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
The world around them vanished into nothingness yet it made more sense with her melting into his grip. She had forgotten how something stupid could feel so right. From the moment she woke up to his fingers in her hair, she knew there was a shift. Wildlings, soul harvesters, redheads, nightmares and daunting secrets were the last of her worries when he ripped his clothes off in front of her. Then she had spied on him from the window as he hunted down that poor deer. There was something outrageously sexy about the way he had walked in, covered in dirt and blood. He screamed of dominance and desire. Just for a moment she wanted to forget the reality of both their worlds. The pain, strife and disaster coming for it. The feeling of doom she felt lately was constant with each aching hour. She wanted no more of it. Only him. She didn’t have to love or trust a man to demand pleasure from him. And oh, how he delivered, she moaned mindlessly into his exquisite mouth.His grip around her neck m
She sat in the center of a dusty, oddly painted and scarcely occupied cabin and spoke about the most random things with her dad. She didn’t want to get off the phone with him. But he was already sounding tired, he probably lacked a good night sleep from all his worries.“You need to get some rest dad.”“Why? I’m good.” He didn’t sound so convincing, “have you heard from Collins? He’s been asking about you.”She had seen some text messages from him but was too much of a coward to open them. “No dad, we had a fight. I think he broke up with me.” “Thank God.” She was shocked to hear the lively relief in his voice.“You’re not mad?”“Why will I be? You never loved that boy. Not in the way a couple that are about to spend the rest of their lives together should.”“I thought you liked him?” She lamented, “I said yes because I thought that would make you happy.” “Why in heavens name would you think that?” He protested, “honey the both of you have been friends from preschool. Collins is alm
Six years ago, The nasty taste of alcohol hit Zipporah’s virgin tongue aggressively. She gave into the brutal taste it brought as the cheers for her to take another gulp filled the basement. The lightening was terrible as was the snack laid out. It was her eighteenth birthday and her invite to the exclusive party was owed to her being friends with the school, most loved, president, Collins. It was a party everyone wanted to go to, the more exclusive it got each year the greater the desperation. Her social life in school was in between non existent and satisfactory. You wouldn’t know who she was when she passed the packed hallway with her knitted school bag from her grandma but you would recognize her the moment she walked into class. It was a perfect status on the social ladder as she wasn’t bullied by the tops and hardly associated with the lows. She was just packing up her grades, obeying the rules and making sure to get home to her lenient but highly protective parents. Her being
Her mother had a smile she always loved to see but in this situation it was not the reaction she expected. She was expecting a punishment that would last till her life was over. “Mom, about yesterday I. . .” “Zee,” her mother interrupted as she came to seat beside her on the bed. “I understand you’re eighteen now but if your friends throw a surprise party for you I want to know about it to.” She gestured to her words, a gloomy smile on her face. Then a little spark descended. “Oh baby, I feel like I missed a whole massive moment in your life.” She bent to pull Zipporah into an back-recking hug. “Uhm, I don’t underst. . .” She mumbled from her mothers breasts. “Oh yes you’ve got a hangover.” Her mother was acting seriously weird or was she still drunk. “Here, take this,” she separated them to get the glass of water and two tablets of white pills. “It’s your father’s pain killers, they work like magic.” “Mom, I. . .” Still trying to get a word in, incase this was a prank, she wanted
I sat on the dirty sidewalk as I watched passersby in the busy traffic of Stafford Town. I looked at my maroon t-shirt and faded blue jeans in horror. I was never like this. In fact, because of my rather tall height, face structure with the nature of my job, I wasn't permitted to dress down.And as a model who was renowned for my exotic features, I've got deep blue eyes against Arabian features, dark tanned skin, high cheekbones, pink full lips and a lush raven hair to blend with. I was the result of a rich tycoon and an Arab princess and I was so proud of it. To anyone who had worked with me, one thing was clear to them; no one could outsmart me. And despite my privileged background, I was clever with figures and money. And in the fashion industry, a saying that rang true was that, "Elise can never be played".Today, I was really angry and disappointed with my family. No one knew that the Hatherleigh family were actually mystic creatures. And at twenty six years of age, I've been li