Profanities rolled loosely off Zipporah’s tongue. She felt the heat do something wicked to her skin. With ease and unsettled fingers she raised her top. What she saw was completely unnatural and almost unexplainable. The potion she drank was sipping out from the pores of her swollen skin. It began to spread as it coated her injury. Mixing with the pink ointment on her injury, it turned brown.In absolute wonder, she watched the swollen injury heal. It felt like time was moving faster for that part of her waist and it was profoundly painful. As the color faded with her wound, the pain tailed it. Her ribs simmered into relief. No one told her the healing process was going to be such torture. She hissed, tired of the different forms of pain she has had to endure. The part that was swollen was warm when she touched it.She stared at it, confused about what just happened. Few minutes ago she had a swollen waist, now she had nothing to show of it. There was no bump or even a scar. She wond
There was a certain gloom that hung over her words, it was also in her eyes. Zipporah faced her, squaring her shoulders in defense even though there was no attack. She felt it. “Yeah, it was quiet and I heard voices.”She nodded, then placed her palm together in front of her. Her tall, slim frame could help her pass for a runway model. “Are you ready for the festival? It’s not started yet.”“I know,” They seemed to be having a conversation, yet she felt interrogated. Zipporah wanted to ask her if she was part of the pack or one of the settlers. Instead, she offered a kind smile, “I was just tired of staying in.”She nodded again, ignoring her smile, “Ivy’s medicine worked.” “Yes.” Instinctively, Zipporah touched her side, “I feel better.”“I know,” she closed a few steps between them and stood by the railing as well. Her tanned skin glowed a little when she leaned her upper body over the railing, into the sun. She seemed lost in thought for a second before mumbling, “I helped her cle
As soon as Zipporah left the mansion which was indeed at the center of it all, she drowned in the march of a parade. She wiggled her way out of the cheering crowd to a spot where she could take in the mountain view of Adam’s home. The interior contradicted its anterior, it stood firm and dangerous. Almost as a dare to any invader who would think twice to penetrate its strong walls and fully guarded entrance. Despite Kingsley’s insensitive blurts, he was right about the size of the hold. She wasn’t on high ground to see it all but from as far as her eyes could reach she saw how compacted it was as a town and outstretched as the city. The aura in the air was light and welcoming. She lost the anxiety that had racked her chest all day long. She began to stroll from the mansion, finding herself in the market place as she followed the crowd but not among them. The kids held slim firecrackers in her fingers as the adults tried to catch up to their pace, all in an ecstatic jubilation. The a
Every object in the room was double or triple its size and they had the weirdest shapes which blurred every time she blinked. Speaking of blinking, the mute flutter of her lashes was causing a train wreck in her skull. Her back ached severely from keeping it in one position all through the night. She could feel every exhaustion and ache she would feel before she tried to rise.A hangover, great! Like your life wasn’t a wreck you add more jam to your brain. She groaned, thinking hurt. When her waist propelled, she wasn’t sure if it was by her might or the overbearing urge to urinate. After a ridiculous amount of wriggling her behind through messy sheets, she hissed at the cold that attack her feet when it reached the tiled floor. Slowly, she made her way towards the door in front of her but when she tried to open it it was locked. She stared at the knob in her hand, it was smaller than it was yesterday or was she still drunk?Her nose twitched, it caught a whiff of his scent. Her hea
Anyhow, she refused to question him about who he kissed or did other annoying things with. Zipporah only knew for the mean time she wasn’t a fan of redheads. She set down her cup, sat up right with her shoulders to start the conversation they had failed to finish in the woods, “Adam,” he turned to her, toweling his hands with the napkin. There was an expression on his face, almost like he knew what she wanted to talk about. She continued anyway, “last night, in the woods, I told you of somethings I saw and you didn’t.” Bits of stutter slipped in her speech, “what I didn’t tell you was that. . .”“Adam.” Whoever interrupted her had panic in their voice. “Adam!”“Cora, in here.” Adam called back.Quiet footsteps cornered into the kitchen. Red hair. That was the first thing about the gorgeous, model like woman Zipporah noticed. Cora ignored her, making her way towards the sink.She had worry in her eyes, it made Zipporah forget the jealousy that brewed in her chest. Adam stood at aler
The sun was in denial as it reigned over the graceful fall of gallant cascade. Clear, fresh water descended from the edge of the cliff, it paraded into a soft flowing pool. The heavens were blue and filled with clouds which passed through the gushing palisade. It overlooked the fresh, lush grasses and flowers which surrounded the pool of the waterfall. The waterfall was surrounded by unyielding trees of the forest and mountains which protected the alluring sketch of nature. Zipporah mimicked the mourning pack as they casted their sights above the cliff. They inhaled the soothing smell of the wind and cascade. They drowned in the comfort it brought to their grief. It reminded them of its everlasting promise to protect their dead. The waterfall held the remains of over a thousand generation. Each pack had a place of burial for their honored deceased. The waterfall was believed to be a path way to let go of the deceased and guide the werewolf’s flow of energy into eternal balance. It w
Ever since the rival attack there was more activity around the fence. Spikes dipped in wolfsbane were buried halfway into the earth as a brigade against their kind. Zipporah perceived what it meant for them to prepare for war with an enemy they knew, almost as much as they knew themselves. The children were to be kept indoors while the older ones trained to join their mothers and fathers in battle for when rival packs descend.She had taken the remaining healing potion from Ivy, she felt fit enough to maybe lift some wood or help push a cart filled with fruits. Her eyes sighted a short, lanky woman who pulled the sort of cart she imagined, it was something that should probably take two men to pull but she did it without loosing a breath. Maybe she wasn’t that fit, she thought and scrunched her nose in the air. Taking a few deep breaths she walked up to the man closest to her, he had a rod which he bent effortlessly to fashion a ledge.That made her swallow, a tinkle of sweat ran dow
This one is not on you. Adam’s wolf chimed as he inhaled the sleek mint of the wind. Everything would always be on him, it always had. Even when his brother had been in his shoes, he had always had to make sure his lace were tight enough for a run. Lyra’s face swam through his mind, she would have been proud of how she went down but he didn’t want it to be in vain. What he wanted didn’t matter, he had to fight and protect what was his at every cost. He closed his eyes and opened his senses. The steady, battle of the flowing water vibrated in his ear. He could hear the snap of the forest from fleeing preys. The perfume of flowers and musky balm of wet shrubs tickled his nose. He could take in the forest so easily with his senses, heightened to help him hunt. When last did he rage through the woods, free from his mind and caged in his balance.His brother laid in the water as well, he could remember the burn in his ribs and chest as his hands shook while he had feathered his ashes int