Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 75

Chapter 72 – Evie?

Astennu

Our father’s dour expression hadn’t let up since we set foot in the training centre yard, his hands clasped tightly behind his back and surveying over the warriors assembling. During winter, we would hold sessions both outside and in. It wasn’t as though a threat would come exclusively on a balmy day with perfect wind conditions. So we tried to train in as many weather conditions as possible.

Aside from saying good morning with a curt nod, he hadn’t said another word. We had had our share of disagreements in the past, but he hadn’t been this bull-headed over his stance before. I understood he held his prejudices over rogues because of what had happened to my mother; I understood, but I didn’t agree, not by a long shot. It all came down to reputation again with him; he didn’t want to admit he was wrong and have others know he surrendered. In his eyes, it was a sign of weakness.

What made the tension worse between us, was the lack of a buffer. Kate wouldn’t be attending training for a while and Tamlyn would be somewhere on the other side of the pack, running her trackers through their scent drills.

So here we were left, alone with our grouch of a father.

Who didn’t love endless hours of awkward silence and an atmosphere so tense it could be sliced like a taut rope?

‘Focus on tonight,’ Aasim breathed in and out, attempting some form of meditation to keep himself from bursting. ‘We’re getting marked!’

Just the notion, the anticipation of Evie sinking her canines into my neck, marking me as hers forever and experiencing our souls entwine, permanently binding us in a way that only death could break…

‘Bi sharafak (seriously, dude),’ Badru back-handed my chest, drawing me out of my thoughts. ‘Head in the game, ‘akh (bro). This is usually you telling me.’

My head whipped up to see my father staring my way, expectant and irritated, the entire training yard of warriors quiet and waiting.

‘Are you here, or are you elsewhere?’ His jaw ticked and the vein on the side of his temple drummed in a matching beat. “Astennu, care to lead our warriors through their warm-ups?”

I had completely zoned out in front of everyone with a dopey smile plastered on my face, spread from ear to ear.

‘My bad,’ my wolf pleaded guilty, raising his paws in the air. ‘It’s just… I can’t get my mind off of our mate. It feels like we need to be with her.’

‘It’s both our bad… I know what you mean.’

Evie was beginning to concern me that we had returned too early. She had complained of a stomach ache that had begun this morning, waving off breakfast. My mate wasn’t one to pass up on food, but she swore it was simply nerves over her impending rendezvous with my mother alone. If it continued, I didn’t care how much she protested, even if I had to toss her over my shoulder like a caveman, she was going to the pack clinic.

Our warm-ups pushed on, the biting breeze losing its sting as our muscles and bodies prepared for the rigours to come. To get our blood pumping, I decided on a short but steep incline run, just for an hour or so to put our first class of elite warriors through their paces. Our father nodded his approval, bringing up the rear to our group so no one was left behind.

It was interesting to sense the faint emotions trickling through our bond with Evie. An emotion of embarrassment here and there, no doubt from her characteristic blunt and brusque manner of speaking. She was so adorably awkward in situations where she had to try and act polite and genteel, neither of which were words in her vocabulary. The odd flash of sympathy sparked in our bond, which I hoped meant our mother was opening up to our mate and vice versa.

But what I was unprepared for was a sudden burst of discomfort, a sense of vulnerability.

The unpleasantness was enough to stop me in my tracks, just as I was leaping over the craggy sharp incline of our run; Badru, too, stopped abruptly.

Something wasn’t right.

Our group gathered around us in a stop, wondering why we suddenly seemed out of it and had come to a grinding halt.

‘Evie?’ My twin and I mind-linked in unison, but it was as though we were reaching out into a void.

‘I don’t feel r-’

feeling I experienced when Evie fell asleep, but in those moments she was

our mother’s name whispered from my father’s mouth. The look of abject dread and desperation

a look for a split-second, no words

speed, skidding down most of the trail we had sprinted up just minutes ago. I was cursing myself for suggesting we start our session with a run. I had added at least thirty minutes from what it could have been had we stayed

knew was that our mate and mother were unresponsive, we had no clue what threat was lurking and the last thing we needed was

back as quickly as I can,’ Tamlyn’s voice cut across the racket of mind-links coming through. ‘But we’re on the other side of the pack. We’re at least an

our paws connected with

needed our Gamma

the door and my claws carving gashes into the sidewalk. My brother was behind me seconds later, followed by my father. Four warriors were already on the scene, one holding the door open for us

sliding to

moon flower…” his trembling hand traced her

If it weren’t for my father holding her head up, she wouldn’t have the ability. A red

werewolf musky edge, so she must have been a human pack member. A small trickle of blood seeped from her temple and a thick wooden tray

only person

other than the Luna was drugged and had her hands tied. The waitress looks to have been knocked out with a blow to the head,” the she-wolf warrior who had held my mother spoke. “There was no one else here when we arrived. We’ve checked the Luna and she looks uninjured, but an ambulance is on the way for her and the poor young girl, there,” she nodded down to the floor where the waitress lay. “We think it was the tea that was laced because there’s only a single bite taken from the food on the table but the tea has been a fair

dripping to the wooden floor.

over our mother and moving to wear our mate’s scent was thickest on the floor.

the table informed us, pouring the tea contents into a bottle. “We’re hoping they can pick up what we can’t. There’s no other scents around except something chemically, so we think whoever is responsible was wearing a scent cover and used it

hands, her grip tightening and loosening on the

her fears and then addressed me directly. ‘We need to get on the trail before we lose

father. ‘Stay and coordinate the others when they

followed my twin, leaping out of the open window without

back of the establishment, away from any eyes of the pack, and faced part of the surrounding forest. The scent of an exhaust lingered in the air, but we were on the edge of the commercial district of the town. The smell could be from any number of cars, wafting over from patrons’ or delivery vehicles in the area. The path around the building had been shovelled

over, his wolf nosing on the

fresh tire tracks from an off-road vehicle imprinted into the snow and mud, leading eastward through the woods to avoid

fastest with the better nose. I was aware of a few warriors following, but they would soon fall behind,

the trail, my brother sent up an alert to the eastern patrol on our borders,

be more than a few minutes old,’ the patrol reported. ‘They lead onto the Yakama Reservation. Do you want us

borders secure,’ my twin instructed, knowing the best way to proceed in an emergency. ‘We’re on our way to

growing more distant. Aasim was solely focused on two things: willing our bond

would happen. A sick and gut-wrenching

they had nothing more to share. The dense overhang of evergreen firs around would dampen and mask most sounds and the perpetrator’s exit had

was one name that rang in my head

there

permission from the wiccan Elder before setting foot on their land, as a sign of respect. But with our future Delta, Elan, being part of the Family, we had

or warriors. Their focus was tending their land, preserving

intersected the forest, mud overspilling on the tarmac where the vehicle had slid onto its surface. Just ahead of us was a dilapidated shack, half caved in and on its way to being reclaimed by nature. The only standing structure was a rotten lean-to, its door hanging haphazardly open. Outside and skidded to a halt sat a vehicle, the driver’s door and trunk wide open and a faint dinging of an

we neared, yanking the nearest