The day had just began and it wasn’t starting out well for Zipporah. Waking up to a free bed and breakfast from Rose was great. The girls dropped a note that they would be back soon and had to be at work or an interview. Once she finished her breakfast of toast and scrambled eggs, the rest of her day morphed into chaos she didn’t really care for. She had slept better with her friends by her sides and after her call to her dad, she woke up feeling more grateful for the people she had in her life. She wanted, desperately, to focus on the good in her life. She was young, smart with great friends and a new found closeness with her dad. Everything was falling apart but she wouldn’t give up on trying to hold it all together. Her day went to absolute shit when she was on her laptop. Her last hour had been spent researching all the things she needed to know about men that turned into wolves. And boy was it a lot of information and opinions. Werewolves were one of the most popular mythologies
It was at that beat a quick rap on the door interrupted their poignant moment and her day got extra shitty. Zipporah thoughts flowed between, so being saved by the bell, or knock, was truly not a myth but she wished they had the chance to finish this conversation so it wouldn’t keep her up at night to figure out a lie, she was terrible with those. She was the worst person to keep a secret about the supernatural. When another knock bounced through the room, she pulled her hands from his and moved to answer but he held her wrist back, “don’t worry babe, I’ll get it.” She watched him go and hoped it was not the girls, hopefully the delivery Isabella had texted her about. She glanced at her laptop, it still displayed a documented article on ‘the supernatural unknown’. She crossed her living room to slam it shut, her palm rested on its flat surface with her shoulders hunched and her head down. She suddenly craved for the cooling solace of ice cream. She turned when she heard footsteps.
“Why are you here?” She spoke after a miserable few minutes of silence, she had found a band to tie her hair into a loose bun. She remained by the counter while he modeled, sexily, behind the couch, his hands on its headrest. “I need to talk to you.” He spoke smoothly, no trace of what had occurred almost twenty minutes ago in his voice. He was almost too calm for the fury he drove in her.“Talk? You needed to talk?” She threw her hands up then down, “oh yeah you need to talk, so why not barge into my home and be a dick. It’s almost like every time I’m around you I end up with one problem or the other.” Her voice was borderline cynical, “is there a reason you could not call? Or just find a way to let me know you were coming to ruin my peaceful fucking life again!”He shoved his weight from the couch, in the quickest strides, he crossed to stand in front of her, a short, habitual distance between them. She could smell the temper that sparked from his eyes, she’d never seen green on fi
What happened to him? “Oh, I didn’t know you had a brother.” It reminded her of so many things she didn’t know about him but she was determined to learn. Even though it had taken a soul harvesting woman to bring him back and her into his world, she was not going to be a burden, she would learn all she had to and be able to protect herself and her family. “Where you two close?”“Once.”“Do you have any other siblings?”“No.”She frowned at his one worded response, his brother felt like a trigger that returned him to cold and distant, “so I did something that may sound stupid.”That got his attention, “what?”She used her face to unlock a note on her phone, “I wrote a list of question I’d like to ask you about, you know, you and everything you are.”He drove with one hand, the other pinched his bottom lip, “that’s not stupid, weird maybe but not stupid.”He felt his wolf skip when she smiled at him, then groaned. “I know, I know. It’s very weird but I just didn’t want to forget as I was
War changes people, it was a known verity. Regardless of descent, it was a constant ill which consumed the zeal of the mind and ability to hope. But if there was life, they say, then well... And there was definitely life, Everest observed the weak and broken that strolled into the hold. Each with a small heap of belonging clutch to their sides, they came in packs, some alone and injured. There kids who strolled in with no parents and parents who crawled in, grieving lost children. It was a rueful sight. Everest knew a few of the people that stalked in, or he had known them. From the balcony where he watched, they resembled shells of former selves. Living only because death hadn’t come for them. The survivors would have been a good thing for the fight but they knew nothing. None of them knew why they had survived an attack that left no survivors. They remembered no detail of the attacks, not of who was responsible or what was causing werewolves to die in the ugliest way.The hold was
She shoved the book she held back to its line. His words weren’t the only thing that steered up the annoyance she felt in her throat, it was the way he had used something he knew she would love to get his way with whatever decision about her life that he didn’t think she had a say in. She felt manipulated even though it might be an exaggerated emotion. She snapped. “So you bring me here to make me feel comfortable and more Inclined to accept whatever it is you think I need.”“Yes.” He deadpanned without batting an eye. He rolled his arms into each other and shrugged, “and it’s what I know you need. You will be safer here.”Her anger clashed with his arrogance, “you’ve got to be kidding me with this bullshit.”“Does it look like I am?” She glared at him, no he didn’t look like he was kidding, in fact he had the guts to look irritated. “There is a war killing my kind and I have to protect and offer hope when I have no idea what the fuck is going on. I can’t do it right knowing you are b
The trees swept her cries through the silent woods and scattered birds that nested. It echoed through the walls of the mansion and into the field. Zipporah was caught in the middle of a darkness she couldn’t comprehend once again. Her fingers bled when she tugged with death’s hand on her throat. She felt hot tears pool through her cheeks, her voice was numb but her suffering continued. Her legs flapped and struggled to stop the pull, it did nothing for her but deepened the thorns of the hand made of wild roots into her skin. She gave up on trying to rip the hand away and dug her fingers on *ground that betrayed her.When a heavy clash resounded through the room, she thought the surface under her was about to cave into a quake. Gritting growls attacked the walls of the room again. The ceiling was made of glass and it showed her what it saw. Her eyes, shaded with tears, caught a flash of knives in the air. Her ears heightened to the sound of shattering wood and deafening growls. The mu
His first instinct was to haul her from whatever was causing so much agony. He got close to her and noticed her pull was towards a strange music object he didn’t recognize. But he could sense its vileness. His second instinct was the one he followed. He knifed his claws through wood and metal till it was nothing but pieces of nothing. Then he hauled her out of a room he wanted to burn to the ground.He fisted and released his knuckles several time as he stared at it. The evidence of his rage showed, he knew it would heal soon enough, he wished it would remain. A scar to remind him of his mistakes, not that he needed it to remember.He spied on nature as he retrieved his phone to call home. It rang thrice before Everest picked.“I figured you’ll be here by now.”“It happened again.” His voice held both anger and frustration. “They came for her right under my nose.”“Fuck. How is she?”“Weak. Confused.” He spoke quietly, afraid he would wake her. “She’s asleep now.”“What exactly happen