SEPTUPLE UPDATE BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!

THAT'S RIGHT, 7 FUCKING CHAPTERS ACROSS ALL MY PLATFORMS, SO THAT'S;

- 2 PATREON EXTRAS (LEVI AND AIDEN GET DRUNK AND ALEX TOPPING MAX FOR THE FIRST TIME)

- 2 DELICATE CHAPTERS

- 2 MASTER CHAPTERS

- 1 NEW PART OF FAMILY PRANK WAR

AND FOR A LITTLE SOMETHING EXTRA, THERE'S A LIST IN MY NOTEBOOK STATING EVERY CHAPTER FOR EVERY BOOK THAT HAS SMUT FOR EASY ACCESS WHEN YOU HAVE A CRAVING TO READ THEM LOOOL - IT'S CALLED ALL THE SMUT

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Damon's P.O.V

"You just tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable and we'll go home," I say to Will who nods easily, his expression calm where I felt manic. "I'll take you out if you need it."

"Yes Damon," Will groans slightly and I could tell he was struggling to not roll his eyes in frustration. "I promise you, I will tell you if I'm feeling truly uncomfortable and not a moment later. I'm okay."

I look away from Will, biting my lip to cage in the erratic thoughts that fried my brain. Instead, I try to study the busy roads ahead of us, it was midday and the streets were littered with pack members who were carrying out their own daily tasks. 

They weren't staring at us anymore, only a few letting their gaze to look over the pair Will and I made. Thankfully, the also continued to keep their distance from us like I'd told them to through the link.

"I don't mean to sound upset if I did, or ungrateful," Will says drawing my eyes back to him, I find him looking up at me with a regretful expression that made my heart ache terribly. "I appreciate you looking out for me, it's one of the things I love most about you. I just don't want you worrying over me so much that you're not breathing."

"I am breathing," I counter and Will tilts his head with a challenging look. I breathe in and let ou it out before shooting him back the same look.

"Damon," He replies with a snort and chuckle at my antics, his enjoy joy helped ease the storm brewing inside of me. "I'm okay. It's getting easier being outside and I'm getting more comfortable with it, so try to relax a bit."

"Okay," I say giving his hand a squeeze that makes his smile brighten slightly as he faces forward to take in his surroundings. 

We weren't quite in the centre of the pack but we were close enough to the market that the streets were more crowded than the ones on the outskirts of the pack. Raising my eyes, I find the shinning black and grey edges that marked the top of the armoury. The distinct sharp edges stood out in the sky, a bit taller than the surrounding pine trees.

I repeat Will's words in my head and try to actually believe them. 

He was right, he had been doing a lot better with leaving the suite and being around those of the pack he passed by. His heart still raced while we were out, but it wasn't so rushed as it was in our earlier days and every person he passed didn't make him tense anymore.

It was honestly a major improvement that he should be proud of, but I guess my instincts were still high on alert in case things went wrong. It was hard to put that feeling away with how easily Will could spiral, it only took someone touching him to knock his confidence to the floor, the remnants abandoning him to deal with his greatest fears.

It scared me, that was all. So yeah, maybe I had been a bit persistent if not annoying with my constant check-ins. 

Looking down one more time at Will, my muscles unwind themselves when I find him looking around with curious eyes, a small smile growing on his lips - he really was okay.

With that settled, my mind chooses to switch roads and focus instead on what we were doing today and all the possible ways everything could eat shit and run us into the ground.

It'll be fine - Theo assures me, his voice kind and secure as always. You're panicking for absolutely no reason.

Besides the reason that this can all end badly - I retort quickly as I take Will closer to the ends of the street to avoid the crowds in the centre.

Give me your worst-case scenario, please - Theo asks, his tone only slightly mocking.

Worst-case scenario, everyone ignores the knives, they sit on the shelves for months and never get used - I supply quickly, wincing a little as I voice the very possible outcome to Will's plan.

This stupid, fucking idiotic, possibly brilliant, gamble of a plan that Will had come up with.

And if that happens, we simply go back, collect them and keep them for ourselves - Theo replies easily, not bothering to entertain my concerns for more than a few seconds. But it won't, what will actually happen is exactly what Will said because he is... concerningly... always right.

That I could not argue with. Will always knew what to do, before I could even deal with it all he was offering me solutions to help me fix my fuck ups. 

Of course, he wasn't perfect, I wasn't that delusional. For one, he still didn't see Blaze's greatness and some of his suggestions were absolute shit, like when he suggested I try meditating - absolute failure on both ends. But Will was perfect for me, I was sure of that much and he always tried, which was what I would never allow myself to take for granted.

