Freeing Starr✔️

Chapter 15 ~ It's her

A few months later...

I rubbed the budding headache that clung to my temple in exhaustion, blinking away at the brightness of the screen before me as my tired eyes scanned the mountain of information.

My fingers skimmed the keyboard with light touches as I typed out my rough drafts of the plans I came up with to help improve our pack as it rapidly expanded.

Zion was continuously spreading his dominance throughout the continent, targeting the small packs with barely any foundations or defenses to give room to our much larger pack and taking as much territory as we could. This left me with tons of work to do on the inside structure of the pack.

What worried me, however, was the fact that none of the more renowned and stronger packs made a move or voiced their opinions on Zion's sudden rise. It was too effortless, too quickly, too quiet... and it left me uneasy.

I tried bringing this up to Zion once and he simply brushed me aside and said that I worried over nothing and that sometimes overanalyzing things would give me unnecessary stress. He was right. I really shouldn't nitpick when our pack was doing so well asserting it's dominance.

Especially since their Luna was finally beginning to show promise. I admit, I'd come a long way when you think back on how I was a few months ago.

For starters, I no longer feared my husband. We've been doing well these past couple of months as our mate bond solidified and made us even closer than we've ever been. I admit that I've probably began to like the man, but it's hard not to when he's the one I eat, sleep and bed almost every night.

With my morning trainings with Zion, I've been slowly improving. By allowing my wolf to take over my body at times where I needed to fight, I've become much stronger, except it still took a lot out of me just to coerce her into showing herself. Luckily, for her mate she made any appearance he willed her to. Not only that, but the predicament about how her and I are supposed to be one single being like everyone else was still not put to rest. Zion tried researching what it could possibly mean but never got an answer, but I never cared for an answer anyway. My wolf and I were in this together for years now. Without her, I'd have already succumbed to the insanity that festered my mind every time that man had bent me over his desk. So I cared little about why I was the only one hearing and speaking with my wolf. I wouldn't change it for the world.

I've finally gotten accustomed to life in the Shadow Rogue Pack. Zion took me to the pack house a few days ago after confirming that I was strong enough to hold my own and I've been there ever since. I took up residence in Zion's office and continued documenting all the changes the pack was going through as Zion left the territory on business. He'd be back any day now.

A knock on the door had me glancing up as Niah came in with a grimace set on her face.

I sighed and closed down my laptop, "what is it now?"

"There's been a fight amongst two of the Betas. One of them got seriously injured and is on the brink of death."

I frowned, "Didn't I tell them to avoid killing their own if possible?"

Niah dropped down in the sofa that was in the corner of the room and rolled her eyes, "well obviously it wasn't possible. Do you think they'd listen to you?"

She was right. Although I got stronger, I still wasn't strong enough to gain their recognition and it was a pain in the ass. Every day, it was a damn bloodbath. They were all savages. They just took action without thinking! They had no sense of kinship for their own pack members. Simply killing whoever displeased them and raping whatever woman caught their attention. I hated it and I tried my best to limit their actions but they didn't listen to me and Zion completely ignored me whenever I voiced my concerns. At this rate, we might end up falling apart by our own hands instead of others.