Many have been robbed of their desires to dream in the white expansive hallways, thought Vanessa. When Gregory Flynn had left her here, the day glared in her memory like the shining light. It had changed over the course of time. The colors no more rendered lifeless, they had purples and yellows. There was more chatter, kids playing and roaming around, a healthy rush in their free rush along the corridor. But it had been so different for her and Carmen Flynn. Both contained in a room. A child of seven, confused, terrified and all this place did was remind her how the safety of a the new pup would never overshadow the nurturing he needed.
“Hey Vanessa!”, Kris, a five foot three lady, heavily built came speeding towards her with her arms wide open. Oh no, she thought. Kris was showing all her teeth, that meant ecsta“Do you know of a secret passage that leads outside?” He might be fragile at first glance but his intelligence was like a shrapnel in his brown eyes, the lightest brown out there mixed with pure milk, it was soothing to look at. “Orak and Mabelle talk about it.” She knew those two would be his older guardian. Older kids here who are appointed to take care of the younger ones to help them settle better. “Can you go through it to reach the other end?” He was desperate to walk out of here. His articulate eyes narrated well how he knew he had bargained his freedom for safety. And he implicitly trusted her. They both had the same dream, she supposed. Walking to the second floor, she smiled at everyone who came across them, none of the supervisors or adults working there, for which she was thankful. She didn’t like lies spewing out of her mouth. She had told Evan the white washed truth.“Okay there it is. Be safe okay?” She kissed him on the temple, surprising him. He quickly shook it of
‘She is here.’ Yes, I know. The man and wolf prowled down the elevated boxing mat, yet to become a ring and walked towards the entrance. Mikhail left still complaining how Noah never hurts him when he gets him good, as if he can’t take it. Mikhail could take anything he dished out, but he’d rather his Beta be in a perfect condition if need arose.Right now the only need that arose was to kiss her. Her sweat only ever highlighted her scent. But he would never tell her that. Why was she sweating? His personal chores had been nil today, considering how it was still dawn. His eyes razor sharp, he searched for her on the ground in complete darkness, the wisp of sunlight wasn’t much help with the thick trees. They were good protection detail, thats why he had never thought of planting them elsewhere. Her smell drew closer than ever, still no Vanessa. She liked to tease him. Infact he liked her playful, her reticent prowess peeked out when she thought she could do him one better.His should
Noah felt the shock in her body before he saw it in her clear green eyes. They were turning a slight darker shade with arousal. Vanessa gaped at him without turning her head. Did he just spank her? It didn’t hurt. At all. It was the sound of his palm smarting her butt clad in her jeans that surprised her. The slight heat spread like wild fire and her mind went from registering the act to liking it. Still unsure, she danced on her toes. “Should I stop?” Noah rubbed the place where he had landed his slap. He wasn’t into pain at all. He just liked Vanessa pliant and his. And she had jumped on him without washing off Evan’s scent. She had no idea how crazy that drove him. He didn’t want to separate the two though, he cared for them both. But a reminder to her, every now and then, should work. Her feet squirmed first then the rest of her body. He could see the confusion reflected in her gaze. Noah held tight. With the eye of a distant observer. Not placating her into making a decision
Communication was always welcome, but he had a sinking suspicion she didn't tell him everything. And that was okay, because he didn't either. But he sometimes wanted to pry out those secrets that had him first drawn to her.Vanessa was feeling the aftermath of their rendezvous as she always did. She turned around and nuzzled in his chest, her ear right above where his heart beat a steady rhythm. His long sure fingers stroked her hair, the lull of it finally registering how tired she was. But first. "I have to tell you something." Vanessa murmured into his chest and he thought he already knew where this was going. "I…. The pup from the other day? I sneaked him out. He is here."She confessed it in one breath, not prolonging it. And the moment words were out, she wished she could take them back. Because Noah stiffened in her arms, and she had to stand a good distance away to discern what the arcs of his face held under lock and key. He was stiff out of anger. Out of clear overriding
“Frankly Vanessa, that information is above your pay grade.” He didn’t wait to see her reaction. Giving the animal what it wanted, he shifted into the black mass of fur he prefered as his home right now, much more than the human skin. Did he feel guilty? Yes. For cutting Vanessa off like that. But he had his reasons and they mattered more than what he felt for someone. Anyone. Especially since he couldn’t decipher what exactly was it that he felt. Her feet embedded to the ground where she stood. Had he just pulled rank on her? How could she forget? He said jump and the devotees simply asked how high. But that description didn’t fit either because she had seen him be reasonable. This was not how she had pictured the day to go. From whispering sweet nothings into her ear to putting her back in her place, two steps forward, three steps back. She let out a cry and sat down. Noah Abel was blowing hot and cold on her. If she had safe boundaries with him, she won’t overstep them right? He
