Tristen lay on the bed, Alice had no clue what had happened to him, he had been fine when they had left home but halfway to her mothers he’d gotten really sick. Placing the cup of water down next to bed she couldn’t help but feel disappointed, she had so wanted to introduce him to everyone.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, softly noticing him opening his eye’s.
“I feel awful” he admitted.
Placing her hand on his head, there was no sign of a temperature. “You feel aright” she smiled, “Perhaps its just a bug, hopefully you’ll feel better tomorrow”
“I’m not so sure” Tristen replied, “I think I might miss the wedding” Continue reading
Alice stirred, it had not been a fight. In a fight she might have landed a blow it had barely more than a massacre. She didn’t remember much beyond lunging towards the fury but judging by the pain she felt she’d been torn to pieces.
“You’ll live” Heather offered “You damn fool girl, what where you thinking?”
“Any news on my pa?” Alice ventured ignoring the scolding, heaving herself up into a sitting postion in the bed. Continue reading
Alice squeezed Tristen’s hand tightly as they breached the circle of the camp fire, all eye’s watching her she knew she’d been summoned because something was wrong. She had heard Duncan arriving on the wagon shouting and causing a fuss. She had tried to go out to him but Heather had stopped her saying she would find out what was wrong.
“What’s going on?” she dared asked, looking around the circle everyone was here.. well almost everyone, only Kaitlyn and her father where missing. Spotting Duncan in the crowd a sudden panic over whelmed her. Duncan had left with her father … if he was back and her father was not? What did that mean?
“Lar’s is missing” Bronwyn informed her. Her swollen belly now heavily pregnant with a child that was almost due any day now. Continue reading
“Your on heat” Tristen mused, kissing her forehead as the pair lay together on her bed. It was a rare thing they could be together so openly, so intimately on their own. Ever since she had announced the couples relationship her father and Kaitlyn had watched like hawks.
She knew her father did not approve, Tristen was not Silverfang blood and to their tribe marriage or mating to anyone of wolf blood other than another Silverfang was almost unheard of. Still she did not always feel Silverfang, she’d been raised on the farm with her mother where the purity of Silverfang blood had little meaning. Continue reading
“I don’t want you talking to him anymore” Duncan demanded storming across the clearing and grabbing Alice roughly by the arms.
“You don’t want what?” she scowled in disbelief shaking herself free. Looking embarrassed towards the other Garou who were gathered around the great camp fire. Continue reading
Duncan walked into Alices room without thinking.
Well that wasn’t strictly true… he’d meant to knock but when he’d heard her talking, he’d suddenly felt something rile up inside him. It was absurd really she could have been talking to anyone her father.. his mother one of the other Garou but instinctively he’d known…. Continue reading
Alice sat quietly on the large rock near the pond, it had been an exhausting few weeks but Farid had now gone home and things where beginning to return to normality. I didn’t matter how much she told herself things would settle down, she felt strange like a hole had been torn right though her middle.