Page 31 of Game of Destiny

Finlay

I was stretching out on the bed in my small room and was looking at the selfie Amy had sent me.

It was of her and Martin sitting in the same place where I had got to know her the first time.

They looked happy and relaxed. Amie was wearing her teal dress with the large flowers on it, and she looked even more beautiful than usual.

I regretted that I couldn't be the one who accompanied her to her friends’ wedding.

But I needed to be here at the Alpha meeting.

I was happy Martin had gone with her, I knew he would keep her safe.

The two of them had grown close, in one way or the other they had both lost a sibling and they had found a surrogate in each other.

Red

Don’t think you are fooling me with all the talk about how great the gathering is going.

I know you can’t talk freely with all the wandering ears around you.

But know that when you get back home, we will talk about whatever is bothering you.

I’ll be waiting with a beer and if I’m in a good mood, I will have made a pie from those gigantic rhubarbs in your garden. Stay safe, Alpha.

I read Amie’s message and smiled. It was nice to have someone who knew me well enough to see through my facade.

It was irritating, but nice. The thing rubbing me the wrong way was my brother.

Nothing new under the moon. It had been almost five years since I left his pack and he still hadn’t let it go.

What was worse, he had involved our mother and had taken her to this gathering as his plus one.

My brother, I could ignore. Especially since I knew it drove him insane when I did it.

My mother, that was another matter altogether.

My mother had taken every opportunity she could to tell me how much she missed me.

How the pack wasn’t the same without me and all the others, and how my brother had grown and things were different.

On one hand, I felt the guilt of hurting my mother.

She had always been a good mother, and I loved her.

On the other hand I felt hurt that she so clearly took my brother’s side.

She didn’t take the time to talk to me, to see how happy I was.

She didn’t ask about the pack and every time I tried to tell her, she just changed the subject.

As if it wasn’t important. I sighed and put my arm over my eyes.

I should really get some sleep. Two more days of this and then I could go home.

I smiled as I imagined Amie making a pie in my kitchen.

It wouldn’t be the first time she cooked at my house.

Ever since she had started tending to my garden, she insisted I needed to eat some of the produce.

Most of it she collected and handed in to the kitchen.

But sometimes I would get home and there would be a bowl with carrot and green pea soup waiting for me with instructions on how to reheat it.

Or an upside down cake with whatever berries she had picked that day.

The best times were when I got home while she was still in the middle of cooking.

I would offer to help and she would refuse to let me.

So I would sit at the kitchen table watching her cook, talking to her about our day.

Evenings like those were everything I ever dreamed of.

Maybe add a pup or two to the mix. It confused me how right it felt.

Amie wasn’t my mate, I knew it, my wolf knew it.

In the past, when I had flirted with women, my wolf had always remained reserved.

He allowed me to have some fun, but was always cold towards it all.

A silent reminder to not get attached. But with Amie, he had no reservation.

He enjoyed the evenings in the kitchen as much as I did.

He revelled in the late night runs in the forest with her wolf.

All in all, it confused me and my wolf. I think it was just as confusing for Amie as well.

Which is why we didn’t talk about it. If we kept it undefined, we wouldn’t need to deal with the possible fall out.

It was a cowardly way of dealing with it.

But too much was at stake. I still worried.

If you buried your head in the sand, you only had a higher chance of getting shot in the ass.

I felt myself gliding into sleep. Then there was a knock on the door and I sat up straight in the bed, scenting the air.

I got up and put my pants on as I headed for the door.

I pulled a t-shirt over my head as I opened the door.

“Councilman Rador, what do I owe the honour?” I asked and bowed my head ever so slightly. The elderly wolf outside my room returned the gesture.

“Alpha Finlay, I apologise for the late visit. May I come in and talk?” he asked.

I stepped aside and showed him in. The room I have for the gathering was not much.

But I had a queen size bed, a small desk pushed into a corner and a small round table with two chairs.

I showed him to the table and he sat down.

“Can I offer you something to drink? I only have water and ice coffee,” I offered.

“No thank you. I won’t be long.” I nodded and sat down in the other chair.

“Your brother has been talking to the council,” Councilman Rador told me. I felt my mood souring.

“He has asked you to force a reconciliation?” I asked. The councilman looked at me with an appreciative look.

“You’re smarter than you look, son. Yes, he has. The council has denied his request as we know the wolves who left with you did so of their own free will, and we don’t want to take that freedom from them.”

“But?” I asked. He wouldn’t be here if they straight up had refused my brother.

“But. Are you sure this is the road you want to walk?” he asked me.

“I am. My pack is doing good. Better than good. We are thriving. Our land is vast and we have just purchased more. The pack members feel seen and heard, they create a stable pack. Everyone has their place in the pack and no one is more important than the others, not even me. It makes the pack feel safe to put down roots. Our settlement is growing and so is the pack. Two of our females are expecting pups. You know as well as I do the births of pups signals a stable pack. We are on good terms with the closest humans and there is harmony,” I told him.

It was all I had wanted to tell my mother. He nodded as he listened.

“But as an unranked pack, there are dangers,” he pointed out. It was my turn to nod.

“We are aware of them. We hope the unknown acts as a deterrent, but we have taken precautions. We train everyone in the pack on what to do if the worst comes to worse.”

“At least you have a plan. It means you and your top tier have at least thought about it. I won’t try to persuade you to return to your brother’s pack.

I have quite liked to have you as an Alpha.

You are doing a good job. The state of your pack is a testament of it.

It will be interesting to see what you will do in the upcoming games.

Only five years left. Oh well, time for me to go.

I’m too old to be up this late. Have a pleasant evening,” the councilman said as he stood up.

“Thank you for coming to see me,” I told him as I held open the door. He just nodded and left. This was a new low for my brother. I needed to think about what this could mean for the future, and why he was so determined to force us back into his pack.