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15: Will he talk ?
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*Jonas* “Out !” I croak, “Now ! Both of you.” They turn to face me, clearly having forgotten that the object of their discussion is still in the room. “Fucking excuse me, what ?” Fire moon says. Cana huffs, ‘Language Young lady.’ “I would like a few moments alone,” I manage to croak out, then add, “Uhm sir … beta … my lady … whatever.” “Call me Fire,” She replies, “All of my friends do.” I shoot her a wry look, plainly covering that our odd situation hardly qualifies as friendship. “And he is Cerberus or Typhon, whichever you prefer,” She adds, “I am assuming the two of you are on a first name basis or should be by now.” I shrug, “He never really introduced himself.” “Shame on you, Cerberus," Fire Moon says, “Such manners.” My wolf lets out a laughing bark, ‘I like her, she got spunk.’ “I'm going to forget you said that,” Typhon growls, “Because if I don't, I will have to kill you.” I chuckle despite myself. Say what you will about the perplexing man who is keeping me ho
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*Jonas* "What do you suppose is keeping our good friend Typhon ?” I look up at the sound of Fire moon’s voice as I pour some tea, “He certainly isn't my good friend,” I reply. “Well, I wouldn't call him your enemy … would you ?” Cana chuckles, ‘Not our enemy.’ “No, he I guess he isn't. It's just that I don't think friends tie friends to the bedpost,” I mumble. Fire moon chokes on her tea, “Oh Jonas, you have no idea sweetie.” “The point is moot, anyway," I say, looking at my own cup, “He seems to have run away." “What ?" Fire moon slams the cup down on the table, “That bloody coward.” "Surely he's not afraid of me," I joke. Fire moon turns her head to look at me, her eyes boring into my face so sharply I grow uncomfortable, “Perhaps he is,” She murmurs, more to herself than to me. “What do you mean, ma’am ?” ‘She means that he is afraid of his … feelings for you,’ Cana says with a sigh. I almost roll my eyes, ‘I am sure she didn’t.’ Fire moon shakes her head, as if to c
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*Jonas*To be honest I am actually kinda excited and delighted to be allowed to stay. But when the first excitement has died down I realise that I have no more to share with them. I am not gonna actually be a help. To say it bluntly, I am useless. I am sure they have no idea yet. Typhon and Fire moon probably think I still have all kinds of juice tidbits they can use. What will happen when they realise ? Will they change their mind and throw me out ? Or will they decide to get rid of me. So I decide that the only way to keep myself safe and keep me here … ‘And with that hunky man,’ Cana injects into my thoughts. ‘Oh shut it you horny bitch,’ I tell him. The way to keep me here is to make myself useful … but how do I do that ? “What to do, what to do,” I mumble to myself, walking aimlessly through the caves as I look for a suitable task. I need to find a project that will take a long time to complete, something that will require my presence for at least several days, maybe a wee
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*Typhon* I had gone to bed in a bad mood and I woke up this morning feeling even worse. This thing … keeping that annoying little Alpha as a hostage, if I have to be honest about it ... has turned into a fiasco. A nightmare. A walking disaster that plays tricks on my mind. He is a constant temptation, and an aching reminder of all that had been stolen from me. Cheerful, innocent, and optimistic, he is everything that has been missing from my heart for so very long. Since I was rejected by my mate and kicked out of my pack. The entire bloody situation seems to prove the existence of a higher power … one whose sole purpose is to drive me absolutely and irrevocably insane. I stomp out of my bedroom, my expression black. “Ever cheerful, I see.” I look up to see Fire Moon standing at the end of the hall. “Do you lurk in dark corners, just waiting to bedevil me?" I growl. She laughs, “I have far more important people to bedevil than you. I was just on my way down to get breakfast.