So when he suggested that I made some knives for the pack, I didn't shut him down immediately. I'd never thought to make knives for others, definitely not for the pack in terms of a weapon, it was always just a hobby that served me well. But Will thought it might be the way I found a ground to stand on with the rest of the pack.

It came to him shortly after I made him his first knife - one which he carried everywhere he went - when he asked if I'd ever made them for anyone else. I hadn't, not even for my family because it just wasn't there thing. 

But then he'd kept asking me questions, absentmindedly twisting the knife in his hand, the sharp tip pressed against his finger as he did so, I habit I realised we shared, one that made my spirit squirm with happiness, and my dick a little hard. 

When he figured out that they also served as weapons and that I wasn't the only person in the pack who used them, the idea to make them for the pack came soon after. 

I tighten my grip on the straps of the small duffle I had in my left hand, there were over a dozen different types of knives inside that I'd crafted over the last two weeks with Will watching the process for each one. 

In the end, he examined each as best as he could before he'd beam at me and tell me how amazing it was. I knew that Will didn't love knives the way he did, but he appreciated how much I did and respected how much I loved them and that was all I'd ever wanted.

With the last one being completed last night, Will put an alarm for me to go to the armoury today and get them into inventory for any interested. He didn't really know how things worked but I did, so I used his enthusiasm and support to get myself to actually go.

I thought, for some reason, that I'd go on my own, but Will was the one pulling me to the shower before I'd even blinked myself awake. A big smile on his face as he proclaimed that today would be the day we stepped into the pack.

"I love you," I say out loud, not willing to keep the thought inside my head.

Will looks up at me with clear surprise, not understanding why I'd blurted out the truth so suddenly and unprovoked. But he didn't question it as he offers me that gorgeous smile of his that made me and Theo swoon, "I love you too Damon."

We break off from the main road to approach the large, black building that twisted its way upwards, it's outside structure following the spiralled structure that made up the majority of the armoury. 

Trapped memories escape to overall the image of the guards standing before the entrance with the guards who stood in those same positions years ago when I tried to sneak in. Young wolves weren't allowed inside until they were fifteen, but I'd been determined to see what was inside from the day I found out what it was.

I was never successful though, but I did go in much earlier than other wolves.

Before the fond memory gets tainted by my bleached ones of today, I pull myself back to the present as we pass through the doors and make our way through the large hallway that spread out to make room for the main floor plan.

Sunlight was the main source of light in the armoury, the glass that covered the entire ceiling allowing for the light to shine in undisturbed. In the centre, a wide staircase spiralled upwards with openings that led out to every floor.

As always the entire space buzzed with life and tension of the pack's warriors, whether it was in preparation for a training session, a hunt, a mission or even a match outside the pack. It was brimming with wolves and witches, home to weapons of all kinds for those anyone who wanted to try to master something new. The place was alive and full of the pack's strongest, the scent of power stroking the alpha in me that itched for a fight of some kind. 

(A.N. When he says a fight, this isn't Damon reverting to his violent ways. This is just Damon as a werewolf wanting to bond with his pack members through fights - harmless ones.)

"Damn," Will says under his breath as he looks around, unconsciously drawing himself a little closer to me.

The pack may have refrained from staring, but there were a lot of warriors who stared at us now and I couldn't blame them because this was probably the last place they expected to see the two of us.

"Let's mount them in the dagger and sword section," I say to Will, suddenly wanting to leave. I only make it a few steps before Will stops us, looking at me with an innocent expression of confusion.

"We can't just put them up and leave," Will protests, a frown twisting in to make his confused expression turn slightly sad. "Then no one will know they're yours."

"Some probably will, word will get around," I reply with a shrug. "If it doesn't, that's fine with me."

"But that destroys the whole purpose of doing this," Will argues, clearly not willing to waver on this. "They have to know you made them. You can't teach them how to make them, or get requests for more if they don't."

I struggle to hold back a sigh at Will's reasoning, he was thinking optimistically which I appreciated but it was unrealistic. Before I left, it'd been months since I last trained with my pack and I doubted they'd want to try now that I was back, and with my knives all things. Besides, even if some were to like my knives, there wouldn't be many others requesting for more.

It was a fantasy.

"Is there a reception?" Will asks and I laugh this time because that was so human it hurt. "What?"

"You're human," I answer and his frown deepens making me laugh even harder.

