LOGINHours passed and Rachel called Buck to tell him she wouldn't make it in at all. He sounded sympathetic as she told him what was going on and she asked him not to say anything to Becca or their mother, until she knew exactly what she was dealing with.
A comfortable truce had been reached, between her and Anita, and in spite of herself, Rachel was warming up towards the other woman. Especially when she learned Anita was gay and happily in love with her girlfriend.
It irked her that Galen had such drop-dead gorgeous lady friends, but it was par for the course, probably. It would be ludicrous, to think a man like him could have lived like a monk his entire life.
She wondered what she would say to him, when he walked through the door, and more importantly, how would he react when he saw her. She rehearsed their coming conversation in her mind, and was still going over it, when the door to the cabin opened, while she was washing her coffee cup at the sink. She dried her hands, not taking her eyes away from him.
Surprise flitted across his face as he took in her sight. And that was it. No smile, no twinkle in his eye, just hurt and bitterness.
"What are you doing here, Rachel?"he asked briskly. "After the other night, I didn't expect to see you here again."
Hot tears stung at her eyes, threatening to spill in torrents down her cheeks. His gruff attitude towards her was something she expected, but experiencing it, was a hundred times worse than in her fantasies.
"I came to apologise, and then I found Anita here. She told me everything. She went for a walk, before you came."
He threw his keys on the table by the door and took his jacket off, not looking at her once. "And?"
Rachel steeled herself against the sorrow in her heart. He was truly and deeply hurt, all because of her.
"I was trying to protect you, by walking away. Galen, I made a mistake, please forgive me."
He looked at her, his green eyes pools of bitter regret. "Protect me?I don't need protection, Rachel. You walked away from me, because you're scared of allowing yourself to feel."
His words cut deep, and Rachel cast her eyes down. "I was scared of losing you. That night we spent together, meant everything to me Galen. When I saw you hurt and bleeding, I realized it was my fault. I brought this spirit into your life, and she nearly killed you."
Anger blazed in his eyes. "You had no damned right, to decide for me, Rachel. What did it achieve?Scared of losing me and yet, you lost me anyway, when you threw me to the side. What logic is that?"
Her tears ran freely down her cheeks now. "It made perfect sense in my head, when I decided it."
Galen furrowed his brows. "It made sense in your head?Really?What about your heart, Rachel?Did it make sense there too, or was yours as broken as mine?"
Rachel turned her back on him, unable to bear the look of anger on his face or the bitterness in his voice. What was she thinking that night?Why didn't she give him a chance to make his own damn choices?
"Answer me, Rachel,"he said. "How did you feel these last three days?"
Rachel slowly turned around, noticing he'd moved closer to her and was only a few steps away from her. She could smell his cologne; he was so close. Close enough to reach out and touch if she wanted to.
"I felt lost without you,"she answered, as honestly as she could. "I felt like a fool for walking away. My heart was broken, Galen."
She imagined he softened his expression slightly. "Now you know how I felt, Rachel. I fell in love with you, the minute I laid eyes on you. I need you in my life. But not if you don't trust me, to do the right thing."
Her eyes widened at his declaration of love, at the uncompromising honesty in his voice.
"I've never had that before,"she said softly. "Unflinching trust."
"I know, you told me about your husband, but I'm not him, Rachel. It’s all or nothing with me."
The gruffness in his attitude and voice were gone as she stared straight into his eyes. "Its not easy for me, Galen."
"Try, at least do that. "
He pulled her closer, until she was against him and held her for the longest moment as the last of her tears spilled from her eyes. His strong frame felt like heaven against her as he whispered in her ear.
"I love you Rachel."
She lifted her head, seeing the twinkle in his eyes, which she loved so much.
"I love you too, Galen, more than I can say. . . Where do we go from here?"
He kissed her, tenderly on each cheek, her tears vanishing against his lips.
"Now, we look to the future, my love, "he said softly, "but first, we have to kick some spirit ass."
