Chapter 3 Sweet Home

The two women immediately introduced themselves as the boys turned and retreated back into the trees.

Dammit.

Eve was the taller woman covered in tattoos, and Prim was the shorter woman with red hair that reached her ass. They inclined their heads in the direction of Dianthe, waiting for an answer. She nodded at them quickly, pretending to grin and frown at the same time.

Should we follow them? she asked.

The two women looked at each other as they stood on either side of her. Prim asked Dianthe as they joined arms, "What pack are you from?" as she cleared her throat.

Dianthe shrugged. I don't think I have one. Despite the fact that her memories were burned, she had the impression that she was at least partially correct.

Or are those merely symptoms of hunger?

Both of the women scowled in confusion. "What are you?" Species asks.

'Fae.' A whisper resonated in her thoughts with a dwindling quiet, like leaves trembling in a gentle breeze.

Raising her brows, Dianthe "I think I'm a Fae," was said so slowly that it appeared to be a question.

Prim looked at Ianthe's unclean body and raised her eyebrows. I have never come across a Fae.

Age: "What's your age? Eve spoke while crossing her arms across her chest.

I'm not sure. possibly in their 20s? Before the age of twenty? Dianthe felt it was frustrating that she was forced to estimate her age based on the earlier reflection of herself in the creek because she couldn't remember her exact age. Her face was devoid of the soft roundness of a teenager's and any emerging creases.

They said, "Same," and nodded their heads while grinning a little. Dianthe could feel the overwhelming sense of welcome that Prim in particular sent off, but she couldn't help but feel disappointed that the unnamed man wasn't coming with her. She could see his figure up ahead, along with another guy who kept staring back at them with curious azure eyes.

She cocked her head in the direction of the men and inquired of her friends, "What are their names?"

"Well, that one," Prim said, indicating the youthful-looking man with the short chocolate hair and slouched shoulders. "His name is Jed. He is the brother of Alpha and one of our gammas.

Eve, the other Gamma, boasted arrogantly.

Dianthe nodded and smiled, even though she didn't know what the words meant.

"That brunette bodybuilder over there is my mate, Orion. Prim smiled and pointed to her left with her starry eyes.

He gave the women a sneering glance before becoming prim. The love he had for the puppy was evident in his eyes.

Each of us is a Delta. The person standing next to Alpha is Liam. "He's our beta," Prim stated, as if her claim made perfect sense.

Dianthe lost her curiosity. Do you expect me to comprehend your meaning when you use the terms beta, delta, or mate? Please let me know if it's not Alpha, if it is. That snob.

Prim's eyes became larger, and her cheeks began to flush. Eve, on the other hand, hid her laugh in her hand.

Prim stumbled, "N-no. It's Greek. We've got ranks. Or perhaps titles. Delta follows Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. And he goes by the name of...

Prim began to stammer startlingly, and Dianthe scrunched her face in reaction while giggling. "Just spit that out!"

Before murmuring "Embry," her almond-shaped eyes went to the man in front of her.

Why was that challenging to express? Dianthe felt heated when she heard the name, but she held back from uttering it in front of so many strangers. It wasn't until she heard Liam chuckle that she even realized Embry had been talking.

Weird.

Ianthe's shoulder was gently nudged by Eve, who grinned and added, "Usually, we refer to Embry as Alpha as a sign of respect."

"Why?" "Because, kid, we're dogs. Liam had appeared out of nowhere, grinning. Terms relating to hierarchy

"Liam!" Orion groaned as he drew nearer. Declare, "Shut it.

Dianthe grew curious. Do you resemble the other beings that kidnapped me in any way?

Wolves, my sweetheart. Canines are us, too. Liam made a deep bow and had an unusual accent.

"Don't patronize her, you idiot!" shouted Jed. The fact that they weren't humans wasn't all that unexpected, given their remarkably rapid movements.

Liam raised his eyebrows and grinned savagely once again. I claim that you were jealous since you didn't approach her initially.

Even though Dianthe liked the attention, Embry kept walking at least 20 feet in front of her. She wanted to talk to him so badly.

"Where are we going?" is a question. She was asking about Liam, but Jed answered first.

The "pack house."

That hardly explains anything. Dianthe walked on with her lips pursed. The group was in complete silence for a while until the Fae could take it any longer.