"Yes, yes. Humans are scum and you hate my species, I am aware," He says quickly, his hand circling with disinterest. "There must be someone who monitors all this, I refuse to believe it's a free system."

"It's not," I admit as I look around for one of the permanent attendants. "Colson, Frankie and Wilson are in charge, they have a few working under them."

"Then let's find one of them," Will says and I can't help but smile at his determination.

He really was something special.

Giving in, as I did with all things where Will was concerned, I lead him towards the stairwell and we make our way to the bottom level. The bottom level held showers and bathrooms amongst other things, but we pass all that as I lead Will to the very back of the level. 

In a small room that I assumed was meant to be a changing room, Colson sat in a lone chair with a tablet in hand. Colson was basically always in this room, micro-managing everything from a distance, only leaving when he absolutely needed to.

Colson was a middle-aged man with sharp features that seemed to be carved into place with a cruel knife. His eyebrows were full and thick, a dark black that matched the smooth bed of jelled hair he wore daily. Behind his thin, circle-rimmed glasses, his expressions were always lost or curious, nothing else outside of those two.

But even so, Colson was an impressive warrior. When he focused on the task of fighting, he was one of the better fighters in the pack who could take down another if given the time to learn their patterns. 

Once given that chance, the winner would always be Colson.

I'd found him here when I first came to the armoury on my own without the old man, I'd made that day one for learning every inch of the damn place so I knew where I'd find anything I needed. Colson sat in here when he was eighteen, a notebook in hand and his thick, silver morning star resting against the wall beside him as it did now all these years later.

"Colson," I call and he looks up with slightly lost eyes that clear when they focus on Will and me.

"Damon?" He says sounding genuinely surprised, he blinks a few times to make sure. "Damon,"

"Yeah, that's my name," I confirm but he shifts his attention to Will instead.

"Damon and his mate," He says and Will nods slowly, suspicion crawling into his veins as he studies Colson. "You're human."

Colson had always been a spacey guy. He kind of lived in his world and because of that, he was slower to take in the things around him. Not because of anything other than he didn't really care for much of the world around him, refusing to take in things he didn't deem suitable for his 'building potential'.

Colson and I weren't close but we were on friendly terms, acquaintances at the very least. I didn't think of the guy when I wanted a drink but if I ever wanted to stare at paint dry, he'd be the first person I'd think of.

"Are you on a break?" I ask side-stepping any topic which followed Will being human. "I need to ask you something."

"I am working," He answers.

"I've made some knives, I want to put them up for the pack to use," I say and his eyes immediately dart to the bag I was holding.

"Nothing has been moved or altered in your absence, you can place them in their designated zone," He replies, lifting his tablet with the thought that this conversation was over and done with. 

But Will was not letting me get away this easily.

"Colson," Will calls kindly, drawing Colson's attention back to the two of us as he lowers his tablet. "Is there some sort of inventory we can have it put on?"

"It would be no use, someone would take them soon after you leave them," He says once again returning to his tablet while I stand stunned at his words.

"What do you mean?" I ask and Colson lowers the tablet again.

"You said you made those knives, we all know how good you are with that particular weapon," He explains as his eyes stick to mine while he speaks. "The minute a warrior or wandering member sees you leave them, they will take them."

"Like steal them?" Will asks before Colson could lift his tablet.

"Nobody steals," He corrects before continuing. "They would ask to take them as a personal weapon and sign for it. Depending on their rank, a fee may be required."

 Will looks up at me for an explanation, not quite understanding the process that worked in the pack regarding weapons.

"Most of the pack uses the weapon they want to for the day and return them after cleaning," I explain to Will while Colson returns his attention to his tablet. "For warriors or higher ranked wolves, we take a personal weapon that you keep with you at all times. Most of us get them from the armoury but you don't have to, you just have to have it registered. 

My first pair of knives came from the armoury before I made my own. For wolves who want a personal weapon who aren't fighters of any kind or ranked, you'd have to pay for one since they don't really need one."

"One's need is subjective," Colson inputs, eyes lifting for only a moment.

"Okay, this pack sees it as a nonessential to those types of wolves because they can shift and the training they receive as wolves is enough," I say, working around Colson's point, not wanting to get into a discussion with him. "Most wolves don't use weapons very much outside of specialists so it's not a problem."

While Will digests my words and takes a moment to try and understand yet another part of this world of mine, I turn my attention back to Colson. Before I can say anything, he lowers his tablet as if sensing where this was going.

"You think they'd like them that much or want them to do that?" I ask Colson who pushes his glasses up with a frown.

