“Oh my god,” I moan, letting my head fall back against the wooden chair as I slowly chew the last bite of the muffin that I’ve crammed into my mouth. “It is so delicious. I can’t stand it.”“Yeah!” I hear Alvin agree, even though my eyes are pressed shut. “Way better than a stinking granola bar.”I
“I think you,” I say, pointing a finger at the center of his chest. “Are the ultimate sneaky squirrel. Much sneakier than your brother. I always hear him coming.”Alvin laughs at his and the smile on his face warms my heart. I’m sorry to see, though, that after a moment it fades.“What’s still bothe
Victor raises his snout to scent the air, relishing the strength he feels in this form.He and Ian have been running through the woods for what feels like hours, doing nothing but searching for the scents which they know they have to follow. They haven’t found them yet, but neither of them is frustr
Evelyn sits in a comfortable, slightly musty old armchair pulled close to the fire with one arm wrapped around Alvin. With her other hand, she idly breaks one of those delicious muffins into pieces, occasionally raising a chunk to her mouth to chew. Alvin naps peacefully against her chest and Evely
He brings her mouth to his, then, kissing her soundly with an intensity that makes clear everything he learned about himself out in the woods today. No doubts at all. Not a single one. Ian looks up at his parents kissing for a moment and then grimaces. “Ewww,” he murmurs, catching Alvin’s eye. “Y
Victor pulls his face away from me for a moment, still holding him close against him, looking down at me intently. A low growl builds in his chest.And I want him, too, desperately. Want to tear his dirty shirt from his body and throw it to the forest floor – want – “Where,” I hear myself ask, my m
“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging and then mimicking the twin’s little pinging gestures in the air. “The magic brought it.”“Amazing,” he says, shaking his head. “Eat!” I say, giving him a little nudge. “You’ve got to be starving.”“Is it,” he asks, glancing at me. “Is it safe?”I shrug again. “Who
“Come on,” Victor urges, giving my rear an encouraging little pat. I grimace, suddenly anxious. It was so nice in this little cottage for a moment. Couldn’t we stay here a little longer, just being together?But as if in answer, the last little magic mote floats out of the house. No, it calls to me