Chapter 26
We ran.
A lot, actually. We ran from the Canadian border, down to the humid forests of California. I wasn’t exactly sure where, but that’s where the rest of the pack was waiting for us.
Apparently, it was our home.
I was slightly angry at Will because he didn’t want to fight. I mean, that’s what we were supposed to do. The strongest pack in North America, and we weren’t going to take down a rouge army?
You can say we were useless at this point.
I had seen Derek a few times, but we had taken separate paths, kind of okay with each other.
So anyway, back to the actual point of us running.
The forests changed as we ran through the states, and it took us about 3 days of constant running to “escape” the rouges.
I wasn’t exactly happy with this arrangement, but I was already tired of trying to voice my opinion.
As the rest of the crowd slowed down, I assumed we were getting closer to our destination because the strong scent of more wolves hit my nose.
Everyone sensed it, their ears sticking up straight as their hearts began beating.
After all, they were finally home.
What I saw though, was not what I had expected.
I thought this place would look something like a camp, but as we ran out into the clearing, my eyes widened.
The glistening green grass was freshly cut, hundreds of large different colored homes were placed in multiple places, and large groups of people stood around.
Some of them were happily chatting with each other, some tending to their gardens, and the children were playing in what looked like a park in the center.
This place was like something out of a dream, and the fact that we were werewolves explained why we didn’t have any white picket fences or gates around this community.
Just keep telling yourself that, Brain muttered. He wasn’t very fond of this new place.
Obviously, this place is too happy. Maybe everyone has a dead person in their basement, Brain continued.
Yes, because for people to be happy, they have to have dead people hidden in their homes, which makes complete sense, I told Brain sarcastically.
Once we stepped onto the clear, all heads snapped towards us and everyone rushed with smiles on their faces.
It was like a reunion, children screaming “Daddy’s home” and people yelling “welcome home, Alpha.”
I didn’t run to them like everyone else, and I remained put, just watching as the families and pack reunited.
For some odd reason, I didn’t feel as happy as I did when I saw the place.
It was like I didn’t belong in this newfound happiness since I seemed irrelevant to everyone.
I mean, these people left their families and risked their lives to try to save me.
Will was by my side in seconds, giving me a wolfy grin as he licked the side of my face, ushering to follow him.
I did as he wanted, silently following behind me. I got multiple curious looks my way, everyone wondering who the white she wolf following behind the alpha was.
News seemed to spread like wildfire for a second, surprise on their faces as the quickly bowed their heads, whispering “Luna”.
It was like they had seen a ghost, but they all gave me a warm smile. How ironic. I felt better inside from the warmth and happiness that ignited within each of them.
I just kept my eyes glued to the overly perfect grass, following Will.
I didn’t notice that he stopped until I bumped into him.
He gave me a sideways glance before his big tongue hung out the side of his dark head.
He looked ridiculously cute, and I couldn’t help but feel better inside.
I looked up to see where we had come to, only to be met by a large stone house. Individual dull grey, green, and blue stones lined the house, giving it a fancy, and expensive, look.
It was one of those houses you would only see in a home magazine, with beautiful windows, and plants growing around the sides.
It looked exotic, like it was imported from a private home in Italy.
I was shocked, my jaw hanging open.
Will nudged me with his head, pushing me towards the open door of the house.
I obeyed, cautiously stepping inside. It was just breathtaking, the floors all made of a deep rich brown color, the furniture looked pretty much brand new, empty photo frames on the walls, and roses placed everywhere.
Every rose color I could think of from the blue, to pink, red, yellow, and orange littered the entire house.
A large sign sat on the ground, reading “Welcome home, Eva.”
Once I heard the door shut, I quickly shifted back to my human form, getting ready to ask Will if he had done this, but before I could turn around, my naked body was pushed up against the wall by another naked body and soft, warm, possessive lips pressed against mine.
It was a long, hot kiss that took the breath out of both of us. Will then put this forehead to mine.
“Welcome home, my love,” he said, dazzling with his sweet smile.
