Here you go. Sorry about the split up.
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.
The flight on the helicopter takes about four hours. The entire way there, I have Fati’s parents helping me by chopping, mashing, and separating ingredients for the potion that I’ll need to give Kurt before Fati can mark him. “How do you know what to do? Have you helped someone do this before?” Hakeem asks as he muddles together stinging nettle and lemon balm. I need all of the ingredients in a liquid form so that I can inject it the central line that his IV will be in. By the time it’s drained, he’ll be ready for the matemark and it will make him a werewolf. I shrug my shoulders. “I guess it’s kind of like Arya, Devin, and Meredith with Selene. They just know because Selene wants them to know. It’s the same thing with me and Hecate. Once she told me what I needed to do, I just knew how to do it.” “Handy, that,” Meredith says, mashing some of the garlic with the edge of a table knife. Yeah, the helicopter ride is smooth and we wolves heal qu
I follow the nurse down the hallway, looking back over my shoulder at my friends and family. I wish that someone could come with me. Not that I don’t think that I can do this by myself. I’m a luna, obviously I’ve got this and can make sure that Kurt is safe. But I know that seeing my mate laid so low is going to hurt. Especially since our bond is so fragile. I have so much doubt. So much worry that this isn’t going to work. And what happens if it doesn’t? Will he ever be able to walk? Support himself? How will he live? Trust me, daughter, I hear in my head. And I’ve been around my mother enough when she was taken over by Selene to know who is speaking to me. Selene, how do you know that this will work? You and Hecate have never done this before, I plead with her. I feel warm surrounding my body, like I’m being hugged. I know that it’ll work because I will it so. You will not lose your mate this day, Fatima. I refuse to allow