Page 11 of Night with a Gamma (Golden Strings of Fate #2)

MY LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

Harrison

I step out of Wyatt’s office, the weight of the meeting still pressing down on me.

The air feels charged, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tensions.

I glance back at Wyatt and Dalton, who are deep in conversation about the rogue situation, their voices a low murmur that fades as I walk down the corridor of the packhouse.

Each step feels like a journey away from the chaos that has been our lives lately.

My heart quickens at the thought of Wren.

The last time we were together, she had shared tales of her magic — her bond with nature, her ability to heal — and I had felt a connection with her that was deeper than anything I had experienced before.

She is a flicker of light in this darkening world, and I crave that warmth.

As I exit the packhouse, the crisp air greets me, and I take a moment to breathe in the scents of our land: the rich earth, the pine trees, and the distant hint of the river that runs through our territory.

My wolf stirs within me, eager to roam free, to feel the wind in its fur, but I have a more pressing goal in mind. I need to find my mate, my Little Bird.

I head toward the eastern edge of the pack’s territory, where the forest thickens and the sounds of nature envelop me.

I close my eyes for a moment, reaching out with my senses.

I can feel the life around me — the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the distant sound of water flowing.

But more importantly, I focus on Wren’s presence, allowing my instincts to guide me.

As I move deeper into the woods, my thoughts drift to her. Wren is unlike anyone I have ever met. Her light hair frames her face in wild waves, and her blue eyes seem to hold the wisdom of the ages. She is fierce yet gentle, powerful yet kind.

But it’s not just her magic that draws me to her — it’s the way she understands me, the way she sees through the layers of my armor to the man beneath. She’s the only one who has ever made me feel truly seen. I guess that’s the mate bond weaving inside my very soul.

I continue my search, moving quietly through the underbrush, careful not to disturb the peace of the forest. After a while, I hear the faintest sound of laughter, carried on the breeze.

It’s light and melodic, a sound that wraps around my heart and pulls me forward.

I quicken my pace, following the sound until I reach a clearing bathed in dappled sunlight.

There she is.

Wren stands in the center of the clearing, her arms outstretched as she twirls in a dance with the wind.

Her long orange skirt swirls around her, and her laughter fills the air, brightening the world around her.

I can’t help but smile at the sight. She seems to glow in the sunlight, a beacon of joy in a world that feels increasingly dark.

“Little Bird!” I call out, my voice breaking the serene moment.

She stops mid-spin, her laughter falling silent as she turns to face me. A smile spreads across her face, lighting up her ocean eyes. “Harrison!” she exclaims, her voice a sweet melody that sends warmth through my chest.

In an instant, she closes the distance between us, throwing her arms around me. I wrap her in a tight embrace, inhaling her familiar scent — pancakes and sunshine. It’s a fragrance that calms my racing heart and erases the tension that has been building within me.

“I was hoping to see you sometime today, mister,” she whispers, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. “I could feel you were troubled.”

I nod, my heart heavy with the burdens of leadership and the rogue situation. “We had a meeting with Alpha Rex. Things are getting worse. There are whispers of something more sinister behind the rogue attacks, and I—” I pause, searching for the right words. “I’m worried about what’s coming.”

Wren’s expression shifts to one of concern, and she takes my hand, her touch grounding me. “You don’t have to carry that alone, you know. We’re in this together.”

Her reassurance washes over me like a balm, and I feel some of the weight lift. “I know, but it’s hard not to feel responsible for everyone. They look to me for strength.”

“You are strong,” she replies, her voice steady. “But even the strongest need support. Let me help you.”

Her offer brings warmth to my heart, and I squeeze her hand, grateful for her unwavering belief in me. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Wren.”

She smiles softly, and in that moment, the chaos of the pack, the uncertainty, and the looming threats fade away. All that matters is her presence, the connection we share, and the unspoken promise of support and love.

