My Miracle Luna
Their Gemini Wolves Chapter 57

{Rylee's P.O.V.}

Ever since William and Olivia went back to the Lunar Kingdom a few days ago, I felt like my life was just so empty. I tried to dwell on what William told me, to consider myself lucky for the family that I did have-Wyatt, Sam, Ronan and Grace, and everyone else in between. The pack itself was also my family, but I couldn't help but feel as if something was just missing. I don't know if it's because I got so used to William being around all the time, or if it's the fact that it felt like I've lost another father, but I felt anything but whole at the moment.

Wyatt was giving me space, and he wasn't trying to pry into my feelings. I was incredibly grateful for that since I wasn't sure I could handle his tough love crap right now. Grace was doting on me and waited on me hand and foot ever since Wyatt told her along with everyone else that I may be pregnant again. I wasn't positive myself but, now that I thought about it, I had been feeling sick for the last day or two. Grace was gracious enough to provide me with my favorite pregnancy meal: steak and potatoes. Everything else was making me want to throw up, which led me to believe that I was, indeed, pregnant again.

I honestly wish I weren't, especially with everything that was going on. I just didn't have the mental capacity to deal with being pregnant while trying to figure out a way to get rid of the Pattersons once and for all. I looked at the clock and saw that it was just about time for Wyatt to come home from work. Sam was playing on his play mat, minding his own business. He was still obsessed with that black wolf plush that Olivia conjured during my pregnancy with him.

"Mommy, where Daddy?" Sam asked all of a sudden. I picked him up and placed him on the bed with me. He crawled in between my legs and continued to play with the wolf plush.

"Daddy should be home any minute. Then we're going to wash up and get ready for dinner, yes?"

"Yeah!" Just as I said that the door to the bedroom opened and in walked Wyatt.

"Hey," I greeted him as he loosened his tie.

"Hey back. How are you feeling, dearest?" he inquired as he walked over to me and kissed the top of my head, ruffling Sam's hair afterward.

"I'm sad, but it is what it is," I replied.

"You up for going down for dinner, or did you want to stay here?" he asked.

"Ummm," I thought about it for a minute. I had been secluded in our bedroom since the day William and Olivia left, and that was three days ago. Though I wanted to stay in here, away from everyone and their questions, I knew that I couldn't keep hiding. "I guess I can go down."

"Are you sure? If you're not ready then you don't have to, Rylee."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I don't want to, but I know that I have to. I'm the Luna, and I can't isolate myself every time something emotional happens to me." Wyatt sighed and nodded his head. I gave him a curt smile before turning to Sam. "Sam, what do we do before dinner?" "Wush hans!" he said and clapped his hands.

"Come on, buddy, let's go wash our hands for dinner!" Wyatt said in a cheerful tone and scooped up Sam, throwing him in the air while walking to the bathroom. I smiled at them and threw my body back onto the bed when the door closed. Rylee, are you okay?

No, Kaleigh, I'm not okay. I miss William and Olivia. They were like second parents to me, aside from Ronan and Grace. They were there for me when I was at my lowest point, through thick and thin. And now, suddenly, they're both gone.

Rylee, you know they were never meant to stay with us forever. You knew that William was something more than just the first Primordial.

I know, I know, but still. It sucks. He said he would stay and help me train Sam when he became of age.

You heard what William said, that's your job now. You. Us. We're the matriarch of Primordials. And who better to train our son than us?

I hear what you're saying Kaleigh, and I know that you're right. It doesn't stop me from feeling lonely.

Oh, come off it, Rylee. You're not alone. Far from it. You have me, Wyatt, Sam, all of our friends, your sisters, and the little one growing inside of you.

What?

What?

Kaleigh, did you just say little one?

Oh, yeah, the little one. Perhaps going to see Dr. Andrews after dinner would be a wise idea.

Before I could say anything else, Kaleigh buried herself deep within the back of my mind.

"You did not just do that!" I shouted out loud.

"Do what?" I turned my head and saw Wyatt and Sam both staring at me.

"Ugh, not you. Kaleigh," I replied and sat up.

"Why are you arguing with your wolf, baby?"

"We weren't arguing. She just ... ugh... she confirmed that I am, in fact, pregnant." "YOU ARE!?!" Wyatt shouted at the top of his lungs and threw Sam in the air.

"WYATT!! BE CAREFUL!!" I screamed as Sam thankfully landed on the bed.

