Hey - Sorry this is late. I fell asleep while writing. More on Wednesday.
When Caleb left to go see an old friend, I wasn’t super worried about it. I mean, he’s lived here all his life, of course he’s going to have old friends that he wants to see. It wasn’t until I saw the absolutely gorgeous she-wolf that he hugged tight to his body that annoyance started to flow through me. And then they walked off to talk for FORTY-FIVE MINUTES and came back holding hands. The fact that their scents are mingled as he comes back to the table is more than I can take and a low growl rumbles up from my chest and out of my throat as my wolf comes to the forefront. Did he fuck her? Is she his girlfriend? He had told me that he wasn’t seeing anyone, but the fact that they were gone for so long and smell like each other right now is not doing much to help me believe that. Alright, I know that I don’t realistically have any claim on Caleb. But I dare you to not have a crush on the male that not only saved you when yo
The shock on her face is all consuming. I can tell that she’s having trouble processing my words. Like she can hear and understand the words that I said, but her mind isn’t connecting them to their meanings. Her legs slip down from around my waist, but I keep holding her to me to make sure that she doesn’t fall. She leans her head back into the wall of the building that I had back her into but fists her hands in my shirt and pulls me towards her. It’s like she needs to pull away, but can’t stand to be away from me. I understand the feeling. The matebond is potent. Much more than I ever thought it would be. And we haven’t even felt the full effects of it yet. “What do you mean?” she asks. “We’re mates, my love,” I tell her, one hand coming up to brush some loose hair off of her head. “How…how can you know that?” she asks, her voice a whisper that I can barely hear over the rustle of the wind in the trees. “Be
I’m standing outside of Impulse, the BDSM sex club that Devin talked to me about. I had driven here and I’m waiting for Devin. He has to be there as a sponsor to sign me up. I did research on Impulse before I told Devin that I definitely wanted to come here. Granted, he only told me about it yesterday, but there’s a lot of research that you can get done in one night. Especially when you’re as motivated as I am to do something about your situation. Impulse is a shifter only BDSM sex club, though mostly for werewolves, since it’s here in Arcadia. It’s a club where the clientele need to be a bit sturdier to be able to handle the activities that occur inside. But they also are a club that helps people explore their sexuality. As long as you have your shifter animal, you are allowed to participate, though no one under 18 is actually allowed to participate in anything with a partner. And each new member must be sponsored by an existing member.
“Girl! You look fucking fierce. What the hell did you do to yourself over break?” Ollie says the second that I step into the house. Their arms go around me and they pull me into a fierce hug. I cackle as I return their hug. “I just needed an update to my look.” And I did. After I talked to JoJo about what went down with Kurt, she insisted that we hit up the salon and the shops. I got my hair trimmed, layered, and highlighted, a facial, a mani/pedi, and several entirely new outfits to help build my confidence and lift my spirits. And it really did. It’s amazing how self-care and feeling good about the way that you look can just make you feel good.“Bitch, this isn’t an update. This is a glow-up on a girl that didn’t need one. You trying to make every guy on this campus throw himself at you?” Ollie says, playing with my ponytail. Then looking at me with a raised eyebrow, they ask, “Or one guy in particular?”I pull away from Ollie and glare at them. “I’m not look
“What the actual fuck, Kurt?! Get your shit together! You’re fucking up the flow and you’re making mistakes that are costing us money.” My boss has me in his office after my shift and is yelling at me. It’s been nearly a month since everything went down with Fati. I haven’t seen her, other than in class. And even then, I haven’t spoken to her. I’ve barely slept. I’m fucking up at work. I’m fucking up in the ring, having lost every spar that I’ve had. It’s gotten to the point that Mickey has refused to sign me up for anymore fights. He pulled me aside last night and sat me down. “Kid, I don’t know what the fuck is going down with you. You’ve never been one to share and that normally isn’t an issue until it is. And right now it is. Tell me what’s going on. Because you are fucking shit up left and right.” “Nothing to worry about, Mickey. Just having some difficulty with school and not sleeping well.” It’s not a lie, exactly.
It takes me a second to realize exactly what’s happening. I feel groggy and dazed. It’s hard to breathe and I have to force myself to sit up. Everything in the room seems hazy and it’s hard to focus on anything. “Fuck…” I croak out. What the hell has my mother done now? Because she has to be the cause of this. Other than the current situation with Fatima, my mother is the source of everything fucked up that I have to deal with in my life. It’s gotta be her. I push my feet to the floor before snatching them back. Good news, I’m more awake. Bad news, the floor is hot. Like almost painfully. I rub my eyes trying to clear them. Unfortunately, when I open them, things don’t seem any clearer. It’s then that I realize what’s going on. The house is on fire. There is smoke in my room. And I was so exhausted that I didn’t realize that it started. Putting my feet back down, I cross the floor in quick footsteps a
Ollie had to order the cab for me. I was just too panicked to even think of the practicalities. Both they and Angela are with me for support. Angela has a go bag of waters, snacks, reading materials, and the like for such purposes that she brought with her, though there isn’t much need for it with a bunch of werewolves. Still, she has a brother who was very accident prone as a child, teen, and college student, so she has spent her fair share of time in pack hospitals waiting for the dumbass’s wolf to be able to heal him. It’s something that she just always brings with her. I’ll probably be thankful for it later, but right now, like I said before, I’m freaking the fuck out. The second that we get to the Emergency Department of the hospital, I’m flying out of the cab as it’s still coming to a stop and running to the nursing station. Angela and Ollie are right behind me as I fly into the doors and right up to the nurse. “Kurt Walker!” I
Our Sunday movie marathon just finished about 15 minutes ago. Each week, my mates and I each pick a movie and watch from dinner time until all three are done. Gael picked his typical superhero movie, choosing Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse. He can always be counted on for an action movie. Hakeem typically either goes with a documentary or a horror movie. Tonight, he chose Killers of the Flower Moon. So, a little of both. I’m typically the wild card. I love all kinds of movies: rom-com, comedies, period dramas, horror, action, psychological thriller. Doesn’t matter as long as it keeps my attention. Tonight, I decided to go with an oldie, but a goodie. Fight Club. One of my absolute favs. “My best movie vote goes to Fight Club,” I say as we’re cleaning up to get ready for bed. Gael groans and Hakeem rolls his eyes as he smiles indulgently at me. “Of course you would say that. It’s your favorite movie,” my Dream says to me.