How much can love save?
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Leila is torn between keeping away from her mate and saving her Pack. She believes staying away from him is best for the both of them. But the only way she stands a chance at protecting the people she loves is if she accept...
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~LEILA
It was a battle to get Max to agree to let me come to this gala. He thought it could be dangerous...a trap. It was usually very easy to enter the Blue Moon Pack during the Blue Moon gala. It was always open for every Pack Alphas and Lunas, and every other important person having an invitation. The only hardest part was getting out of the pack. If you made a single treacherous mistake, they made sure you never left the pack and Goddess knew how it became wild in the woods they would throw you in.
Goddess knew how every Pack member would have a piece of your execution.
Ever since I stepped foot in the pack, I felt it. The clawing under my skin. The burning in my bones. The urge to just consume...something...anything. It felt like a starvation in me.
Queenie stirred, Home...home...
But I made the trembling in my hands calm by fisting them.
Warm hands clasped mine and I looked up to meet his green eyes. "Are you okay?"
I nodded.
"If you feel overwhelmed by this, we can always leave and try again some other time."
"No. I need to find her."
I still remember when the idea hit me in that meeting room. I was determined to do it.
"She's the only female in the council. Her mate is a powerful male in the council...both physically and influential. She's his weakness and he would do anything she asks. He would kill if she asked; he would trust someone if she told him to. The council trusts Grace's intuition and believes in Adam's instincts. I just need to talk to her."
"What makes you think she'll agree with you? You know how hard it is for her to trust anyone." Max challenged.
"I'm willing to try and put all my bets on her."
So I stayed somewhere I knew she would see me. She would spot me anywhere but I wanted her to know that I wanted her attention. And I did.
Powerful werewolves have gifts and Grace's is a keen eye. She could spot something that's out of place, from a mile away and track it down wherever it was.
I walked out of the ballroom and went wandering in the familiar hallways.
Home.
It had been so long. It made me stare at the old art on the walls and portraits of my late ancestors. I stopped at the portrait of the first female lycan. Its image made my blood sing. The plan was to get in a private room alone with her but my lingering had made her catch up with me in a now empty corridor.
"I don't know if I should kill you right now or let the whole pack devour you later on." Her voice was small but powerful. It always had that sense of command in it.
