Ok, hopefully by the next time I have to post, my "e" issues will be fixed.
“Oatmeal? Again?” I ask Fauna, the witch serving breakfast this morning. “Its jam backed with all the things you need to help your recovering body. And look, blueberries. Your favorite,” she says, picking up the bowl off of the tray and waving it in an attempt to entice me. “When do I get some meat?” I whine. “When your body is able to process it without you getting sick. Again,” Fauna tells me like she tells me every day. I roll my eyes, but nod to the blueberries. I really do love them. Fauna walks away, offering food to the patients at the next table. “My wolf wants meat. Ham. Steak. Bacon. Pork chops. I’d kill for a cheeseburger,” I mumble to Blaine, who is sitting across from me. He’s one of the people that I’ve gotten close to here in the therapy center. “Yeah, well nobody wants to clean up after you vomiting all over the fucking place like they did the last three times you h
Her scent flows over me and I can’t help but breathe it in deeply. I smile at the scent of strawberries as it rolls over me just before her body presses into mine. My wolf growls, the sound rumbling in my chest as I feel her wrap herself around me. “I need you,” she whispers against my mouth. “Fuck, yes,” I moan. My hand dives under her shirt feeling her skin against my palm. Fuck, she feels so damn good. Is it my imagination or do I feel sparks? I don’t have time to puzzle over it because her lips are suddenly on mine and my senses white out. She tastes amazing. The hand not under her shirt grabs her by the back of her head, pulling her closer to me. The other hand palms her tit through her bra. It just feels…right. To touch her like this. To feel her against me. Fuck, this is everything. Everything that I could ever want. She moans into my mouth as my fingers pinch her nipple. I used that to sweep my tongue int
“You have got to do something about it, Alpha. I can’t handle the incense smell any longer. It just too much!” Millicent Chestnut, the fucking pack Karen. She has had issues with every house that she has been placed in. It’s too close to the main thoroughfare. It’s too far from the main parts of the city. It’s too loud from the university students. It’s too quiet and disconnected from the rest of the pack. There’s too much nature. There’s too little nature. Now she’s pissed because I have her next to some of the younger witches and their magic is bothering her.“Ms. Chestnut – “ I begin. “Alpha,” she chides. “You should know by now to call me Millicent.” But I ignore that. I’ve tried being nice. I’ve tried being accommodating. Now I need to be direct. “Ms. Chestnut,” I say firmly and her eyes go wide. “I have done everything I can to make you happy. You’ve lived in eight different houses in the last three years. There is nothing mor
The second that I shift into my wolf form, I smell them. Everywhere. All over this insane little podunk town. Wolves. Shifters. They’re here. The problem is their scents are so dispersed throughout the town with no clear starting or ending point, I can’t figure out where they are. It doesn’t take me long to check the area. Yeah, it’s spaced out, but there’s not much around. I make quick work of checking everything and I find…nothing. Nothing that gets me closer to the she-wolves, the pups, or the kidnappers. I make my way back to Finnegan and Caleb, hearing that they’re still talking to sheriff. Doesn’t seem to be going well for the human. He doesn’t know what kind of bear…or wolf…that he’s poking. I’m about a mile from them when the wind shifts and the sheriff’s scent hits me. It nearly stops me in my tracks before I burst out running. Frantically, I mindlink both Finnegan and Caleb, I scent the she-wolves and pu
The conditions that the women and girls were kept in are deplorable. The are kept in cold, dank cells and are obviously fed very little. Many are drugged beyond understanding what is happening to them, especially the children. I’m constantly having to bite back curses as I see the effects of the silver on their skin. Burns and scars that will never heel, just like the ones that on Ciara’s wrists. Finn, Ethan, and I are busy trying to get the women and kids out of their bonds and into the main lobby. That is after we cleared the bodies. Wouldn’t do to scare the shit out of them while we’re in the process of trying to rescue them. All of the cells are labeled with eh women’s names, so it’s easy to know their names. We take pictures on our cell phones of the name tags and them so that we know who they are. We’re halfway through the cells when Ethan calls me over. “Dude, I found something.” Moving over to him, I look at t
“BLAKE!” I cry out, tackling her from behind. She screams and I can’t help but dissolve in giggles. I love catching my twin off guard. Especially when she’s in the middle of training. Kennedy has been stationed Wyoming for the last several years. When we were about eight or nine, there was a huge boom in pregnancies in the Wyoming part of the pack. Seems that when some witches helped settle a new well for the wolves, one of their spells has some unintentional consequences for wolves, making them super fertile beyond the point where the birth control pill that we developed for werewolves. As these kids have grown, we’ve had to pour resources into this area. Happily, but consistently. They need more food, more clothing, more education, and a variety of other resources that we as a pack gave them. Now, it’s time for high school education before they come to Arcadia University and that is why Blake is here. She is an athlete, a runner that nearly beat Herm
“Are you sure that you’re ok?” Ollie asks me. “I can stick around until it’s time for you to go, you know.” I look over at my best friend and give them the best smile that I’m able to summon up. “I’ll be fine, Ollie. I have to finish proof-reading and turn in this paper before I leave. I’ll grab an Uber to the train station. It’ll be fine.” “Yeah, I know that you’ll physically be fine. But I don’t like that you’re going to be here by yourself. With everyone going back to their home, you’ll have no emotional support in case something happens,” they say. That makes my smile almost break. “Nothing’s going to happen, Ollie. He hasn’t contacted me in nearly a month.” Three weeks, two days, 10 hours, and 23 minutes to be exact. But who’s counting? Definitely not me. “You know that he’s been around. We’ve all smelled him and Javi has seen him outside twice. He’s just being stupid. And it would be just like a stupid boy to try and corner you while we aren’t here.” Ollie co
It’s Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday of the year. I can’t believe that it’s something that wasn’t a part of the werewolf holiday pack until after my parents were mated and witches came to join us. We had only stuck to the holidays marked by Selene, with some passing nods to the holidays that humans celebrate. But with the inclusion of the covens into our pack has brought a wide variety of times of celebration. Christmas, Beltane, Samhair, Fourth of July. Holidays every month, sometimes multiple times each month. Feasting, presents, singing, fun, and family. It really is a good time for all involved. But, like I said, Thanksgiving is my favorite. The entire pack gets together, bringing together a potluck of foods. We eat until our hearts’ content and then the afternoon is full of games. Cornhole. Ladder golf. Tackle football. Poker. Throughout the day we wander from eating and gaming and fellowship. Other than eating a shit ton of food, there’s nothing that has to b