Page 31 of Night with a Gamma (Golden Strings of Fate #2)
ONE, TWO, COMING FOR YOU
Harrison
As the atmosphere shifts from celebratory to tense, I can feel the weight of responsibility settle heavily on my shoulders.
I glance at Wren, who stands resolute beside me.
Her golden hair catches the flickering light of the bonfire, and I’m reminded once more of her strength.
She’s my partner, my mate, and together we can face whatever challenges lie ahead.
“Alright, everyone!” Wyatt calls out, raising his voice to cut through the murmur of uncertainty that has begun to spread through our pack. “Can I have your attention, please?”
The crowd quiets, the laughter fading as curious eyes turn toward their Alpha, Beta and Gamma.
I scan the faces of my pack members, all of them strong and capable, yet I can see the flicker of fear in some of their eyes.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself for what Wyatt will say.
“We’ve had a great night, but I need everyone to stay alert.
I, along with your Gamma and Beta have sensed something… off.”
Murmurs ripple through the crowd, and I see Wyatt step forward again, his authoritative presence commanding attention.
The Alpha raises his hand, and the murmurs die down.
“We’ve come together as a pack tonight, and that’s important.
But we cannot ignore the threat that still lingers outside our borders. ”
The tension in the air is palpable, and I can feel Wren’s hand squeeze mine tightly. “We need to keep our defenses up,” Wyatt continues. “Beta Dalton, I want you to take a few of the warriors and patrol the perimeter. We need to ensure our territory is secure.”
Dalton nods, determination etched on his face. “Got it, Alpha. I’ll gather the warriors.”
As Dalton moves to assemble a group, I turn back to Wyatt. “I can help with the patrol,” I offer, my wolf eager to take action.
Wyatt looks at me, weighing my words. “I appreciate your willingness, but I want you to stay here with Wren, Tavia and Poppy. If something happens, I need you and Wren both to be able to react quickly.”
I nod, though a part of me bristles at the thought of being sidelined. “Understood. But please keep us updated, Alpha.”
“Of course,” he replies, his tone reassuring. “We’ll keep in touch. For now, let’s maintain our vigilance. Everyone, keep your senses sharp. We’re a pack, and together we will protect our home. Our wolves know what to do.”
As the warriors begin to disperse, I feel a surge of pride for our pack. We’ve faced challenges before, and I know we can do it again. But the nagging feeling in my gut won’t let up, a persistent whisper that tells me we’re not out of the woods yet.
“Wren,” I say, turning to her as the crowd begins to break apart. “Stay close to me. I don’t want you out of my sight.”
She gives me a soft smile, but there’s a seriousness in her eyes. “I won’t go far, I promise. We can help keep everyone calm.”
Together, we move through the crowd, reassuring pack members and helping to ease their anxiety.
I catch snippets of conversations, people discussing the rogue threat and recalling tales of past skirmishes.
It’s a reminder that we’re all in this together, but it also reinforces the weight of the danger we face.
As the night deepens, I find myself standing beside Wren, watching as the bonfire crackles and pops. The flames dance, casting flickering shadows against the trees that line the clearing. It’s beautiful, yet the beauty is tinged with a sense of foreboding.
“Do you think they’ll come for us tonight?” Wren asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I can see the concern etched in her features, and it pains me to know that she carries this weight.
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. “But we need to be prepared for anything. The Rogue King is cunning. He won’t come at us directly unless he thinks he has the upper hand.”
Wren nods, her expression resolute. “We’ll be ready. We have each other, and we have the pack. I should call my mother but something is telling me that I don’t think we have time.”
Her words bring me a little comfort, but I can still feel the evil lurking in the distance, the uncertainty gripping my heart.
As I scan the tree line, I catch sight of movement — a flicker, perhaps, or a shadow darting between the trees.
My heart races, and I instinctively reach for Wren, pulling her closer.
“Did you see that?” I ask, my voice low and urgent.
Wren squints toward the woods, her aura reading kicking in as she focuses. “I don’t know. I can sense something, but it’s too faint to tell. We need to be on guard.”
Just then, Dalton returns, a few pack members trailing behind him. “The perimeter is clear for now, but we need to keep a watchful eye,” he reports, glancing between Wren and me. “Are you both alright?”
“We’re good,” I assure him, though I can feel the tension in my muscles. “Just keeping an eye on things.”
“Good. I’ll make sure the others are alert,” Dalton replies before heading back to his patrol.
Wren turns to me, her expression serious. “Harrison, if something happens, I want you to promise me that you’ll keep yourself safe. I can’t lose you.”
My heart aches at her words, but I can’t let fear dictate my actions. “You won’t lose me, Wren. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you and the pack. You know that.”
She nods, but I can see the fear in her eyes. “I know, but I can’t help but worry. It’s my nature, I guess.”
“Trust in our bond,” I say, my voice firm yet gentle. “We’re stronger together. Whatever comes, we’ll face it side by side.”
As we stand together, Wren’s presence steadies me. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, letting her warmth wash over me.
“Mhmm mate, yes, we love mate,” my wolf murmurs lovingly even though he feels the danger is just out of reach.
“Let’s get back to the others,” I suggest, breaking the tension. “We need to keep the atmosphere light.”
Wren smiles, her expression softening, and we make our way back to the bonfire, joining the pack members who are attempting to keep the mood up with stories and laughter. It’s a small comfort amidst the looming threat, but I know we need it.