fangs²[wyatt lykensen]

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PREDICTION OF DISCORD

"IT'S BEEN MONTHS since Ada's prediction. Nothing has happened...I think you need to relax a little bit." Willa Lykensen crossed her arms over her chest as she stood beside me.

"Something will happen, Willa." I turned my head to face her. "As soon as we let our guard down, that's when the pack is vulnerable, and I can't let that happen." I faced back towards the forest, my eyes carefully scanning over the trees as the girl lets out a sigh, knowing she wasn't going to get me to leave my spot.

My head perked up slightly as I heard a howl off in the distance, my brain already recognizing the vocals. I gave Willa a nod before jumping down from the platform outside of the cave and running into the forest. I relied on my keen sense of smell to lead me in the proper direction of the howl's origin. I quickly picked up the familiar scent of pine and vanilla that I had grown to find comfort in and love.

I felt my eyes begin to glow in recognition as I went further into the forest. In my peripheral vision, I caught a dark figure moving closer to me at a jog. I could already tell who it was; the broad shoulders and taut posture gave the boy away. He relaxed as he came to a stop in front of me, letting out a huff before walking over and leaning his head into my neck as his arms snaked around my waist. In turn, my arms immediately found their place on his shoulders, my fingers gently grazing through his hair after a moment.

"You're tired." I carefully pulled his head away from my neck and placed my hands on his cheeks. "C'mon, let's go back. I have a few other wolves lined up for patrol tonight," I assured, giving him a soft smile.

Wyatt Lykensen leaned his forehead against mine before pressing a quick, supple kiss on my cheek. The action caused a blush to creep up as he takes one of my hands and entwines our fingers together, leading me back to the den.

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"Ada," I gave the elder a small smile as she stood next to me.

"Alpha," she acknowledged with a nod.

"I've told you a million times, Coraline is fine," I reminded her, glancing at the shorter wolf. "Alpha sound so proper."

"It's important to be addressed by your title sometimes. It shows the respect the pack has for you, and you've earned it." Ada leaned on the wooden railing of the balcony. "So, what did you need me for?"

This would make the third time this week I'd told Ada to meet me on the balcony after the rest of the pack had gone to bed. I needed to see if any of her visions had changed, for better or worse. As much as part of me wanted to ignore the problem until it solved itself on its own, I knew this was something I needed to take charge on. I was the leader of the pack, it was my responsibility to protect them, and this was how I was doing it.

"The same thing as before—and I already know you're going to say I shouldn't be worrying this much, but that's my job. If I figure out what's coming, we can be prepared." Ada gave me a look with a sigh, but still pulled the all too familiar stone out of her jacket pocket and began holding it tightly.

"You know he wouldn't like this," she referenced Wyatt, making me bite the inside of my cheek.

"Yeah...well I don't like him going on so many patrols, so we're even," I retorted, earning a small chuckle from her as she closed her eyes and began focusing on the stone.

I waited patiently, respecting that she needed all the silence she could get in order to focus and find any new details or changes. The first few times I'd asked Ada to do this, nothing had changed. The same fortune from the first time was told and it continued to unsettle me. The images the stone conjured were reminders of what I could lose in the future, and they would sit in the back of my mind each day, taunting me.

A small gasp broke me out of my thoughts, making my eyes dart to Ada's face. Her lips were parted as her palms circled the stone and kept her eyes closed. A moment passed, then two. I pushed away my impatience and forced myself to wait until she was done.

The woman let out a relieved sigh and the stone slacked in her grip before she pocketed the object and turned to face me. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for any sort of statement to leave her mouth.

"The threat...it's on its way."