Victor’s phone rings on his desk. He glances on it, frowning. Edgar? He was off duty tonight – what he could he possibly want, so late? “Hello?” Victor’s answer of the phone is short, impatient. “Victor!” Edgar yells into the phone – Victor can hear the howl of traffic behind him, horns honking an
“She’s…alive” Victor murmurs, coming back to himself, hiding his wolf away inside him now that it seems the danger is past. “The assailant?” Edgar asks, moving around. Shit. Victor…he can’t believe it, but he forgot about the assailant. He gestures towards her form, thankfully still unconscious.
Edgar, apparently finished securing the assailant, hurries over. Evelyn startles at first – not knowing who approaches, but seeing who it is reaches out a hand. “Edgar – I – I’m so sorry,” “No, Evelyn,” he says, holding her face between his hands – an intimate gesture that Victor suddenly feels aw
Victor passively gestures to some bags sitting on the kitchen table. “I ordered you Chinese. Please, eat whatever you like.” Making a small noise of appreciation, Evelyn moves to the package and starts to unwarp it, investigating the containers. A few minutes later, she calls goodbye to him and Vic
The morning dawns bright and sunny. I turn over in my makeshift bed on the twins’ floor, seeking to escape the rays that pry into my eyes, disrupting my sleep. I give a little grunt of discontent, taking my blankets with me as I turn over. Unfortunately, I also roll over onto one of Archie’s squeaky
Two hours later, we’re all packed into a van. Luckily, it’s a fancy van – one with benches that face each other, neon lights, and a sound system, the kind of van which I think are usually used for bachelorettes and other drunken parties. Not that I’d know, unfortunately. Unluckily, I’m seated facing
Alvin and Ian are thrilled with the spot, running around and checking out every detail. I smile, watching them, taking joy in their joy. As I watch them, a friendly Beta comes over and presses a cup of warm cider into my hand, giving me a small smile as he does so. “Thank you,” I say, pressing a ha
Suddenly, Victor is by my side, frowning up at them. I raise my eyebrow at him, surprised. Is he…jealous? “Come down now,” Victor says, and both Edgar and Ian swing down from the branches. Victor moves beneath Ian just as he hangs from the lowest branch, tickling him under the armpit so that Ian fa