#Chapter 220 – Hide and Seek

“Come on, Papa!” Ian shouts, grabbing his father’s hand and tugging him out towards the forest.

“Ian,” Victor scolds, digging in his feet and refusing to be pulled forward without a plan. “Come on, you know better than this. A good soldier isn’t going into those woods without a plan.”

Ian frowns at his dad, frustrated at being held back, but he stops tugging. Victor hides a smile at his son’s impulsive spirit, always seeking his next adventure. It was a courageous trait, but one he’d have to learn how to check and balance.

“Okay, then,” Ian says, crossing his arms and looking up at his dad. “What’s the plan?”

Unfortunately, Victor doesn’t have an easy answer for that. Or, frankly, an answer at all. God damn it, but this was a weird trip. He thought it was going to be a matter of heading into the woods, doing a little camping, finding some woman –

But now? Hide and seek with spiritual forces, with his Luna and his child as the prize?

He sighs anxiously, rubbing a hand down his face. What the hell was he supposed to do?

“Papaaaa,” Ian whines, still holding his hand next to him. “Come on – there is no plan. We have to go.”

Victor frowns down at his son. “Son, we can’t just go charging into those trees –“

“Why nooooot,” he whines again, his face going plaintive. Victor opens his mouth to scold him, to tell him to be more disciplined, but Ian speaks quickly. “Come on, papa, what has the forest been telling you so far – have plans worked? Have any of the things you planned to do on this trip lead you anywhere?”

Shocked, a little, at his son’s insight, Victor’s mouth falls open a bit. Because, honestly, Ian is correct. Dead correct, at that.

None of Victor’s plans had worked out. Not on this trip, and frankly, not in his life. His plan, when he’d done everything “right” according to the rules of society – of marrying Amelia, having children with her, quietly controlling his pack, negotiating and following contracts – all of that had fallen apart in his hands.

The only moments that had brought him any real truth or joy had been…well, they’d been the moments when he’d followed his impulses, reacted against societal norms because something in his body or his spirit told him it was right.

That night with Evelyn, for instance, so many years ago – it should not have happened, but it brought him his sons. Then, bringing her back into his life, moving her into the cottage out back, spending more and more time with her – those had been the things that had brought him joy, fulfillment.

Well, they’d also been the things that brought him dangerously close to death. But – in his heart -he knows that this is his best, true path to a good life. That following his impulses did indeed shake apart the foundations of his life with Amelia, but that that life needed to be destroyed, carried away, so that he could live this one.

a few moments now. “Okay, Ian,” he says, looking down

a fist into the

forward, his hand still in his father’s, but stops suddenly and almost –

his forehead where it hit

asks, looking

takes a few steps forward, his

but, an invisible sort of thickness in the air. He presses harder, but his fingers just curl against it. He can’t press

in him riled at the denial, Victor frowns and drops Ian’s hand, putting his palms against the hardness in the air and pushing with all of his

is adamant. They

air. “What the hell are we

papa,” Ian says quietly, pointing

into the dawn sky. He blinks,

blue sky. Victor’s first reaction is simply to admire it – it’s a

But…

“Ian,” he says. “How long

Ian says, frowning up

was a crescent when we left.

at it again.

sighs, hanging his head. God, would he even have the energy to do

looking with a concerned face up

Victor says, looking back up at the sky. “The moon. What do you think it’s

the moon, frowning, and then he gasps, his face lighting up. “Really!?” He

can do it?” He asks. “I know we only tried it once, that time,

eyes wide with earnest enthusiasm. “Yes, I

hand, preparing himself for the change. His people rarely changed fully, instead only using pieces of their wolf form – the increased senses, the sharper teeth, the ability to grow claws – as a part of their daily life. In wolf form you were…vulnerable.

because their wolf instincts got them into trouble they couldn’t handle –

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