What's your pack's name, exactly?

Prim grinned and clearly sighed, as though the silence was bothering her as well. Burning claw. Unconquerable is the Latin equivalent.

Each gang member radiated pride in their status. Dianthe questioned whether they were given the choice or made it themselves. She softly chuckled at the idea that the first statement might be accurate.

"You guys really like your old languages," Dianthe observed with a smile before picking up her speed. She tried to keep up with Embry without starting to trot, but it seemed that if she didn't move quickly, she would fall far behind him. To chase a man would be to debase the Fae.

She would yell at one, though. "Embry, I'm sorry. I have a question for you.

The group paused as soon as his body turned to meet hers. He was now only a few feet from Dianthe, who had continued on unabated. His gaze shot back to her, disappearing into the trees, and five sets of feet could be heard sprinting parallel to him.

There were just the two of them.

"You didn't have to eject them through force. I barely had a few minutes to talk to you.

Embry's laugh, which completely erased his previous puzzled expression, lifted her spirits. "Fine, go ahead.

Dianthe scowled as all of her prior ideas vanished out of nowhere. What exactly do you know about those wolves I was with?

He sighed and pondered as he looked down at her. They originate from a close-by pack. Their Alpha is someone you don't want to meet. He kills for amusement. After killing his beta, Zaire severed his dirty neck.

As Embry cast a resentful glare in her direction, Dianthe experienced a strange pang flood through her chest. The pain grew worse, and she gently rolled over. My mother is also possessed, right?

As warm hands encircled her shoulders, she trembled. You inquire, "What's wrong?"

I'm not precisely sure; she admittedly lied, shaking her head. Last week, when I woke up in a Fae realm and outfit, I had no memory of anything. Her skin had a glow on it that masked the coolness of her wet attire.

"Nothing at all?"

The girl shook her head once again as she cast a questioning glance in his direction. He was so cute.

Are you a Fae, though? He had overheard their conversation before.

Therefore, Prim murmured.

"In my opinion, without a doubt, the minimum of 50%.

His expression became much more stern. What about the other half, you ask?

She continued walking with her shoulders back and her ears raised. Embry was one-half stride behind her, and she could feel his gaze on her back. "I'm not certain. That must make it human, I suppose. Half-breeds are uncommon, Dianthe. His tone was tentative and low. They frequently come about through illegal means.

She shuddered at his remarks, but she was convinced they were untrue. "No. Not me. I have a good feeling that love was the reason I was born. Dianthe chuckled despite the odd word choice since it made her think of something she had heard before.

My mom must have said that. She buried Janna's remark that her mother was once again in pain in the hopes that Embry wouldn't notice.

"I thought you had no memory." His voice sounded guarded once more.

She quickly retorted, her hands trembling. "Sometimes, things just occur to me. Are we almost there yet? My legs hurt.

Her bare, battered feet, covered in muck and filth, caught his attention right away.

Before advancing, Embry grabbed her into his arms and held her tight to his chest. Despite her protests and glares at him for the unexpected movement, he felt so warm. She didn't move as his heat warmed her chilly digits.

When it rolled off of him, the earthy scent that emanated from his neck was identified as cinnamon. Dianthe simply inquired, "What makes you smell so good?"

He shrugged, a slight smile playing over his lips. At the sudden movement, she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck.

When he remained silent, she rolled her eyes and grumbled, "You're carrying me. The least you could do is answer my questions. I did." You shrugged.

"Yes," I answered, "because I'm not sure.

She rolled her eyes once more and tipped her head back as if she were dead. I can see things there. It resembled a small upside-down shed with barred windows and a sagging roof covered in orange pine needles.

We provide secure shifting for wolf pups in our holding cells. The tenderness of his voice made Dianthe melt even more into his touch. She grimaced as she saw that her wet clothing had soaked his clothes.

So, I suppose we're getting close. As the pack house drew nearer, she became more enthusiastic. She nearly screamed at the allure of a warm shower before lifting her head again and letting it rest against his strong chest.

She heard a rhythmic hammering, and her heart started to beat more slowly. Dianthe took a final gaze at Embry, who was pausing due to her quivering jaw. She watched as his eyes grew stern toward the edge of the trees and his Adam's apple slowly bobbled.

It's nearly there, he remarked.