“Do you want to tell me about the meeting?” she asks, her tone gentle yet probing.

I take a deep breath, feeling the tension settle in my shoulders as I begin to recount the details.

“Rex is being uncooperative. He claims that he’s dealing with his own rogue problems, but I can tell he’s hiding something.

Dalton and I both feel it. We suspect there’s more to these attacks, something planned. ”

Wren listens intently, her brow furrowing in thought. “What if it’s not just rogues? What if there’s someone manipulating them?”

“That’s exactly what we think,” I reply, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten. “But we need more information. We need to figure out who or what is behind this before it escalates.”

As I speak, Wren’s expression shifts, and I can see the wheels turning in her mind. “If there’s someone pulling the strings, we might be able to find out more by using magic. I can reach out to the forest, feel the energies, see if there are any traces of dark magic lingering.”

My heart races at the thought. “You would do that? You’d take the risk?”

“Of course,” she replies, determination shining in her eyes. “What’s the point of having magic if we don’t use it to protect those we love?”

Her words resonate deeply within me, igniting a spark of hope. “Then let’s do it. Let’s find out what we’re up against.”

Wren nods, her expression transforming into one of focus and intensity.

She releases my hand and steps back into the center of the clearing, arms raised again as she begins to chant softly, her words a melodic incantation that flows like water over stones.

The tattoo of an all seeing eye on her right forearm starts to show a shimmering spark from the magic flowing through her veins.

The air around us thickens, and I can feel the energy shifting, swirling with an undercurrent of magic. I watch in awe as the leaves rustle above us, responding to her call, and the ground beneath my feet vibrates gently.

Wren’s voice rises and falls like a song, each note resonating with the very essence of the forest. I close my eyes, allowing myself to sink into the rhythm of her magic, feeling it weave around us like a protective cocoon.

Suddenly, the world feels alive with energy. I sense the pulse of the earth, the heartbeat of the trees, and the whispers of the wind. It’s as if the forest itself is awakening, eager to share its secrets.

Wren opens her eyes, meeting my gaze with a fierce intensity. “I can feel something,” she says, her voice steady. “There’s a dark presence nearby, but it’s hiding. It’s afraid of being discovered.”

My pulse quickens, the weight of her words settling heavily on my shoulders. “What does that mean?”

“It means we’re on the right track,” she replies, her brow furrowing slightly. “But it also means we’re running out of time. We need to uncover who’s behind this before they strike again.”

I nod, feeling the urgency of our task. “Then we’ll do just that. Together.”

With renewed determination, we spend the next few hours exploring the forest, Wren guiding me as she channels her magic. We follow traces of energy, searching for signs of the dark presence that lingers in the shadows.

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, we finally come across a clearing that feels different — charged, almost electric.

Wren halts, her expression shifting to one of focus. “This is it. There’s something here.”

I scan the area, my instincts on high alert. “What do you need me to do?”

“Stand with me,” Wren instructs. “We’ll combine our energy and see if we can draw it out.”

I step beside her, feeling the heat radiate from her body as we both close our eyes. I reach deep within myself, summoning the strength of my wolf, the fierce loyalty that binds me to my pack and to her.

Wren begins to chant again, her voice rising as I echo her words in my mind, feeling the energy swirl around us. The air crackles with tension, and I can feel the presence growing stronger, it's dark energy clawing at the edges of my consciousness.

A sudden gust of wind sweeps through the clearing, and Wren’s eyes snap open, wide with intensity. “It’s here!” she shouts, her voice powerful and commanding.

I brace myself, ready for whatever may come. The shadows around us twist and writhe, coalescing into a form that seems to shimmer in and out of existence. My heart pounds in my chest, a primal instinct urging me to fight.

“We need to reveal it!” Wren cries, her hands moving in intricate patterns as she weaves her magic.

I concentrate, drawing on my own strength, letting my wolf surge forward, filling the air with the scent of power and protection.