Have you ever been called into the principal's office? She must have been so scared!
[Hyacinth] My heart is happy seeing my friends together. I can tell they are nervous, standing side by side, bashfully looking at one another while also looking at me for approval. So I rush up to the two of them and give them a giant hug. "I am so happy for both of you!" Blake relaxes in my arms, releasing some tension that she has been carrying since I walked through the door. Sebastian comes along and hugs us as well and we feel like a happy, joyful family. And I guess in some ways that is exactly what we are. Our family has just expanded. There is more than enough love for all of us to share. I love Drew. I guess I always have. In some ways that made it so easy to fall into a relationship with him. He feels familiar, like a favorite sweater that makes you cozy and warm, but isn't always enough. He's a great companion to both me and Bash, and it is obvious that he loves us both very much, but I am not in love with him. I cannot think of him as a lover, which is why I think we
[Slate] “Ash, this can never happen again,” I get up from the bed feeling disgusted and disappointed with myself. “We need to stop meeting like this.” “I don’t see the problem,” she gets up to head toward the bathroom. “Is it because we’re here in the packhouse? Why don’t I move in with you?” She looks over her shoulder as she heads to the bathroom. “I’ve told you more than once that I don’t care if we are married or not. You have needs, I have needs. It’s silly to wait.” “But that first time was a mistake, Ash,” I shake my head. “This was a mistake.” She laughs as she starts the shower. “Your body doesn’t agree with you.” Placing my head in my hands the whole room seems to spin. Everything feels fuzzy around the edges. I’m still not sure what came over me. Sometimes when I’m with Ash I am repulsed, and other times I take one whiff of her and I cannot control my baser urges. Our joining is always rough, never soft or carrying, as if my body is trying to find release, and doesn
[Hyacinth] “Bash, sweetie, you must be kidding.” I laugh at what must have been a joke, although not a very funny one. I'm just glad that neither Drew nor Blake seemed to notice, since they were too busy looking at one another with sly little smiles as they clear the table and prepare for their evening together. “There is no way. Alpha Danvers is an honorable wolf.” “Yes,” Bash agrees. “My father is the very best wolf.” “I would know, Bash, if the alpha was your father,” I scoff. The Alpha is too unforgettable. I would have remembered him if I had met him before. The only smells I remember from that evening were the musky smells of blood and sex mixed with the cloying scent of pancakes from the hotel's breakfast, nothing like the amazing sea salt and pine scent I've come to associate with Slate. “Besides, your father was not a good man, not a good wolf. Alpha Danvers is a good wolf, he could not…” “I think,” Bash’s eyes have that faraway look that they sometimes do when he is
[Hyacinth]Why did I come here? I am such a fool. And I keep making the same stupid mistake.“Get the hell out of here, Cindy!” Ash snarls. She's right, I shouldn't be here. Hadn't I learned my lesson the last time I came by to see Slate? Hadn't Ash made it quite clear that I was unwelcome here?I stumble back from the door, my eyes unable to blink as I take in the scene before me--Ash is standing in the doorway wearing a rumpled suit, her hair wet from the shower while beyond the open bedroom door the sheets on the bed are rumpled and the pillows are scattered on the floor. If those clues weren’t enough to tell me what had happened, Slate standing in the bathroom doorway, wet and dripping, wearing nothing more than a towel and a shocked expression, made everything come into focus. Closing my eyes, wishing I could burn the image from my mind. Instead, as the tears run down my face, I fear it might be engraved on my heart forever. Turning, I run back the way I came. “Cindy, wait!”
[Hyacinth] I am going to die. This is my last thought as I hit the ground and raise my hands above my head in a weak attempt at a defensive move. I know that if this wolf wanted to tear me apart, my hands would do almost nothing to slow him. And yet, instinctually, my hands raised, ready to protect me. As my body reacts to the cold, shocking sensation of the water flowing around me, my mind is thrust into the last moment in my life when I feel so helpless and alone. I am in the bathroom of the truckstop, only this time I remember a bit more. As I was blinking in and out of consciousness, and they began hurting me and violating my body, something woke inside of me, something lethal. Reacting to the fear of this moment, my mind reaches deep to find that well of deep power, that lethal feeling. My hands burn with the need to touch the wolf, to make him suffer the way my own body did that terrible day as I felt them leave their marks on me. "Wait," the voice inside my head begs. "P
[Hyacinth] I’ve been testing their blood samples, while the Gamma’s men interrogate the three rogues we found in the woods. A rushed DNA test revealed a couple of hard truths. While these rogues were responsible for the brutal physical attacks on previous visiting wolves, they were not responsible for the most recent sexual assault, which means there is at least one more of these rogues on the edges of our territory. The other thing we learned is that they are indeed humans. Since it is impossible for humans and wolves to procreate with one another as we are a completely different species, hybrids do not exist. There is no way it should be possible for three human men to transform into wolves, and angry powerful insane wolves at that. At first, we thought they might be werewolves that didn't know they were werewolves, living as humans in secret. But the blood doesn’t lie. They are not wolves. As I get the last of the blood results analyzed, I drink my third cup of coffee and send
[Slate] It felt good to be walking next to her again, our footsteps finding a natural rhythm. I didn't realize how much I missed our afternoons together, and our lunch meetings. She has a sharp intellect and child-like humor that always makes spending time with her, even if we are doing nothing at all, pleasurable. Ash had demanded that I stop meeting with Cindy alone after I came back and proposed to her with my mother's ring. I had been heartbroken over seeing the doctor kiss Drew and believed Ash's lies that Cindy was someone to play around with other's hearts only to watch them suffer. It was easy to believe with the way my heart was hurting at that moment. I know I shouldn't feel anything for this woman, but I cannot help myself. I cannot keep myself from having feelings about her, even if I know it isn't a good idea. Her apple blossom and anise scent soothes me and my wolf, as we find joy in just being near her. We have never felt this way about Ash, not even once. While I wo
[Hyacinth] "Cindy, are you sure," Slate looks concerned. Very concerned. "What makes you think it is insanity and not something else?" "Well I have been under a lot of stress lately," I start to ramble, "and some of the things I'm hearing and seeing and remembering make no sense. My best explanation is that none of it is real, except in my mind." He looks at me as he quietly holds my hand, his thumb brushing my knuckles absently. "But what if it is something else, something incredible, something a lot better than going insane," he takes a moment to bring his hand to his nose and take a deep sniff. "What if you are finally getting your wolf?" I try to think back to when Bash started manifesting his wolf. Did the voice come first, or were there other signs? "When you talk to your wolf, does it respond?" I ask, "Because this voice never does. It's more like a blurt here and a blurt there, more like the things I don't want to say out loud than a separate personality." "Sage doesn't