They say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do. Because when a wolf falls in love with a vampire, loyalties are on the line–and we all know that once a shifter has bonded there’s no turning back.
David faced the elders of his pack with dignity. He stood at attention, his shoulders back and his bruised and battered chin held high. They won’t take my dignity–nor my love for Miriam–from me.
“David, you stand before us accused of cavorting with the enemy. What do you say for yourself?” The leader of the council stood wearing dark robes–total cliche–and his voice boomed through the underground cavern the pack used as a bunker.
“Do whatever you want to me, Johnathan. That stick up your ass isn’t going to allow you to see my point of view about anything having to do with Miriam, anyway.” David shifted from foot to foot, reaching out with his senses to test the climate of his packmates lining the walls of the natural room.
“You know better than anyone what their existence means for us–the prophecy is beginning,” Johnathan said, his voice barely above a whisper yet the words carried throughout the room.
“Stop with the prophecy, already. You know the undead aren’t any threat to us, our kind. They just want to be left alone to police their own. Like we should be. Okay, I should’ve kept my relationship with Miriam quieter, but that doesn’t give you the right to swoop in on your high horses and condemn me for falling in love with her.”
Murmurs rose from around the room.
“That’s right. I’m in love with her, and my wolf has bonded to her. We trust our wolves, right? That means she can’t be this evil being you all have labeled her. My wolf preens for her. He crawls just beneath my skin as I count down the minutes before I can see her again. He leaps for joy as soon as he scents her.” David slowly turned, his arms outstretched. Like he was positioned for his crucifixion.
“Fuck you all if you believe me a traitor for listening to my wolf. Every. Last. One of you.” He sneered. “And if you all listened to your wolves, we likely wouldn’t be in this predicament with the vampires–because one bad vamp doesn’t really spoil the whole bunch.”
Johnathan cleared his throat and the room fell silent again. “Be that as it may, we have rules of conduct for a reason. If you knew you were consorting with the undead, you should have contacted the council. We could have reviewed the evidence and conducted an investigation on your dear Miriam. Instead, you’ve been seen with her in public. Your wolf knew from day one that she was your mate, David. We’re not reprimanding you for falling in love with her, bonding to her. We’re more concerned that you kept it a secret. What are you hiding?”
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