There was a neatness in the way she sliced through air, previously missing. It was magic- unbridled magic. Greggory had warned him oof something there about but it stayed plastered to the back of his mind. Only now, he felt.... enchanted. He'd alter the ramifications if he could stop using Disney language. Noah found himself staring, it seemed so impossible that she existed in this time and place. Vanessa fixed her hair, they buzzed with electricity, more frizzy than before, she worried about the drool at her mouth. She was late to another one of the meets. Noah was going to be there, dark and brooding, at the head of the table. At the heels of embarrassment followed anger, why should she care at all? They were in a designated war room, filled with high tech gears, electronic appliances she always feared would short-circuit of their own accord. She stepped inside the doorway, with hinges hanging useless, because there was no door and beelined for her seat next to Silas. Noah hadn't
His sweatshirt was good, but it wasn't him. Infact, it drove the point home- he was walking with her now, showering her with just enough attention so she won't look for it elsewhere, but drawing an opaque wall if she chose to come closer."If that wasn't a risk-baying for blood and everything. Would you believe my idea was sound?"Distance was his niche, one he had perfected to the T. Yet, nothing had prepared him for this. Same girl, more vibrant, thrumming with endless energy, he could feel her brain jostling, heart galloping. The nervousness in her scent, mixed with determination. And that kindness in green eyes. The simple kindness that needed to be protected.It'd be so easy, it was tempting- to bury her head in the expanse of his chest. Noah had aged since she last saw him, so h
His sweatshirt was good, but it wasn't him. Infact, it drove the point home- he was walking with her now, showering her with just enough attention so she won't look for it elsewhere, but drawing an opaque wall if she chose to come closer."If that wasn't a risk-baying for blood and everything. Would you believe my idea was sound?"Distance was his niche, one he had perfected to the T. Yet, nothing had prepared him for this. Same girl, more vibrant, thrumming with endless energy, he could feel her brain jostling, heart galloping. The nervousness in her scent, mixed with determination. And that kindness in green eyes. The simple kindness that needed to be protected.It'd be so easy, it was tempting- to bury her head in the expanse of his chest. Noah had aged since she last saw him, so h
The next morning, Vanessa woke up with a grin determination. The extraction would be simple, and she'd help keep it that way. She'll stay hidden until Calvin showers himself first. The plan was precise, like an arrow shot out of the bow waiting to lodge in its target. Nothing short of physical anomaly could disrupt the flow. People involved only on need-to-know basis. There was nothing that could go wrong if played by rule to rule. They weren't supposed to have this information but they did. No one defected front he enemy's side yet. Just Noah and his bandits were furiously meticulous to have figured this one out. Jodie had warned Evanthat Calvin had only one weakness- and if they can't exploit it, they'll never stay a step ahead of him. Connivingly, foresight had turned the odds in their favor. Noah had taken away his living bio-agents for the experiment: the rogue agents with relatively stable genomes. Since Calvin needed more of them, he'd try to win over his followers. The rogue
The bullets were made to not pierce through their obstacle, the distance took care of the rest, so once lodged in- they'd have no exit wounds. The shell casings retrieved soon as they fall. It was a matter of aggregate six seconds. To kill four men, and take the passenger with them. Ian was under local anesthesia- just a heavier dose. It'd prove difficult to knock an adult wolf down but it was enough for a six-going on seven kid. Rhys took the bridge, Evan the west route to den territory while Noah hid the boy in a body bag (easier to carry) when he hardly weighed 60 pounds. Noah always kept it to himself but he was impressed of the fragile strength children represented. By the time everyone grew up, they had an adulterated understanding of strength. Like something to be proven, it became more about others.Vanessa stayed in the emergency room, expecting the worst. Because she had felt his pulse go out for a second. The life plucked. His life but then his scent was appearing closer.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Exhaustion, accusation and blame-all three she lay at his feet. This is what she had meant. Noah's pertenatural habit of not being answerable to anyone had to change. Vanessa had no idea Ian was to be held there for three weeks. She wanted him back in his bed, his childlike flutter of eyes to find himself amidst his favorite stuff toys or the wooden puppets he liked to make. Hand printed wallpaper in the room and a bird's nest just like he wanted. He had written that list down for her. Disappearing behind the trees, what Vanessa first thought was merely a grassy berm raised on hydraulic lifts to reveal a plas-crete reinforced bunker. She eased into the space realizing both of them were alone, she didn't want an audience. Abandoned hallway led to the big conference room where they first met the select leaders of the pack. The coolly neutral atmosphere was tampered with warm yellow lights pocketed in the roof above her and in the walls to her side- no windows.
Oh the rabbit was a brilliant hindsight. The ground shook left, right then left, right. He was upside down. Leg caught in a snare trap, wolf panted. He growled, absolutely furious, every small creature quit it's chittering at the behest of a predator. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. She had never seen a wolf laugh before. He was barking and huffing, tongue lolling. He had written her off as innocent. And walked right into a snare trap. He would have otherwise noticed it, but clearly, she was better at making them work from a distance. She can't be much further. The thought spurred him on. The vine sturdy enough to hold his weight took five hooked lashes to break him free. Vanessa grinned when she saw him land on his back with an audible thump. Served him right.Licking his abused ankle, he spent several minutes undoing the trap when suddenly the vines straightened back to their original shape. The evidence of the trap marked by his labored breath and nothing but. Clever. Very cle
In the dust that settles at the end of the world, where the only light is the dimness of the dawn, an endless army fights. Magic against teeth. Magic against flesh. The magic has corrupted the leftovers of souls. In the very same dream, a dream within a dream, two small girls, ponytails swaying to their running forms, they sit cross-legged in the field when tired, climb trees like it's the easiest thing to do. Their parents are nowhere to be seen. But they have no care of going supervised or unsupervised. They both look new at this friendship, tentative smiles, offering each other big pieces of food instead of fighting over one, that'd come but much much later. In a dream state like this, Vanessa trained herself to be aware. She knows the story is limitless, nothing but an implant for him to explore her mind. There is a reason her wolf is cross with her. The shield animals naturally build, especially shapeshifters is not only to provide dead ends to external simulation, it is also so