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*Fire moon* “I wouldn't have said that if I was you,” I comment from a safe distance, my wolf just following the spectacle with curiosity Jonas sticks the end of his shovel in the dirt and leans on it as he speaks to Typhon, “Once you hear my explanation, I'm sure you will understand." “I understand nothing !” The big man huffs. “Yes,'' Jonas sighs, “Men like you usually don't.” Typhon starts looking around the garden, his head whipping frantically from side to side as he tries to assess the damage, “I'm going to have to get someone to redo everything and repair what you have done. Good God, kid, you are going to cost me a bloody fortune and we will lack the vegetables." “Don't be silly," Jonas courageously replies, “These holes will all be filled up by evening. I'm merely moving those plants here into the sun. They will do much better there. Except for those over here, of course,” He adds, pointing to the ones planted right next to the rocks, “Those thrive in the shade.” “I
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*Jonas* By the end of the day, I have the garden looking the way I think a garden ought. Fire Moon seems to agree with me, complimenting me on my excellent sense of landscape design and knowledge of the different vegetables. Telling me that they really needed someone with knowledge of things like that. Typhon, on the other hand, can’t be prodded into uttering even the most grudging words of praise. In fact, the only noise he makes at all is a rather strangled groan that sounds a bit like: “My tomatoes." "Your tomatoes had gone wild,” I return, thoroughly exasperated with this man. Seriously why can’t he just be grateful. “I liked them wild,” He shoots back, making a face like I have insulted him personally. And that is that. But then he surprises me by having gotten me some New clothes, as I have been wearing the same set since I came here, and now after gardening, well it is both sweaty and dirty. But he brings me a pair of jeans, shorts, a t-shirt and a hoodie, along with under
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*Typhon* When I come down for breakfast in the morning I find a feast the likes of which I have not seen since being kicked out of my pack. My morning meal usually consists of a platter of fried eggs, a slice or two of ham, and some cold toast. Those items are all in evidence, but they are accompanied by roast beef, fresh fruit and a variety of pastries and tarts that boggles the mind. Hunter has clearly found new culinary inspiration, and I have no doubt that his name is Jonas Whitepaw. ‘He better not have eyes for our … Jonas,’ Cerberus growls. ‘Eyes for?’ I ask, ‘Also he is not our … Jonas. Also Hunter is straight.’ ‘So is his wolf … His female wolf,’ Cerberus reminds me. I resolve not to let myself grow irritated at the way our cook is clearly playing favorites and instead decide simply to fill my plate and enjoy the bounty. I am munching on the most delicious strawberry tart when Fire Moon strolls into the room. “Good morning to you,” She says, "Where is Jonas?” “Damned i
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*Typhon* I don’t reply. I have no wish to discuss my life or what is handy with him. Some younger guys tend to find the idea of a rogue King dashing and glamorous, and I know that the truth is anything but. There is nothing dashing or glamorous about fighting for your existence, or the right to be yourself. Jonas finally breaks the long silence, “I'm sure you can let go of me now.” ‘No let's hold him a little longer,’ Cerberus purrs, ‘Maybe kiss him a little.’ “Can you walk?” I ask softly, as I let him go. He huffs, “Of course I ... Ow !” He has barely taken a step before he howls in pain again. I immediately sweep him into my arms and say. “I will carry you to the common room.” “But my books!" He protests. “I believe they are my books,” I say with a small smile, “And I'll have one of the guys come and put them back.” He shakes his head in denial, “No, no, please don't do that. I'll put them back myself.” “If you'll pardon my saying so, Little Alpha, you cannot even walk.
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*Jonas* “Fine ! Do you want to know why I am upset? Fine. I'll tell you.” I swallow, summoning courage I do not feel. “Did you happen to notice that you compared me to the plague?” Cana huffs, ‘That wasn’t nice.’ “Oh, for the love of…” He bites his lip, presumably to keep himself from cursing in my presence, or maybe from laughing. Not, I think caustically, that that has ever stopped him before. “You must know.” He says. “That I did not mean that literally”. "It still hurts my feelings." I mumble. He stares at me intently. “I will allow that that wasn't the nicest comment I have ever made, and I do apologize for it, but I know you well enough to know that that alone wouldn't make you cry.” “I wasn't crying.” I say, quite automatically. “Almost cry then.” He corrects. “And I would like you to tell me the full story.” “Oh very well. My father used to call me pestilence and plague all the time. It was his very favorite insult.” “You mentioned that. And I will take that as yet