“Why does the lone wolf interest you so much? You’ve cemented your place as Alpha of this town.You don’t need to strengthen your army.”Sophia Bruce turned in the high-backed leather chair behind her desk,in the direction of where the voice was coming from. Of course it would be Stefano,no one else in her pack would have the nerve to stride into her office and demand an explanation.“Forgive me,my Queen.How am I to serve you,if I don’t know the full extent of your involvement with him and his brothers?Why is it so urgent for you to have all of them in Colby’s Cove?”The raven-haired beauty smiled.Perhaps it was time for her most trusted confidante to know the truth.He alone would keep her secret safe.Till this moment,only he knew of the witch’s curse of immortality,which had kept her in this world, for 200 years.“I don’t need them to strengthen my army,Stefano.I need them to strengthen my family.”
A gentle rain was falling, a few days later, where the four of them stood huddled under umbrellas, around Allison's grave. After all these years, she was finally getting a decent funeral. Galen held Rachel in his arms as Reverend Matthews said a final prayer, her sobs wracking at her body. It was over and Allison was finally free.They went to her house for tea, afterward. Mrs Morris wanted to leave as soon as she could. She wanted to get back to her business in New York. There was a spring in her step, now that it was over. She seemed relieved and happy, moreso after the funeral.A car was waiting for her and Anita and they stood on the porch, saying their farewells."I can never thank you enough, for bringing me closure,"she said. She took Galen and Rachel's hands. "The two of you, and my trusted assistant, have given me something worth more than all the riches in the world. Peace."An
They converged on the steps, leading up to the asylum. Rachel, Anita, Mrs Morris and the golden wolf. Galen had already shifted. They'd agreed he would be in his wolf form, in case of an attack. Anita stood with a canister of kerosene and a box of matches. If push came to shove, she would be the one to light the fire."It feels strange,"Rachel said, "knowing this will soon be over. Not that I'm complaining!"Anita chuckled nervously. "I've never attended one of these before. And hopefully, I never will again."Rachel gave her a warm smile. "Thanks for being here Anita. I was a bitch to you that day we met, and I'm sorry.Jealousy is definitely not a good look on me.""No worries,"Anita replied. "Just make Galen happy.He’s been through so much and I really feel you’re the one who can heal his heart and he will do the same for you."He walked up to Rachel, nudging her with his head. Sh
"I imagined buying this place, would give her a sense of peace, make her believe a part of me was with her,"Mrs Morris said. "I had no idea the darkness she dealt with, was so powerful."She was still visibly shaken from seeing her mother's remains and Galen pulled Rachel outside, to the porch, while Anita did her best to offer some comfort."I can't even begin to think what her life was like, being haunted for so long,"Galen said. "I think it was meant to be that you showed up here Rachel. You were meant to help her, to free her and give Allison peace."Rachel stared lovingly into his eyes. "A werewolf, believing in destiny. Now that's something new."He kissed her on the lips. "I'm not kidding Rachel. This is what you do, and I'm glad I'm here to see you do it."Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "I'm glad you're here to love me,"she said softly.He pulled her
Days Later. . . ."Rachel, are you sure you don't want me to come up there and help?"Rachel switched her cellphone to the other ear. "Yes, Becca. I'm sure. I don't want you to be here. We don't know what will happen when we confront Allison."Becca sounded agitated. "All the more reason for me to be there Rachel!""No,"Rachel said firmly. "This is my fight, Becca. I want you to stay out of it. I need you to be safe."When the call ended, Rachel stuck her cell in her jeans' front pocket, watching Galen and Anita walk up the pathway. Mrs Morris was with them, her face set in a mask of grim concern. After introducing her to Rachel, the four of them went to the cabin, where Rachel had made a fresh pot of coffee."I always knew, it would someday come to this,"the grey-haired woman said, in her crisp English accent. "My entire life has been defined by this woman, a
"No, please don't do this!""You have to be stopped Allison, once and for all!"Allison struggled in vain as the two men violently grabbed her, pushing her to the ground. Next to her, she saw the young boy, his neck broken and her face bleeding from where he'd scratched her as she strangled him, before ending his life."Hold her steady, "one of the men commanded. The other one sat down on top of her, pinning her with his weight.The one who'd spoken, gagged her, then tied her hands and feet with rope.They dragged her outside, in the dead of night, with her struggling in vain against them. Her white dress tore and ripped with the force of their anger."You will suffer, as you made others suffer, at your hand. "Allison's eyes widened in terror, as they rolled her into the open grave, and the last thing she felt, was dirt being heap