I couldn’t help but smile, “This… our home is beautiful.”
“My home is wherever you are,” he spoke sweetly.
I laughed, “So if I’m in the bed, where does that make you?”
His eyes darkened, and a mischievous smile spread across his lips, “Why don’t we find out?”
And boy, did we find out. I can only say one thing, the bedroom was gorgeous, but the bed was even better.
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4 hours, many chocolate covered strawberries and grapes, later
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It was great. The house was great. Will was great. The bed was great.
After all, we did break in that bed pretty well.
Break in? Girl, you mean broke! You guys are crazy! Brain was enjoying this.
Will had left a few minutes ago, claiming he had to go make sure everything was okay with the pack. He wanted me to rest before we had the barbecue.
As if.
It didn’t take me long before I had ventured around to satisfy my hunger. The fridge was not stocked with actual food, just things Will could use for seduction.
The pantry was kind of empty also, but thankfully I had found this jar of pickled mushrooms. I never remember devouring the things as a child, but the sour taste was actually pretty good.
As I munched on the tangy mushrooms, I snooped through the entire house, looking in every closet. Once I had made my way back upstairs, I closely examined the closet.
One side of the closet was made and stocked with clothes for me, while the other was for Will.
I ignored the rest of the beauty tools and jewelry, bee-lining my way to Will’s drawers.
One pair of boxers, and a large black t-shirt later, I was finishing the jar of mushrooms and starring at the Jacuzzi sized bathtub.
We could have a freaking pool party in that thing. And the shower! That thing could fit about 8 people, evenly spread out.
Not to mention everything was a shiny black stone color.
I was memorized, and I could not move, even if my life depend on it.
That’s why I would go all the way back downstairs for a bottle of water, so I had to take a sip of the pickled mushroom water, just to satisfy my thirty.
Bad idea. Very bad idea on my part.
I couldn’t even make it to the toilet if I tried, so in turn, ran to one of the two sinks and threw up all the contents in my stomach, including the chocolate covered fruits.
It was disgusting since I tried to hold my head up and flush the contents down the drain with water.
That caused me to throw up even more, seeing all the crap in the sink.
It made me weak, causing me to sit on the floor, in search of a towel. I just searched through the drawers, looking for something.
My body felt weak after that little session, and when I finally found the towels, I just stuck my face in the entire pile and screamed.
It felt good to let out all that frustration.
Why did I eat something that I hated? I remember that I never liked those crappy pickled mushrooms, so why did I eat the entire jar, let alone drink the liquid?
I’m going crazy. I needed food, and no one gave me food. Now I am going to die in the cabinets under the sink, and no one will ever find me.
Rest in peace, Eva. It was nice knowing you, I told myself.
After a good 5 minutes of me just laying with my head inside the cabinet, I felt a strange feeling overcome me.
I had a craving for those mushrooms again.
Okay, this was weird. I think someone spiked those mushrooms.
I grew angry, throwing the towels of their place and onto the floor. I planned on cooking a mushroom on a fire if I didn’t get a pickled one.
Once all the towels were all over the place, and I had ran out, I was preparing to throw the stupid tampons in every direction when something caught my eye.
My heart rate sped up, just starring at that stupid box filled with pregnancy tests.
Could it be possible?
My anger at Will. My weird mushroom craving. My strange mood change. My anger at tampons.
Okay, the last one was not weird.
I read the stupid box, repeatedly hitting against the bathroom wall as I sat on the toilet, impatiently waiting for the 4 pregnancy tests to finish loading.
“Common, you can do this. Just tell me I’m not pregnant, but I’m a psychopath. Seriously! That would explain the mushroom,” I muttered at the box.
I held in a breath, peaking down at the 4 tests on the ground.
I saw the line, and I jumped up in joy!
I knew I wasn’t pregnant, but it is probably brain trauma.
I’m not traumatized, Brain stated.
Oh, sure! I laughed out loud, picking up the tests to show Brain.
“Look, you stupid Brain, each one is… positive?”
My heart then stopped beating.
I was pregnant.
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