"You do not seem to think so," He acknowledges, his frown deepening as he blinks several times. "Damon, you are probably the strongest fighter in this pack under your parents, we all respect your strength. Not to mention, you spent a lot of time last year in the armoury. Many have seen the way you use your weapons, there will be a demand."

A flicker of hope beside a mountain's worth of happiness collapses within my chest at Colson's words, rushing over me with a force that made me squeeze Will's hand for something to hold onto. 

During my year of trying to 'revamp my image', I had spent a lot of hours in the armoury and out of all the places throughout the pack where I spent my time, this place had felt the least like community service.

I was comfortable amongst it all, and even taught a few impromptu sessions when the sun was bright and people were in higher spirits than usual. I'd done a few fights too, combat sessions which were more fun that training sessions because here most people used weapons so I could use my knives freely.

It had been... fun.

A piece of me warned me to not believe the words of one pack member so wholeheartedly, especially one so disconnected as Colson but Colson knew what he was talking about when it concerned the armoury.

"Did you think after an entire year of getting to know them, that not a single one would start to like you?"  -  Mekhi's words all those months ago resurface in my minds as my eyes place Colson's confused expression as identical to the one Mekhi wore when he'd said that.

I didn't believe it when he said it, things were too fresh back then too but I couldn't help but at least take them into consideration now when Colson looked at me as if I'd suddenly become pregnant. 

In recent years, I felt disconnected from the pack, as if they were all against me but maybe I wasn't giving them a chance.

"I want to put it in the inventory," I say making him raise an eyebrow. "List them all under my name so even if they go quickly, those who check it know they were there. And if anyone wants or shows interest for more, tell them to... contact me, I'll do it."

"Please," Will adds beside me making me glance down to find him smiling proudly behind his pointed glare that meant to be nicer. "Please can you do all that, and tell them he'd be happy to." Before I question that last part he clarifies. "For those who may be a bit scared, that sounds more welcoming."

With a chuckle, I nod and turn back to face Colson who was looking a little lost in thought now. 

"Leave them here then," He says gesturing to where his own weapon sat. "I'll have them listed and mounted in place before the day's done."

I lower the bag carefully, sending a silent prayer to Goddess for this to go well before I return to Will who sends me a glare before he tilts his head to Colson. "Thank you, Colson," I supply when I realise what he wanted.

"You're welcome," He says before he lowers his head to his tablet and this time we let the conversation wither, leaving him to continue whatever he was doing.

My heart was undeniably lighter now walking back the way we came than it was when we first left the suite this morning, my nerves replaced by joy and contemplation rerouted to consider what in the pack was possibly different from how I'd seen it.

I felt like we'd just turned another page, whether it went the way we hoped or not - it was a step in the direction that looked right from here. 

"How are you feeling?" Will asks while we climb the stairs together. 

"Good," I answer without having to think about it, "Better than good, I'm happy." Instead of a response, Will releases a sound that was sort of a squeal and cheer while he wrapped his arms around my free one and squeezed me tightly. 

I laugh at the awkward embrace and when I feel eyes on us, I take the time to study them. Yeah, some were just staring at us, curious and as nosy as fucking pistachio. But others smiled a bit, some frowned not amused at all while a few laughed at Will's antics before they returned to their tasks.

But none of them were nearly as hostile as I thought they would be.

"There's an ice-cream shop not too far from the pack, want to go?" I suggest and smile when Will smiles back at me with a sparkle in his eyes that made me melt against him.

"It's been a while since we had a date," Will teases and I laugh. 

"I'll make it worth your time," I promise and when we step off on the floor we came in, he presses up on his toes for a kiss I deliver without hesitation. 

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as our lips meet in their familiar caress, endless love spreading between us as we fell into one another completely. I could never tire of having Will in my arms and his perfect love in my heart, I could never tire of Will.

We part reluctantly, and I barely manage to reign myself in after I kiss him twice more sending him into a fit of giggle that made me shiver with pleasure. With smiles on our faces and hearts beating together, we make our way out of the armoury.

But the second we stepped out those doors, those smiles fell away and our hearts found two different rhythms as we come face to face with another pair of mates.

Amelia and her mate's faces drain the same way I knew Will and mine did as we stood frozen, our eyes the only things moving as we looked at one another.  

Goddess has one fucked up sense of humour.

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AWKWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Thoughts?????

I mean, we had to see Amelia again sometime!! Ah I can't wait, I personally adore her character so I'm getting excited to write a bit more about her since I barely do.

Blame the book.

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