"Oh, crap! I'm sorry, buddy!" Wyatt quickly apologized and looked Sam over. Sam was nothing but giggles, and yet here I was freaking out that he may have gotten injured.

"More! More! Daddy, more!" Sam demanded. I gaped at him. Wyatt just shrugged and picked him up happily and threw him on the bed again. Sam was laughing so joyfully as he landed face-first onto the bed. He got up, ran to Wyatt as fast as his little legs could take him, and this happened over and over again until Melody came in to call us down for dinner.

We stopped the fun, much to Sam's displeasure, and went down for dinner. Pack members greeted me; some gave me hugs and some only sympathetic looks. Some looked at me with disdain, and I was certain it was because we were never fully upfront about William and his true identity, although William did say it was okay for us to announce it. It wasn't our place to do so. Grace had already informed me that Wyatt threatened those who were unhappy with us, and I was glad that he did. I didn't want to deal with everyone's personal issues with us. I already knew we could never make everyone happy, so it was a step in the right direction.

As we entered the dining room, Melody, Milan, and Michelle came up to me and gave me a group hug. Kaleigh was right, I wasn't alone, and having my closest friends comforting me helped a bit. As soon as they let me go, Kelsey, Dianna, Natalie, and Lisa also came to hug me. I had to admit, this felt nice. As we broke apart, they gave me smiles of sympathy and went to their respective tables.

Wyatt put Sam into his highchair, and the kitchen Omegas along with Mr. and Mrs. Williams were setting all of the tables for dinner. I was happy to see that my place setting already had some steak and potatoes waiting for me, and I could feel my mouth start to water. The moment I sat down in my seat, something suddenly crashed down on top of the table.

"AHHHH!!!" Melody and Michelle screamed while Milan and I jumped back. We then heard more crashing sounds and the screams of other pack members.

"HOLY f**k!"

"WHAT THE f**k!"

"AH! SON OF A b***h!" I could hear people shouting and cursing left and right.

"Wyatt!" I called out to him as he picked up Sam, who had started to cry because of the horrific sight before us. Jason and Milan picked up their twins while Kendrick grabbed Leighann, and Angelo took Nicholai. Everyone pooled out of the dining room as the pups and young children were crying and screaming in fear.

"Everyone, get your pups and head for the bunkers!" Wyatt commanded. Everyone scrambled about trying to get to the bunkers. "Rylee, take Sam and go with my mom,"

"But..."

"No buts Rylee. Just do as I say, please!" he begged as he handed Sam to me who was still crying bloody murder. I didn't want to argue, especially considering what just happened in the dining room. I took Sam, and I followed everyone to the bunkers. "Who the f**k was that!?" Michelle asked as she was trying to console Nicholai.

"I have no idea, but whatever that was and whoever did it, they're obviously trying to send a message," I answered.

"Did you guys recognize the one that landed on the guards' table?" Melody asked, clearly still shaken up. We all nodded our heads, except for Michelle. She apparently didn't notice.

"Rylee, what the hell was that!?" Kelsey asked me as she was holding her baby girl who was bawling just like the rest of the young pups. I was just glad that the infants and toddlers wouldn't remember that. I felt horrible for the older ones who have now been scarred for life. I looked at her as I held Sam close to me.

"Dark magic."

{Wyatt's P.O.V.}

After we managed to get all of the castle pack members safely inside of the bunkers, I went back into the dining room for further investigation along with Kendrick, Jason, and the top guards of the pack. "Holy s**t," Kendrick gasped. "Who the f**k would something like this?" Jason muttered as he surveyed the room.

"I can think of only one person that would be this sick," I answered. Everyone turned back to me.

"Eric Patterson," we all agreed in unison.

"Alpha, I think I know who this is," Owen reported as he inspected the body that had landed on their table.

"Yeah, I think I do too," Angelo confirmed while looking at it or, rather, her. She was facedown on the table, but Angelo lifted the back of the shirt she was wearing; sure enough, there were scars all over.

"What the ..." Keaton said as he walked over. I was certain he recognized his own handy work. "Is that?"

"Yes, young Beta, I believe that this is Andrea West," Owen answered.

"f**k, if that's Andrea, then that would make this Daryl on our table," Jason asserted. I looked over and, sure enough, it was. He, too, was face down, but his clothes were the exact same ones he had worn to my office earlier today. "Then I guess that this one would be Ada West, Andrea's mom," Maddox announced as he checked out the body that landed on the lower Omegas' table.

