Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 18- Chicken shit

Amber's pov

I knew the plan I came up with was a long shot. Who in the hell would agree to an uneven trade?

Hopefully, now that we have got the ball rolling, Malcomb will at least try to counter offer what we did. If we could get some of them back, it would be better than nothing.

In the meantime, we need to start seriously figuring out how we can save them ourselves. If Alpha Fenris had entertained our idea about someone getting them out from the inside, right now, he could be doing just that.

If he was still alive, that is.

The drive back to Micah's parents' place only takes a few minutes, but we spend that time each lost in our own thoughts.

When Micah came to the lab late this afternoon and told me what happened, I felt sick to my stomach. Four of our pack members were now dead, and two of them are likely being held prisoner up at the boot camp. How the fuck does this just keep getting worse?

"Amber," Micah's hand reaches over and runs a path up and down my left thigh. It's at this moment that I notice the truck had come to a stop.

"Hmm?" When I look over at him, concern is written clear across his face. I undo my seatbelt, and scooch over till there's no room left between us.

"Are you okay?" He whispers. His arm goes around my shoulders and his other hand comes up to cup the side of my face. "You seem drained out the last couple of days." He comments.

I let out a nervous chuckle, "My brain is what's drained out. I can't figure out how we get through this, and since I'm not so great on the fighting end, strategizing is all I have." I give him a half truth.

I'm aware this is the moment where I should tell him about the pups, but the worry in his eyes stops me. If he thinks I'm drained out, he should take a look in the damn mirror. He's forgetting that I notice every little change in him, from the bags under his eyes, to the way he hunches over by the end of the day from exhaustion.

If I was noticing these subtle changes in him, then I can't help but to wonder, was he noticing the small changes in me as well. I mean more than just the drained look I was apparently sporting?

This morning, I noticed that my dress pants I normally wore to the lab were snug when I did them up. Not uncomfortably snug, but definitely no extra room was to be had. At this rate, I'll be lucky to still fit into them by the beginning of next week. I wonder if he would notice if I just bought all new ones, one size bigger.

Who was I kidding? From this point on, things would continue to speed up, especially since there were two of them in there. My weight gain would be double of a normal pregnancy. I was already having to hide from Micah how much I was eating. He was shocked at how much I allowed him to see me eating, I could just imagine his surprise if he had seen the ugly truth of it.

Azariah had better watch it, at the rate I was going, I would be able to outeat her within two weeks, three at most.

"Can I admit something to you that I wouldn't dare tell anybody else?" He quietly says in the darkness of the truck. Neither of us makes any attempt to get out, so I rest my head on his shoulder and get comfy.

"Of course you can," I whisper back.

"There's a part of me, so deep down that I can hardly see it. That's telling me the nineteen innocent lives are worth risking to end this shit now."