The Guardian Alpha: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Nameless Sentinels Book 3) by Evelyn Glass
Authors: Evelyn Glass
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of Goldbridge. Pride swelled and righteous fury burned inside her thoughts, but an inkling of insecurity remained. She duly ignored her uncertainty. She and Selene were on the same page now.
The pack enforced a strict training regimen. Nearly all hours of the day, a squadron or two were exercising and sparring with the silver weapons. More and more pack mates – young and old – walked around the Cave, mottled with silver burns. It was a price to pay, if it meant everyone was battle ready. A few members skipped out on training every so often, though.
A nearby tannery, run by forest elves, procured leather gloves for the pack. The remaining silver – what hadn't gone to the elven tanners – had been smelted into even more weapons.
Medical supplies dwindled when training increased, but after tomorrow, it wouldn't matter. After Goldbridge fell, and everyone was run off, slaughtered, or absorbed into the pack, Crystal Ridge could gather the supplies they needed. They could get even more medicines and bandages. The pack could rest, regain their strength, and recuperate from injuries. Then came tearing down that dreadful city and those eyesores called roads. The former Goldbridge citizens would have most of that honor. The thought brought a tingle of satisfaction to Kristi's thoughts.
At the back of her mind, a monstrous dubiousness growled. Goldbridge had pups. Was the pack truly going to chase them away, kill them, or put them into slave labor? The town wanted an agreement. Many of the current residents had been there since birth. They had grown to love the town and the land. Was all of this fair to them?
Her perpetual hatred of Goldbridge roused, reiterating many arguments she had heard from packmates in the past. Had anyone in Goldbridge cared when the pack was run off? Had anyone challenged those who mistreated the pack or worried for the pack's pups? Kristi growled under her breath before splashing water across her face. She was at the spring to relax, not dwell. She leaned back and concentrated on how the water felt. The coolness lapped at her body, encased her in eventual warmth, and droplets caressed her skin as they slid down her face, her neck, and her shoulders.
The streak of droplets brought a shiver to her mind. They coaxed residual memories from her head. Of a warm tongue, hot against her flesh. Moans that brushed over her skin, teasing her with the vibrations. Jay came into Kristi's mind, his face flushed with excitement while his eyes darkened with passion.
Kristi's eyes snapped open. No. She was not going to think of him. He started this whole ordeal and he didn't deserve her consideration. Jay had been banging around her head ever since he left for Goldbridge. She refused to let him in. She did her best to slam down barriers, though tiny strings of emotion made their way through.
Wrapping her arms around herself, loneliness and isolation became a sharp-edged knife in Kristi's thoughts. Her gaze darted around the area, her body cooling to a frigid unhappiness.
Tomorrow would be the last of it, she realized. During battle, Jay would die. Kristi's nails dug into her arms, holding herself tighter. It would be a relief, to not have his persistence nagging at her thoughts. At the same time, she didn't look forward to the pain. She bit her bottom lip, imagining how his death would affect her. He had already broken her heart, betrayed her trust, and ignored her strongest beliefs. Could Jay's death be any worse than living like this?
She savagely shook her head and rose out of the water. The freezing cold shattered her thoughts as she rushed to her clothes. She forced herself to switch to autopilot and dressed herself. The thoughts of Goldbridge and Jay were shoved to the back of her mind. She needed her rest tonight.
Despite her best efforts, the thoughts bubbled and boiled just beneath her synapses.
CHAPTER TEN
Jay sagged into his recliner, a beer in
The pack enforced a strict training regimen. Nearly all hours of the day, a squadron or two were exercising and sparring with the silver weapons. More and more pack mates – young and old – walked around the Cave, mottled with silver burns. It was a price to pay, if it meant everyone was battle ready. A few members skipped out on training every so often, though.
A nearby tannery, run by forest elves, procured leather gloves for the pack. The remaining silver – what hadn't gone to the elven tanners – had been smelted into even more weapons.
Medical supplies dwindled when training increased, but after tomorrow, it wouldn't matter. After Goldbridge fell, and everyone was run off, slaughtered, or absorbed into the pack, Crystal Ridge could gather the supplies they needed. They could get even more medicines and bandages. The pack could rest, regain their strength, and recuperate from injuries. Then came tearing down that dreadful city and those eyesores called roads. The former Goldbridge citizens would have most of that honor. The thought brought a tingle of satisfaction to Kristi's thoughts.
At the back of her mind, a monstrous dubiousness growled. Goldbridge had pups. Was the pack truly going to chase them away, kill them, or put them into slave labor? The town wanted an agreement. Many of the current residents had been there since birth. They had grown to love the town and the land. Was all of this fair to them?
Her perpetual hatred of Goldbridge roused, reiterating many arguments she had heard from packmates in the past. Had anyone in Goldbridge cared when the pack was run off? Had anyone challenged those who mistreated the pack or worried for the pack's pups? Kristi growled under her breath before splashing water across her face. She was at the spring to relax, not dwell. She leaned back and concentrated on how the water felt. The coolness lapped at her body, encased her in eventual warmth, and droplets caressed her skin as they slid down her face, her neck, and her shoulders.
The streak of droplets brought a shiver to her mind. They coaxed residual memories from her head. Of a warm tongue, hot against her flesh. Moans that brushed over her skin, teasing her with the vibrations. Jay came into Kristi's mind, his face flushed with excitement while his eyes darkened with passion.
Kristi's eyes snapped open. No. She was not going to think of him. He started this whole ordeal and he didn't deserve her consideration. Jay had been banging around her head ever since he left for Goldbridge. She refused to let him in. She did her best to slam down barriers, though tiny strings of emotion made their way through.
Wrapping her arms around herself, loneliness and isolation became a sharp-edged knife in Kristi's thoughts. Her gaze darted around the area, her body cooling to a frigid unhappiness.
Tomorrow would be the last of it, she realized. During battle, Jay would die. Kristi's nails dug into her arms, holding herself tighter. It would be a relief, to not have his persistence nagging at her thoughts. At the same time, she didn't look forward to the pain. She bit her bottom lip, imagining how his death would affect her. He had already broken her heart, betrayed her trust, and ignored her strongest beliefs. Could Jay's death be any worse than living like this?
She savagely shook her head and rose out of the water. The freezing cold shattered her thoughts as she rushed to her clothes. She forced herself to switch to autopilot and dressed herself. The thoughts of Goldbridge and Jay were shoved to the back of her mind. She needed her rest tonight.
Despite her best efforts, the thoughts bubbled and boiled just beneath her synapses.
CHAPTER TEN
Jay sagged into his recliner, a beer in
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