Revelation

Vishous

Fuck it was hard to leave the love of my existence and my best friend behind to face the likely unmovable will of the Scribe Virgin. I left my home without really having the slightest clue how this would play out. The cop was worried sick, my last image of him was a sad sight, hazel eyes stormy with unspoken fear and pity that made my skin crawl beneath the thick leather of my jacket. I had to pat myself on the back for not telling leelan I was leaving to see mommy dearest. I would not add to her already palpable fear over our young and our future. 

The cop and I both knew that I had a lost cause here but what else was there to do? Everyone knew that I was the worst possible example of a worthy male and she had to know that making me Primale would be a fucking big mistake. However, she was giving me no choice. What did she think I was going to do? After I mated my shellan, the one and only true love of my life, that I would give it all up to be her stallion? I shook my head to dispel the unpleasant thoughts from my mind. I would not do that no matter what. God damn it, I was a bonded male and as long as my shellan lived I would not be commanded away from her. I didn’t give in when my bitch of a mother tried to take me away from my female before and I still lived in endless debt to Phury for throwing himself on the metaphorical grenade of being Primale. That thought stopped me cold. Phury. Why did the Virgin want me when Phury stood as Primale of the Chosen? Last I’d heard, the females that had left the Far Side were adjusting well to their new lives at Rehv’s compound. I flexed my gloved hand, leather creaking around a clenching fist. There was fuckery afoot here, I could feel it. 

Rage carried me as I stalked out of the mansion, steeling myself for whatever would come of this meeting. My mind was working a million miles an hour trying to cover each and every scenario that could possibly come up in this not so happy reunion. The freezing wind of the Caldwell winter cut right through my leathers, the bone-deep chill serving to clear my head and sharpen my focus as diamond eyes scanned the shadows that lurked in the fringes of the expansive grounds surrounding the living headquarters of the brotherhood. My stomach churned at the idea of never seeing this again… never seeing my shellan or our young… I gritted my teeth at this new and unwelcome emotion, finally admitting to myself what it was. Fear. Before Jodi, it was an abstract thing, a deep-seated “fuck all” attitude clamping down on anything more than the vague worry that one of my brothers wouldn’t come back from patrol. With a pregnant shellan in my bed and the future so uncertain, I was fucking terrified. 

Quickening

Jodi

*Waking with a lazy stretch I fight my way out of Vishous’s arms, laughing quietly at his muffled groans of complaint before brushing a kiss to his parted lips and easing out of bed, sucking in a breath as my feet hit the cold floor. I pull one of his fleeces from the suitcase and shrug it on, zipping it up to my throat and run my fingers through my hair, my hand falling to rest on my stomach as it seemed to always do now as I step into the hall and head for the kitchen to make coffee. My mind was restless, a nagging sense of dread preventing me from enjoying the peace of the morning as I poured myself a steaming mug and settled on the high stool at the breakfast counter. I was scared. As Z would say it, pants-pissing scared. Of what Havers would find. Of the Scribe Virgin taking my hellren away. Of the fate of our young if he had to leave me. Christ, what a mess. Our private escape to the cabin had been wonderful, a much needed respite from the clamor of the compound which had only grown worse with the swelling of my belly, the weeks grinding by in a stream of concerned shellans and anxious doggen, desperately wanting to be helpful. This trip to the mountains had been a haven in a hurricane. A quiet place to remember how far we’d come. The days had passed far too quickly in a blur of shared vows and tangled bodies but, it was time to go back and face the proverbial music. The appointment with Havers was in just a few hours and I wasn’t going to miss it. Before anything else, I needed to know the child I carried was okay. Reaching over the counter, I flipped on the radio and tuned through the buzzing static to find a station. Stroking a hand over my belly, I sang softly along with the music in the hopes our young would hear me*

Vishous

-the song was streaming through my head like there was no other sound in the world, over and over again, image after image playing behind closed eyelids... There would never be anything like the weekend we’d had in this secluded cabin. Even Wrath had kept intrusion to a minimum. I guess you could say that when the most isolated brother finds some peace in the middle of the war zone everyone seemed to get with the program. Each of the brothers had found what we were looking for even without really knowing what that was.. Fueled by the fear of what could happen during patrol we spent each moment like it was our last... That brought me back to the present, my shellan Jodi, the female that carried my young. It wouldn't be the first time the lineage strayed from our race but, it would be the first time the son of the Scribe Virgin produced a young with someone that was probably never meant for it.. Opening my eyes after I registered the loss of that warm body on top of me, my hearing confirming that leelan was around the kitchen area. With a reluctant groan I pushed off the bed and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, maybe the cold would clear my mind and help me figure out the best course of action to prepare for an unforeseeable future-