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“I am no boy!” Alexander shouted back, his tone reverberating in the room.
“No!” Wyatt howled back, “when you were a boy, you knew how to show respect!”
“That boy lost all respect for you when you betrayed him,” Alexander chuckled bitterly, “and his father.”
The two men stared angrily at each other.
“I will not allow my daughter to grow any closer to you!” Wyatt shouted.
Alexander was surprised, not at Wyatt’s reaction or even his words. No, he was surprised by the pain he felt from them.
“That’s not really up to you, is it?” Alexander said coldly.
Wyatt snarled and grabbed the chair that sat between them. He threw it against the wall with a force that shattered the arms and legs, sending splinters of wood all over the room.
Silence passed between them as Wyatt huffed furiously.
Alexander took a deep breath. He cleared himself of the child that had worshipped Alpha Wyatt. He let go of the man that loved Selene. Focusing only on the man he needed to be here. The Alpha of Summer.
“When we made this agreement,” Alexander spoke calmly, “we agreed that our people would accept no less.”
Wyatt did not answer, but his eyes told Alexander he heard him.
“I have honored my end. I personally trained Selene. I, the Alpha of Summer, in front of all my people, devoted two weeks to a Winter wolf.”
Alexander took a step closer to Wyatt.
“Now I have come to Winter, while my people still mourn the losses of our last battles, to honor our commitment to this exchange.”
Wyatt’s eyes closed, and he took a deep breath.
“I have returned to be insulted and to find my Beta injured by one of your people. But, even still, you now expect me to willingly accept less.”
Alexander took another step closer to Wyatt. They now stood only inches apart from each other. Wyatt kept his eyes closed. His jaw was clenched, his nose wrinkled, and his brows crumpled together as he listened to the words that Alexander spoke.
“I don’t care if she is your daughter or who she chooses to be with. Is Selene your best Berserker or not?”
Wyatt once again took a deep breath. Then, he opened his eyes and looked directly at Alexander.
“Yes.”
“Then regardless of this conversation or any other words you or anyone else may have whispered into her ear. She is duty-bound to train me. And if you have any shred of honor left in you, you won’t stand in her way. Keep your word,” Alexander turned away from Wyatt. He added, “This time.”
Without another word, Alexander left the room.
Wyatt slumped down on the couch. Dropping his head into one of his hands while the other reached up to his throat, grabbing hold of that precious item just underneath his shirt.
“The closer they get to you…” he whispered sadly, “the more danger they’re in.”
Selene struggled over the events of the past several days. Time was jumbled together in overlapping images and disconnected memories. Each moment entangled with another until she could hardly tell them apart.
What was real? What had she imagined?
Bell had told her repeatedly that the sickness had altered her moods, memories, even her reasoning. What she did or said while it was happening wasn’t her fault.
Yet, the things Selene could remember concerned her. There was an image of Galen on the ground, his eyes pained. Blood on his hand.
Alexander had made her pulse race; she had stood in the cold desperately waiting for him. Her mind had been consumed with fear that he would blame her for Galen’s injury.
And then he stabbed her in the heart.
“No…” Selene whispered to herself, shaking her head. “That wasn’t real.”
She got up from her bed and went to the bathroom. First, splashing cold water on her face to help her focus. Then, looking into her own eyes in the mirror, she tried to get her thoughts straight.
“My heart stopped,” she said quietly, “real.”
“I was… stabbed… in the heart, not real.” Even knowing it was a dream, the words were hard to say. And the fear Selene had felt was still very genuine.
Jackson flashed in her mind, looking up at her, his face covered in bruises in the hospital room.
“Real,” she said sadly.
‘I swear, Selene, I thought it was a practice arrow! I just meant to surprise him, to hit him and make him lose focus long enough that I could get away. I didn’t mean to hurt him! Not really.’ Jackson’s words, and the tears he had shed with them, entered her mind.
“Real?” she said, unsure of why it was a question.
A warmth stirred in her body, a memory floating to the surface.
‘I’m here with you, Selene,’ Alexander whispered softly against her throat, his warm breath tickling her nerves and sending another burst of pleasure that reached down to her toes.
His mouth pressed delicate kisses behind her ear and trailed down the nape of her neck, drawing forth small gasps and moans of delight from her.
She inhaled sharply, gripping the counter tightly as her knees grew weak from the ripples of warmth that traveled the length of her body.
“Not… real…” she whispered heavily, her eyes closed.
Once more, Selene splashed water on her face to regain her senses.
“This isn’t getting me anywhere,” she growled to herself.
Sitting in her room and picking apart every memory or image that found its way into her thoughts was pointless. And it angered her. She needed to breathe.
Selene quickly changed into her sparring gear. At this time of the day, there was bound to be someone on the training grounds. Therefore, she needed a sparring session.
The cold air on the way to the training grounds had been refreshing. The breeze felt like tiny needles crashing into her skin, each painful prick waking her a little bit more from the frazzled state of her mind.
She arrived at the training grounds in time to see the younger wolves finishing up their session.
Her mind traveled back in time to what felt like a lifetime ago, though in truth, it was only a few years. To all the training, the extra sessions, the broken bones. When her classmates would run freely through the forest, she would be here, training.
Selene had trained harder than most other wolves. Her time on the mountainside in the blizzard had emblazoned a harsh reality on her soul. Only the strong survive.
From the moment she returned, she had spent all her time training. Struggling to be the strongest, the best.
The rabbit that had saved her life, nourishment to make it down the mountainside. All these years, she had believed it was a sign, a message from the Goddess. The weak rabbit had died in the blizzard, while Selene, the wolf, had survived.
Barely.
That was the foundation of her entire mindset as a Cold Warrior, as a Berserker. To shed her weakness. To never again feel the looming presence of death waiting for her in the shadow of her failures. But, instead, to take it by the throat and choose to live. Just like she had the rabbit.
But she knew the truth now.
The rabbit hadn’t been a message from the Goddess about the strength of survival. Instead, it was a gift from Alexander. The boy that had feared the wolf but fed it anyway.
‘I didn’t save myself that day. The Goddess didn’t save me…’ she thought to herself, ‘Alexander did, and he doesn’t even know it.’
“Selene,” a recognizable voice called to her.
Selene turned to find Saul behind her. They silently greeted each other.
“What are you doing here?” Selene asked, “Aren’t you still on leave?”
“I was,” he said, “but I am the next ranked Berserker after you.”
Selene stared back at him with confusion.
“So?” she said.
“So, I am the logical choice to replace you,” he answered.
“Replace me?” Selene asked, unsure what he meant. She wondered if she had forgotten something. “For what?”
“Training Alpha Alexander.”
Selene took a step back, surprised, confused.
“What?”
Now it was Saul who seemed confused.
“I received orders from Alpha Wyatt last night,” Saul replied, “I am to take your place in training Alpha Alexander as a Berserker.”
“But I have the highest ranking.”
“Yes, I know.”
“The agreement between our people was that Alpha Alexander being their strongest warrior, would train me. Which he did,” Selene stated. “And our highest ranked Berserker is meant to train him.”
“Yes, I know,” Saul sighed.
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