared that someone will take her away again.”
Dean chuckled. “That she-wolf is going to eat you alive when she finds out. You’ve always trusted her to handle her own battles, or at least handle them with you. That’s why you two have worked. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
“I’ll tell her when the time is right. Here, take a look at this and tell me what you think.”
He handed Dean a folded piece of paper. On it was the pack emblem he had chosen to brand onto Morgan and Marissa’s arm to bind them to him. He and Morgan had researched into the wee hours of the night to find the emblem used in the Silver Wolf Clan. Morgan had been so tired, she had almost missed the page in one of the oldest werewolf lore books. The brand was a circle with flowing lines inside, weaving in delicate arches but never ending. Continuation and rebirth. The brand of a pack of werewolves with the unique ability to reproduce.
All had been white with blue or purple eyes, and all wiped out for their growing numbers. The only time in history when humans and vampires had unknowingly teamed up for the same cause. Grey had poured over sketches to try to find the perfect one for his pack. It was fitting they would use the Silver Wolf Clan emblem because Morgan was the rebirth of the clan, long thought extinct. The Old Ones had removed the circle from pack brands shortly after the annihilation of the breeders, and this would be the first time in hundreds of years that the circle would be reintroduced to an emblem.
Dean studied it and nodded his head slowly. “It’s perfect, man.”
“So why do we have to cut them with a ceremonial knife? Why don’t you guys just get silver brands made up?”
“It’s tradition. This is the way it’s been done for centuries. Plus, you can get a thinner line with the silver knife. It looks better, and you can adjust the size for females. Smaller arms, smaller brands.”
“This guy who makes them, does he know what we are?”
“I’m sure he suspects something, but his family has been making the knives for generations. He knows better than to ask a lot of questions. It’ll cost you a pretty penny but his work is the best. You’ll use this knife on every new pack member you initiate for the rest of your life. So don’t lose it.”
Chapter 6
Where had the week gone? Morgan checked another item off her to-do list with a triumphant scribble. Despite being a microscopic wedding, a surprising amount of planning had to go into it. And for some reason, Grey was growing more exhausted every day.
Her wolf worried. In fact, she spent an inappropriate amount of time wondering if he was okay. He was Grey though, more wolf than man. He wouldn’t talk until he was good and ready. She tapped the pencil on the table in rapid rhythm. What if it was something he wasn’t comfortable talking to her about?
No better time than the present, Mom always said.
“Grey?” she said as she opened the door to his bedroom.
He seemed startled and rushed to finish pulling the blue cotton shirt over his head. The gesture stung like the crack of a whip. He’d never been modest in front of her before. She
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