and I try to stomp down the hurt and betrayal I feel. He wasn’t here to extend an olive branch after all. He was here to yank the roots out entirely.
“Oh,” I reply, my voice rough, not sure what else to say. I’m upset, but at the same time, I get it. If I had the luxury of leaving, I’d be right there with him, but I don’t. Burke will never agree to let me go.
“I’m sorry,” he rushes to tell me in a rare glimpse of guilt. “I just can’t stay here anymore. There’s nothing for me here. My mate has been gone for a long time, and now that your mother…”
His nothing for me here statement stings, but I shove it away, burying it under all the hurt already weighing me down.
“Where will you go?” I ask, my voice a little smaller than it was when he first walked through the door. Even though we aren’t close, I still counted him as a permanent figure in my life. To hear that he’s leaving is like a hit to the jaw.
“My brother is alpha of Plummet Lake pack. But I... You should come with me,” he offers, and I’m taken aback by the gesture.
Unfortunately, we both know that’s all it is, a gesture.
I try to give him an understanding smile, but when he drops his eyes from mine with a gleam of guilt in them, I suspect it turned out to look more like a grimace. “I wish I could, but Alpha isn’t going to let me go just like that.”
“There’s no guarantee that your wolf will accept him as a mate,” Hess challenges, some of the sadness sloughing off of him to reveal the dominant beta that he normally is.
I raise a brow. “Do you really think Burke will care?” I counter, filling the question with more annoyance than I mean to. “I mean, if Mom was still here, he wouldn’t dare, but…”
But there’s nothing stopping him now.
I love what I am and where I come from, I just wish pricks like Burke didn’t have to taint it all with their lust for power and control, for their dislike of the word no. I also wish there were more wolves out there who would put a stop to alphas like him. Unfortunately, the pack leaders only get together once a year, and there’s not exactly a forum for members to attend where we can complain about the leadership or air our grievances. It’s our duty as pack members to submit—that one word completely ingrained into our culture.
It doesn’t help that those who get their wolf spirits in the Flux have another side to them that follows a whole different set of rules. Animalistic rules that are more about brute and brawn and the strongest genes for survival. Wolves are about pack and hierarchy. It’s difficult to demand equality and rights when your animal happily submits to maintain pack balance and secure a strong mate.
Knowing my luck, the spirit I get will be an omega, and then I’ll constantly be at war with my head and my soul, bowing down to anyone and everyone who demands it of me.
Ugh.
It’s sacrilegious and very frowned upon in our culture to hope for one thing over another. The wolf chooses wisely is what I’ve been taught since I was in the womb, but I can’t help but hope for a beta, or at worst, a delta.
A howl rends the air, echoing from the distance, calling for a gathering of some sort. I groan and rub a hand down my face. I can probably ignore it since I have a good excuse for not wanting to be social. But I should leave just in case a certain asshole comes by looking for me.
“You should go, Hess,” I encourage, pushing up off my stool. “Like you said, there’s nothing for you here. You deserve to be happy. Mom would want that for you, and so do I,” I tell him, tossing my empty bottle into the bin and thinking through the safest places I could go right now where none of the other pack members will be.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Hess interjects, but I wave his concern away.
He did, and that’s okay. It’s time I start figuring things out and accepting that I’m all I’ve got now. No point holding a grudge against Hess who’s also trying to do what’s best for him.
“I’ll stay until after the Flux. Make sure you’re okay,”