Bound Trilogy: Bound: A Supernatural Story (WLW)

Chapter Fifteen

Xenia kept herself busy by working with the construction crew of the pack and Howard, who was surprisingly useful in the matter, to get her cabin ready on her land. Three days had passed since Bastet had woken and she hadn't left Pen's room. Pen had emerged a handful of times, but stayed with her most of the day and every night. Jules and Xenia couldn't help but smile fondly at the soft spoken conversations they heard each night coming from their room, yet never listened to the finer details out of respect.

Any time Bastet raised her voice, Pen would speak in her dulcet tones, soothing her back to relaxation in a matter of seconds. It reminded Xenia so much of when she and Jules were children and her anger would blossom. Now, it was Pen's turn to do the same for Bastet. For Xenia's sister. My sister...

Xenia shook her head and got back to the matter at hand. Or rather, in her hands. She readjusted her gloves and nodded at Glenn as they both lifted one of the logs into its groove. A classical log cabin. That was what she remembered Jules saying she loved and wanted most when she was a child.

She smiled, thinking how lucky she was with the fact that she had such a good memory, yet also knew that there wasn't a single moment spent with Jules that she didn't remember. Their first kiss, their first date... The way Jules' chestnut eyes glimmered under the light and the hitch in her breath each and every time Xenia kissed her recently. She loved everything about her, every moment with her, and could never, ever forget a single thing.

Xenia needed to provide a den for her submissive. Her mate. She needed to make sure Jules would forever be comfortable in a home for them both and their generations to come, protected for decades in a loving home. The scent of the cedar wood flooded into Xenia's nostrils and she sighed with contentment. This will be perfect for Jules. The calming effect that the wood would have on her, the surrounding sounds of the forests, the chance to go for a hike or to go fish in the stream anytime the occasion arose.

This was what was most important. This and the ascension. Her ascension. The second ceremony last night had gone off without a hitch and Xenia gained the loyalty and allegiance of the White Alaskan Fox Tribe and the Okami Wolves. She could feel her body growing stronger, changing on a molecular level and turning her towards who she was meant to become.

She clenched her fists and gazed down at them, then glanced over at the last three wood logs and huffed. As she and Glenn lifted one of them, she watched him straining to keep up with her, yet felt nothing of the sort herself. In fact, the large log felt more like a forty pound dumbbell and she marveled at how powerful it all was. Was this the way Mother Dabrowski felt from day one of her ascension? She smirked as they set the log in place and thought of all the ways this could be used to help and protect those she loved most. Her pack. Her people.

Glenn waved his hands and sent her a few signs with a cheesy grin, commenting on the cocky smile she apparently wore. With a chuckle, she pointed at the remaining two logs and they pushed on.

At first, Xenia held her reservations and wariness of it all, the ascension and all the things her life was shaping up to become. In the past, she hadn't felt like the right person to lead her people and those of other packs. Her past, her current state and the ascension. It all shaped her into becoming First Vixen, yet no one could truly convince her that life was shaping the way it was meant to for her. Some days it felt perfect. She held Jules all night long and helped her family and pack each day. However, other days felt forced. Not in her care for her pack, but more at the ultimate level of importance what she was stepping into would mean for herself and the future she wanted.

When Xenia first found out she was the Vixen meant to ascend and lead her tribe, she'd been shocked. Fear and debate over whether she was the right fox took her by a force she could not fight. At least, not until she was with the White Fox...and just as she began to feel she was the right person, the right Vixen...the attack happened.