But before its eyes changed colors it lay in a clump of blood, white flesh, and bodily fluids. One of their own had shot it. That bullet grazed Riyas because his skills were previously busy discerning the grotesque creation it had seen. The jaguar hissed at the audacity and hid behind the rock. Oh, he’d get the bastard, and he’d enjoy it. ‘Calm down. Regroup.’ Noah’s indifferent voice put him at ease. Yes. Regrouping was good. But now the remaining five intruders were alerted of their presence. And none of them seemed to back down. ‘Mikhail, take the right.’ Noah instructed. There was one with guns strapped across his chest, likely filled with mercury. The other four looked disturbed and they were an easy kill. He’d leave them to Evan and Riyas. Mikhail would be a distraction. A good distraction because they’d think the wolves wouldn’t know how to attack like a cat. Silent tread, Evan turned into his human form. Padding barefoot and softly where Riyas was shot, the jaguar licking
Noah was dressed by the time he returned home. He had spent the day being treated for his ghastly wound at Mikhail's. And Mikhail’s father was pleasantly surprised. He and Mikhail both had a solid alibi-Evan. Evan Ryder was trusted in the house not because he had a golden halo about him. No. It's because they considered him too stupid to hold a secret. He was an extension of a machine good for execution. Evan had spread a perfect rumor among the higher ranks in their hierarchy, of rogue attack and how even adjacent territories were haunted by them. Noah felt sorry for him more times than he could count. And he loved him like a brother would. Which is why his friendship with Vanessa was immensely important for stupid jealousy to wipe away to turn it sour. He was aware of his limp, a sheet of sweat on his forehead. Another reason he didn't want to be here was his fair maiden. He laughed at that, and winced. The words they had exchanged had been far from pretty. But to his surprise, sh
Hands, strong, confident and persisting glided over her skin, to slowly coax her back to the land of living. Vanessa struggled to listen to it. If she could stay where she was, she would've found a whole new world. But they were bordering on shaking her now and despite her desire to stay here, she knew a warm body was waiting for her. One she, even in the state of chaos, can't turn down. Noah drew her to him. Her pale skin had been a thing of fascination, but now it haunted him. She looked ghostly. He knew of her nightmares. He had reduced them to stress or a childhood trauma along with her sleepwalking. But this has unruly written all over it. Now that he'd seen the extent of it, he worried. And his wolf agitated. Something wasn't right and he didn't think she had any idea about it. Vanessa was sweating with multiplied frenzy. The nightmares began slowly, this one was violent and crushing. Her body temperature rose but she sought respite in his arms and didn't want to push away. No
'Love does find a way afterall. No matter what obstacles are laid before us, if our love is pure, it will win at the end, no matter what.' Vanessa thought as a smile lit her face up. She was sitting comfortably on a couch, in a large sweatshirt that belonged to Noah, now her husband.She thought back to their wedding ceremony, it was a wonderful affair filled with laughter, love and hope. All their friends had come, looking clean in their dresses and suits. Noah had left last night, in wolf form, hollering and calling loudly to the moon. A makeshift bachelor party- a wild run in the forest and then some chilled beer at a cliff with a nice view. That left Vanessa to sit back at home, thumbing through her favorite book and smiling now and then. It was midnight when she decided to call it a night and go to bed- her last night as a single lady. Just then, she caught sight of a rustling figure outside the window. It was Noah, his hair windswept and his cheeks red from being drunk. He was
She watched his face, less shy about its location on the map of her body. He was smiling to himself, mischievous, his eyes on his work. Small pool of sweat gathered at her lower back, at the dimples he liked so much. He was finger painting.She gasped, trying to twist away as he wrote more. But he didn't have to. "Noah...." Was she going to weep? She didn't want to weep. "Is that a yes or a no?" The wolf was relaxed this time around. Like it had gotten what it wanted for the time being, she knew the decision was equally human. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you." "If you can stop snotting, maybe then..." She hit his shoulder. When he kissed her, on the psychic plane, his wolf appeared. Battered, strong, feral. And with him- a bond. It was a great shining thing, like a falling moon. An orb born of love tumbling in the creeks, in the meadows. She had only to catch it. And she did. With it came a smaller bond-Ian. Unafraid, she linked herself to it. The distance between them felt like sph
The last thing she remembered was his claws digging in her ass, and their pleasure sated bodies a tangle of limbs. Where was he now? Not next to her. But he had slept, the bed held his impressions. Coming to herself, she blushed. His smell was so strong on her, hers had nearly vanished. She had an inkling that these were the signs of mating bond completing itself. Even he would smell more like Vanessa than himself. The animal was playing for keeps, and it wanted to be kept as an equal. She found him sitting on the porch stairs. She grabbed his shirt, shivered at how sensitized her skin felt, trying desperately to keep herself from looking at the spot of blood on lavender sheets. Thankfully, they weren't white. His marks, teeth, hand, claws pulsed in her body. Her body held his secrets more tenderly than it did anything else. He sensed her approach, straightening his legs, making space for her between them. She went, hiding behind her hair. His content was contagious. Bare chested
