Awakening The Silver Wolf

DARIUS POV 

The room was so silent, you could hear a fucking pin drop. Stunned was an understatement for the looks on all their faces. 

I understood that.

They had just been talking about how they didn't need to leave, how they should stay and fight, and now I've brought this up.

We were still going to stay and fight, of course. We were going to show those packs that Lupinarians were not to be fucked with anymore.

The moment we entered the village, I knew the place was lacking in so many ways. It was the 21st century, for goodness' sake, yet these people were living in tents, with no electricity and barely any water. The place seemed as though it had been left behind in another era, all because they were constantly on the run.

These were my mate's people, my mother's people. And that meant they were my people too. Their blood ran through my veins, even though I didn't share any of their traits.

So, I was offering them a new home on my land. I had so much, that I didn't even know what to do with it.

"Why will you offer us this proposal?" one of the older women said, her old eyes narrowed at him. 

"Apart from the fact that my mate is a Lupinarian," I answered, "my mother was also a Lupinarian." 

The woman smiled, her brown teeth on display. "So you're one of us, I see." 

I nodded. 

"That offer is a beautiful one, Alpha Darius," Jorik said, his eyes fixed on me, shining with respect. "There's no need to think about it, we're accepting it. This land is dying, the soil doesn't provide enough food. We will go with you to your pack after we stay and fight." 

Grunts of agreement circled, and I nodded as I made my way back to my seat. However, I stopped when I noticed Ravenna staring at me, her eyes glazed and her lips slightly parted.

"Hey," I said softly as I walked to her and took her hand into mine. 

She raised her other hand to my face and caressed my cheek softly. "I love you, Darius." 

I wanted to lean down and kiss her until she was breathless but did none of that since we were in a room filled with elders whose eyes were fixed on us. So instead I leaned down and kissed her forehead, my lips lingering. "I love you, too." 

I led her to our seats before instead of letting her sit on her seat I sat and dragged her to my lap, my hands going around her to hold her to my chest. 

Ravenna wiggled on my lap, rubbing her ass on my dick. The bastard thought it was time to play and hardened immediately, urging Ravenna on. 

"Stop that," I growled into her ear. 

She giggled and finally stopped trying to kill me, relaxing into my arms. 

"You guys know you won't die if you keep your hands off each other for a few hours, right?" Mia teased. I looked over at her to see a smirk on her face.

"I might die," I answered with all seriousness.

She shook her head and looked back at the council. "Poor Darius." 

The eyes that were on us turned away, smiles on their faces as they began to discuss strategies. According to them, it might be a few more days before those packs come back. 

A few days was enough for me to do what I wanted. Nerves and excitement twitched in my stomach at the remembrance of what I discussed with Dalian and what I planned to do. How will she react? What will she say? 

My eyes went to Dalian and he was already looking at me. As if he knew where my mind went he nodded and went back to discussing with Jorik.

At some point in the meeting, a young man, maybe not older than twenty-three, entered the tent and was introduced as Carl, the commander of their small army. 

I sat Ravenna on her seat as I raised and shook his hand. "Darius," I said. "My pack is yours to command until the fight is over. Just show them where to camp and you don't need to worry about anything else." 

Carl nodded. "A pleasure to meet you, Darius. There's a clearing where your people can set up camp." 

"Excellent." 

After that, it was more planning, until finally—finally!—the meeting ended. 

I was immediately on my feet and taking Ravenna towards the door. That hard-on was still there, and it demanded to be attended to. Who was I to deny it what it wanted? I was just a man. 

We had almost reached outside when Dalian called Ravenna's name. She stopped walking and turned to him. I wanted to all but drag her out of this house but had to wait to hear what her twin wanted.

"Grandmother would have heard of our return," he said as he stopped in front of us, Mia beside him. "Wouldn't you like to go meet her?"

Ravenna beamed, tugging her hand away from me and linking it with her brother's. "Yes! Yes, of course, I want to see her." 

I shot Dalian a look and the bastard winked at me. Fucking winked!

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RAVENNA POV 

I was going to see my grandmother. A part of me felt guilty because I hadn't thought about her since I entered this village, but I pushed that part away with an excuse that I was carried away with the whole planning stuff. The guilt still didn't let on, though.

The hut that Dalian and I approached was unlike any other in the village. Darius and Mia had stayed behind to give us space, so it was just the two of us. 

It stood at the far end, large and sturdy, with its roof thatched with thick layers of straw. The walls were made of strong wooden beams and covered with mud, giving it a solid, weathered look. 

Vines crept up from the ground, winding their way around the structure, while the faint scent of smoke and herbs lingered in the air. Unlike the smaller huts around it, this one had a presence, as though it had withstood countless seasons of wind and rain, each year adding to its history. But that wasn't it, because Dalian had said they had only been here for a few years. 

As we stepped inside, the air grew warmer. The dim light of the late evening filtered through small, round windows, casting soft shadows on the walls. The floor was made of smooth stone, worn by time and use. In one corner, a large fire pit crackled, surrounded by a few wooden stools and woven mats. 

Shelves lined the walls, filled with jars of dried herbs, old books, and worn trinkets. The scent of lavender and sage mixed with the earthy smell of the fire, creating a comforting atmosphere.

This… This was what home felt like. It felt like the house was hugging me, welcoming me. 

In the farthest corner, near the fire, an old woman sat in a large, intricately carved chair. Her skin was paper-thin, almost translucent, with deep wrinkles mapping the years of her life. 

Her hair was silver—silver!—and tied into a simple knot at the back of her head, but strands had begun to fall loose. 

Despite her frail appearance, there was an undeniable strength in the way she sat, her hands folded in her lap. 

I felt a rush of emotion as my eyes met my grandmother's, seeing not just the frailty of old age, but the wisdom and weight of a lifetime lived in her gaze.

My grandmother smiled and opened her arms. "At long last." 

I ran to her open arms with tears falling.