#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.

blinking and realizing that he’s been staring into space thinking for a few moments now. “Okay, Ian,” he says, looking down at his boy. “You’re right. We

a fist

but stops suddenly and almost – well, almost bounces

his

asks, looking around. “What

Victor takes a few steps forward, his hand out, and feeling for something

fingers bounce against something solid. Or not precisely solid, but, an invisible sort of thickness in

hardness in the air and

is adamant. They

air. “What the hell are we supposed to

Ian says quietly, pointing upwards between the

follows his pointed finger upwards, looking into the dawn sky. He blinks, surprised

Victor’s first reaction is simply to admire it – it’s a beautiful sight, and so rare

But…

frowns. “Ian,” he says. “How long have we been in

Ian says, frowning

a crescent when we left. It should…it shouldn’t be

at it again.

sighs, hanging his

looking with a concerned face up at his

looking back up at the sky. “The

his face lighting up. “Really!?” He says, thrilled at the prospect. “Really, we get

at his son’s enthusiasm. “Do you think you can do it?” He asks. “I know we only tried it once, that

earnest enthusiasm. “Yes, I can do it! I

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. An animal. Unpredictable and

who transformed completely into their wolf forms never came back, either because their wolf instincts got them into trouble they couldn’t handle – fights with other animals, stranded without resources – or because

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