"How the f**k did they get into the dining room like this?" Hugo asked.

"How else, man? It has to be black magic," Darius answered.

"That would mean Eric Patterson has ties to a dark witch," Jason responded.

"Are you that surprised?" I asked him. He shook his head no.

"Why would he kill his own mole?" Kendrick wondered, assessing the damage to the dining room.

"One of two reasons. West was stupid and gave himself away as a double agent, or Eric is just that f****d up in the head that he killed him for the sake of killing him. And, since he killed West, there would be no reason to keep his mate or daughter alive," I replied. I shook my head in disgust. Eric had to go, and he had to go now. "Let's clean this up. I'm quite sure the young ones are all traumatized and will be having nightmares for the rest of their lives." "Young ones!? I'm going to be having nightmares for the rest of my life!" Kendrick whined. "Dead bodies just dropped out of thin air onto our dining tables! How is no one else freaked out about this!?"

"We are, we're just not whining like a little b***h the way you are!" Keaton shouted at him. Kendrick growled at his little brother while the rest of us tried to contain our laughter. I shook my head and had the guys clean up everything. Albeit released or banished, at one point these three were pack members, so we were going to bury them on pack lands like any other pack member. The guards took over cleaning the dining room and throwing everything away while getting the damage report taken care of. The other ranked members and I took care of the bodies.

We had Dr. Andrews bring us body bags, and we put them in as gently and respectfully as possible. Dr. Andrews provided us with three gurneys so we could wheel them out more easily. It wasn't necessary to do an autopsy on any of them since Dr. Andrews was able to determine the cause of death just by looking at them. Andrea and her mom were shot in the heart with silver bullets while Daryl's windpipe was snapped, dying from traumatic asphyxiation.

I felt remorseful, knowing that Rylee and my decision to have West spy for us may have gotten him killed. But I also felt as though he signed his own death warrant by turning his back on us and working for Patterson. Leveraged or not, West made his choice, and a choice like that had consequences.

"I hope you're not feeling guilty or responsible for what happened to him and his family, Wyatt," Jason told me, almost as if he could read my mind.

"A little, but I also know he made his bed, and now he has to lie in it. Eric Patterson is a disease, and who knows how many more people he's killed already." Jason nodded and was about to say something when my phone rang. "Hello?"

"Wyatt, it's Richard. I need to speak with you, it's urgent!"

"Richard, I'm kind of dealing with something here, can it wait until tomorrow?"

"Does your situation have to do with dead bodies dropping out of the sky?" I snapped my head up and looked at Jason whose eyes were wide with shock. "Richard, how did you -"

"Because it just happened to us here at Golden Moon. We were in the dining hall getting ready for dinner when four bodies of recently banished pack members appeared out of thin air! One of the bodies was also a current pack member by the name of Thornton. He's Lorelai's and Damon's father."

"What? Their father?"

"Yes, we believe that he was the mole that has been working for Eric. He went missing a week ago, and his family has been under the impression that he went off on some kind of business trip. They're devastated and angry, as you can imagine."

"Richard, you need to keep Lorelai, Damon, and their mother under guard. Daryl West and his family were the victims here. Their daughter was banished for attempted murder, and I released West and his mate to go find her. They've been in hiding, and West was a mole for Patterson as well. We think that Eric is leveraging their family's safety as a way to get them to work for him. If they die, then their family dies too."

"I understand, Wyatt. I will make sure that they're placed into protective custody."

"Richard, we need to gather the Alphas of all neighboring territories. According to West, Eric had moles from every pack. There's no telling how many people he's killed, or how many packs he's going to send bodies to." "Wyatt, didn't you say that West said something about an Alpha's meeting coming up?" Jason asked me.

"Richard, one second." I placed my palm over the receiver. "What?"

"West, you said that he told you that Patterson was planning something for the next Alpha's meeting or something like that," Jason replied.

"Yeah, your point?"

"Wyatt, he's saying what if this is a ruse to get you and the other Alphas to call your own meeting? You said so yourself, that there's no official meeting until next year," Kendrick replied. For once, Kendrick made sense.

"My point exactly. What if Patterson wants all of the Alphas to have an emergency meeting at one centralized location out of fear. Then he could strike, and Rylee's vision could still come true," Jason responded. Hearing what they just said, I realized that they were 100% right. This was definitely a trap.

"Richard, change of plans."