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-’

with the force of a sledgehammer nonetheless. The sense of our bond fading, slashed my insides apart. It was the same feeling I experienced when Evie fell asleep, but in those moments she was with us, safe, warm, content and completely at ease. This, what I

my father’s mouth. The look of abject dread

shared a look for a split-second, no words needing to

suggesting we start our session with a run. I had added at least thirty minutes from what it could have

behind us to follow. I sent an alert to stand-by warriors, commanding any close to the Amarin tearoom to converge and to any other pack members to stay away. All we knew was that our mate and mother were unresponsive, we had no clue what threat was lurking and the last thing we needed was pack members

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

rocks as our paws connected with the flatter terrain, bolting around the outside of the

needed our Gamma

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 to rush inside and instructing us upstairs. Two she-wolf warriors waited

back, sliding

his trembling hand traced her

head up, she wouldn’t

the werewolf musky edge, so she must have been a human pack member. A small trickle of blood seeped from her

person

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

liquid running and dripping to the wooden floor. Another cup lay in shattered pieces, knocked over by whatever had happened

slip a small whine, sniffing over our mother and moving to wear our mate’s scent was thickest on

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 on the future Luna to hide their escape.

hands, her grip tightening and loosening on the bottle in

fears and then addressed me directly. ‘We need to get

to our father. ‘Stay and coordinate the others when they arrive. We’re going after

I followed my twin, leaping out of the open window without a

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 for snow, as had the small parking lot, the small drive for goods deliveries and

My brother called over, his wolf nosing on the edge of the forest through the sparse

off-road vehicle imprinted

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

alert to the eastern patrol on our borders, receiving a reply almost immediately that

old,’ the patrol reported. ‘They

twin instructed, knowing the best way

solely focused on two things: willing our bond to awaken with

knew, deep down, none of it would happen. A sick and gut-wrenching despair was firmly

to share. The dense overhang of evergreen firs around

been changed by my own hand since he was thrown from our pack… there was one name that rang in my head incessantly,

this, there wouldn’t be much left of him to

a sign of respect. But with our future Delta, Elan, being part of the Family, we had been granted permission to enter

driver of the vehicle was would meet no resistance on these lands. The wiccan Family here were out-and-out pacifists. They didn’t have patrols or guards or warriors. Their focus was tending their land, preserving the nature that flourished around them. Notions of violence and war were a world

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

the nearest

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