Page 7 of Night with a Gamma (Golden Strings of Fate #2)

We both get up, the morning light flooding the room as we prepare for the day ahead.

Harrison dresses in a fitted charcoal t-shirt and tan cargo pants, showcasing his toned physique, and I can’t help but steal glances at him as I pull on my own clothes.

There’s something so primal and magnetic about him, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m utterly drawn to him.

As we step out of our suite, Shadow follows closely behind, his little tail twitching with curiosity. The pack grounds are sprawling, with towering trees that seem to whisper secrets of their own. I can feel the energy of the pack around me, a vibrant pulse that resonates with my own magic.

Harrison takes my hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and I can’t help but smile up at him. “Where to first, baby?” I ask, eager to dive into this new adventure.

“Let’s start at the training grounds,” he suggests with a blinding smile. “You’ll get to see the pack in action.”

We walk through the grounds, and I’m struck by the sense of community that envelops us.

Members of the pack greet Harrison with warm smiles and friendly waves, and I can see the respect they have for him in the way they interact.

It’s clear that he’s not just a Gamma; he’s a leader, someone they look up to.

As we approach the training grounds, the sounds of laughter and playful banter fill the air.

I watch in awe as wolves shift seamlessly from their human forms to their majestic wolf selves, their fur glistening in the autumn sunlight.

It’s a breathtaking sight, and I can’t help but feel a sense of wonder at the beauty of their transformation.

Harrison leads me closer, and I feel the energy of the pack swell around us. “This is where we hone our skills,” he explains, gesturing to the area where wolves are practicing agility and strength. “It’s not just about fighting; it’s about teamwork and trust.”

I nod, captivated by the display of camaraderie. “It’s amazing,” I say, watching as a group of wolves playfully spar, their movements fluid and graceful as they navigate the terrain.

“Do you want to try?” Harrison asks, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I could show you a few moves.”

“Me? Spar with a wolf? I think I’d be more likely to trip over my own feet,” I laugh, but the idea sends a thrill through me.

“Come on, I’ll be right there,” he encourages, his voice smooth and inviting. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

With a mix of excitement and hesitation, I agree. Harrison leads me to the edge of the training area, and I can feel the energy of the pack surge as they notice our presence. Some of them exchange knowing glances, and I can’t help but feel a spark of nervousness.

As we step into the clearing, Harrison shifts into his towering wolf form, and I’m momentarily captivated by the sight.

He’s a magnificent creature, with a sleek white coat and striking crystal aqua eyes that seem to hold a wealth of wisdom.

My heart races as he approaches me, his wolf form radiating power and grace.

“Don’t worry,” he communicates through our bond, his voice echoing in my mind. “Just follow my lead.”

I take a deep breath and try to center myself, focusing on the energy around me. With a flick of his tail, Harrison encourages me to join him, and I can feel the pack’s energy shift, a collective anticipation buzzing in the air.

I mimic his movements, shifting my weight and pretending to be light on my feet as he circles around me. It’s exhilarating, the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I can’t help but laugh as he playfully nudges me with his muzzle, urging me to engage.

“Now, try to dodge me!” he challenges, and I spring into action, giggling as I weave around him, feeling more alive than I ever have. The pack watches, cheering us on, and I feel a sense of belonging I’ve never known before.

The game turns into a playful dance, and Harrison’s wolf form is both strong and gentle as he guides me through the motions. I stumble and laugh, feeling utterly free as I lose myself in the moment. The world around us fades away, and all that matters is this connection — this bond we’re forging.

As we finish our impromptu sparring session, I’m breathless and exhilarated. Harrison shifts back into his human form, a proud grin on his face. He reaches for his cargo pants to pull on. “You did great, Little Bird!” he praises, pulling me into a warm embrace.

“Thanks to you!” I reply, feeling the heat of his body against mine, still blushing from seeing his glorious body naked. “That was so much fun, baby!”

“Just wait until you see more of what the pack can do,” he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “We have a lot of traditions and events coming up that you’ll love.”

I can’t help but smile at the thought. This world, this pack, they’re unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’m hungry to learn more. “I can’t wait!” I exclaim, my heart racing with anticipation.

As we step away from the training grounds, Shadow jumps up to join us, weaving between my legs.

I scoop him up, cradling him in my arms as we walk together, hand in hand.

The bond between us grows stronger with every moment, and I can feel the magic of the pack wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

The day unfolds into a tapestry of laughter, stories, and shared experiences. Harrison introduces me to other members of the pack, each one welcoming me with open arms. I feel the weight of their acceptance, and it fills me with a sense of belonging I’ve longed for.

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden hue across the grounds, we gather around a fire pit for dinner.

The scent of grilled meat and roasted vegetables fills the air, and the atmosphere buzzes with energy.

I sit beside Harrison on a wooden picnic bench, feeling the warmth of the fire lick at my cheeks and the familiarity of the pack enveloping us.

“Tonight, we celebrate,” Wyatt, the Waterton Alpha, announces, raising a glass in the air. “We welcome our newest member, Wren Archer, Harrison’s mate, into the fold!”

A cheer erupts from the pack, and I feel a rush of emotion at their acceptance. I raise my glass, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you for welcoming me,” I say, my voice shaking slightly. “I’m honored to be here with all of you.”

The night unfolds in laughter and storytelling, and I find myself completely immersed in the magic of the pack.

I share tales from my coven, my potion mishaps as a witch, and their eyes light up with curiosity.

They ask questions, eager to learn about my world, and I feel the bond between us deepening with every shared story.

As the fire crackles and the stars twinkle overhead, I glance at Harrison, who sits beside me, his presence grounding and comforting. He leans closer, his arm draping around my shoulders, and I relish the warmth of his touch.

“You belong here, Wren,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re one of us now, Little Bird.”

I look into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his words wash over me. In this moment, I realize that I’ve found my home — not just in the pack, but with him. The pull of our bond is undeniable, and I know that whatever challenges lie ahead, we’ll face them together.

As the night draws to a close, I feel a sense of peace settle over me. I’m surrounded by love, acceptance, and the promise of new beginnings. With Harrison by my side, I know that I’m ready to embrace whatever comes next.

In this world of magic and wolves, I’ve found my place, and I can’t wait to see where this journey will take us.