The satisfaction coursing through him was so arrogant, so unfaltering in its ownership, her wolf quivered a little in fear. If he consumed her, would she live to see another day? Intrigued, he rubbed his jaw against the inside of her legs, her scent decadent, strong. He fumbled with his jeans before pulling them down. His wolf wanted to take. To turn her around on hands and knees, mount her, and when she'd arch her neck in pleasure, take a bite. It'll hurt but he'd share the pain. "Noah?" She was still here. Legs spread, waiting for him. He smiled. His mind was playing tricks on him, he won't take her like an animal. That'll have to wait. He suddenly dipped his head and she shoved a discarded pillow to her face. Which was a good thing. Because the scream that tore out of her was no human. Her eyes shifted, her wolf begging to have her equal measure of the sensations. His eyes still on her face, he licked her between her thighs. The tender bud begged for his attention, which in h
When he threw up his shields, she was back in front of him. Tonight, there was no leash. She wanted to play, he'll abide. The wolf bared its teeth.... She shot out with a grin. Adrenaline shot through her, she was nowhere near as fast as him. But she could read his thought clear as a bright sunny day. Apart from the high of the chase, she was humbled by the trust. He lowered his shields to nil and let her in. She had yet to do that.He was getting closer, the wolf didn't try to hide the heavy breathing, his massive lungs resounding in warning because he wanted her to know when he was near. Claws out, canines protruding, Noah was no longer human. Not a single part of him. Heart raising hard and fast, she sharpened her run into the direction of lower range, a steep one her much smaller body could maintain running at. Noah's much larger frame would tumble at this speed, so he pulled out an old trick. He laid down and rolled like a barrel. Laughter bubbled inside of her. 'Nice trick.'
"I am sorry I made you feel unwelcome. Consider this an apology." He kissed her knuckles, a small key pressed to her palm, the soft crinkle of paper-a note. She couldn't read his thoughts anymore. But he walked away with a purpose. Dusk clambered in the Nebraska, the summer of dragging afternoons fast learning to evade the gossamery warmth for autumn seeping in sycamore trees, yellow golden leaves ready to replace the greens. Beyond the moonbeam dancing stream, stood two peaks, protecting the land from the unknowns, so many unknowns. The peaks, they are not exultant, and they no longer believe themselves to be the instrument of some great intention. They are, but a shadow of those living beings looking up at them, creatures grasping at life with stained hands. Waiting. Hoping. Vanessa hid her gasp, swallowing the thick ball of emotion in her throat. A heavy weight ruffled the decidous low hanging branches in the trees but she didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Her soul
Home.The black villa doors opened to reveal the place she had thought would save her from the mountain of debt she had buried herself under. The debt was the answer she had been waiting for, and apparently so was Silas. Greggory Flynn, she had kept his ashes in a thurible, had never given her complete answers. They arrived, to find Mikhail, Beatrice and Rourke waiting for them in the foyer. Vanessa was searching for Mrs.Kemp and her cupcake smelling apron. Beatrice looked healthier but the awkward distance between her and Mikhail didn't go unnoticed by anyone. "This here, little heathen, has more body count than me, brother. What do you say to that?" Evan dragged Vanessa from under Noah's arm to his side, strangling her in a side hug. Vanessa was beyond grateful. She didn't know how to break ice with Mikhail. The last time he had her tied to a chair in the basement, he had his reasons but that didn't make it okay. She didn't know where to go with him from here. She loved Noah but
Vanessa shuffled inside her closet, her claustrophobia all but gone. She was done packing but not ready to head back home. Things felt so incomplete. In past two days, she had tried to access Calvin's mind but had failed. When all of them, Selene, Falkner, Silas, Noah, Evan and Jodie convene for finalizing border control policies she had to tell them. She wanted everyone to know there were others like her, the Communion will want a hard proof. "Come in." She knew it was Evan. "Hii. I am resigning. Consider this official." He had been in a jolly good mood, he always was when he worked on secret plans but this time, Vanessa knew it was about Jodie. His mind was a back to back movie night on weekends, filled with lewd imagery of things he'd like to do to her.The powers did have it's shortcomings. "Resigning?" His shields were up. "Yes." Evan folded his legs, sat on the newly purchased futon, which Noah had gifted Vanessa because she liked to sleep on the floor. Bed after thirty six
He begrudgingly admitted nudity was her last preserve right now. She shifted but did a very poor job of hiding herself, the swell of her ass, small and pert with tan lines- he groaned- held his attention. Until he moved it to her shoulder. Stripes, more stripes of red, white, yellow, blue. What the fuck was it? How did she get bruises this bad? Before he could ask, she begged for a clothing. Anything he might have. He stripped off his shirt and threw it to her. She scrambled into it like she was on fire. No more inadvertent strip show, his cat saddened by the perspectiveShe knew what he was going to ask. It was always there, in the manner people stood, slightly skewed, uncomfortable of her reaction even before she had reacted. Scars. He had seen them. And she knew he won't let it go. "You aren't going anywhere until you answer me." Lonely, she wanted to be with her own kind after being denied association for so long. Walter Desmond's death made her breath for the first time, free