Chapter 16 Calyx

Zviad used his alpha command on Amalie to have her sleep. She was out within a minute of Zviad telling her to sleep.

“Mommy?” Rose asked, fear tinging her voice. She didn’t understand why Ama had fallen asleep so quickly.

“She’s okay,” I assured her. I reached over and picked Rose up. She sat in my lap and studied her mom.

“She be okay?” she asked, her eyes never leaving Amalie’s body.

“She’ll be fine, Rosebud. She’s just tired. Her wolf is helping to finish healing her,” Mark explained.

“Beren good,” Rose sighed as she leaned against me.

“Beren?” I asked.

‘Her wolf,’ Zviad replied as he continued to watch over our mate.

“Good wolf,” she said, sleep tinging her voice.

Rose was out a few minutes later. I set her down on the bed next to Amalie. The pair seemed to instinctively seek each other out. Amalie pulled Rose into her arms and Rose cuddled in as close as she could.

“I will never get tired of this sight,” Mark whispered.

I hummed in agreement. I let Zviad’s rage burn under my skin. My own adding fuel. “You good to sit with them?” I asked abruptly.

“Yes, I can sit with them. You good?” my younger twin asked me.

“I want some answers,” I growled.

“Dude, I want to help!” Mark whined.

“You can help by staying with Rose and Ama. I don’t want you to see this,” I growled as I left the hospital room.

‘Torture?’ Zviad purred. He knew full well that we were going to go demand answers from Amalie’s parents, and it well delve into us torturing at least her father.

Mark knew that I was responsible for getting answers from rogues. I think that he liked to believe that I had never stooped so low as enjoying the torture. Did I get off at harming others, no. But did I enjoy causing the pain, yes. A darker part of Zviad and I, sometimes reveled in the pain we caused rogues.

In my rage, I left Zviad take control. We transformed in mid run. Zviad and I need to work off some anger. Running our boarders, that would help us work off the extra energy and rage before we faced Thomas and Marie. Zviad let out a howl, letting everyone know to keep a wide berth from us for the moment. We did not want to hurt anyone while our rage simmered just below the surface.

Zviad knew the path to take. We had run it many times over the eight years since he had become my wolf. Our path would take us around the outer boarder. We did not have a huge pack, but the Moonstone Pack was decent size. There was about 800 wolves living on our pack lands. We were the size of a small town, situated in the middle of Nebraska. We mainly kept to ourselves, but there were a few larger, human cities that were under an hour drive. Those cities were neutral zones. Other packs would visit for different reasons. We had no cause to claim those cities for our territory.

Humans left us alone as we left them alone. To anyone who did not know that we were werewolves just saw us as a small town in the middle of America. Humans really didn’t know about us. Sure, we got the occasional lost tourist. We would point them to the diner and then send them on their way. Hunters generally left us alone too. As long as the whole werewolf community wasn’t causing trouble.

I let my thoughts wander as Zviad ran. I was excited to be able to take Amalie and her wolf, Beren, out here for a run. Mark would run with us. Rose would probably be on Ama’s back. I bet Ama was looking forward to the first time she could run with her daughter on her back.

‘Beren has never had the chance to run,’ Zviad growled.

‘Goddess, you’re right. She’s been kept in her house the whole time. Ama and Beren have never got to experience the thrill of running through the forest,’ I sighed.

‘She’s never got to experience pack runs with her wolf,’ Zviad pointed out.

‘We’ll change that as soon as she is discharged,’ I stated firmly.

‘We’ll have to wait. Her leg was broken and will need time to heal. Beren is strong, but she has a lot to heal,’ Zviad whimpered.

I was shocked. Zviad had whimpered. I haven’t heard him whimper since our mother died. But I knew the feeling. I wanted to curl up and cry. Amalie had suffered so much because of our father. She has been alone for years without assistance. We should have been there for her.

‘We will protect her from now on,’ Zviad stated firmly. ‘I want answers.’

‘Me too, let’s go deal with them,’ I agreed.

‘Time for answers. I hope they resist. Then we can give them a taste of what our mate went through at their hands’ Zviad growled.

‘Me too, me too,’ I agreed again.