Her shoulders flexed the harder she pushed her wolf, her fur rippling with every movement. She’d neglected her wolf recently. Even with the training Luca insisted on, she felt she hadn’t run for ages. It felt good to pick up to full speed, trees whipping past her as she weaved in and out as fast as her four legs could carry her. She bounded over logs and through bushes with more ease than she ever had before. She felt majestic, powerful, invincible.
She missed her friend. Kristen had been spending longer and longer away from packland now, going with Tom to offer advice and diplomacy to other packs. Show the Wuffaman’s were around and always willing to help.
The role suited her friend but it didn’t mean she didn’t miss her every time she wasn’t around.
At least her brot
Her feet slapped against deep grey stone she vaguely recognised. Intricate stonework was all around her. She’d been here before. The sound of a door opening had her moving to the bannister. She looked over to see three men entering through the door holding a limp body wrapped in a bloody sheet. She just knew who it was. She had no idea how.She also knew what was going on.War.She was at Malachi’s. Her pack had been attacked.It was like a memory of something that had never happened. Yet she knew exactly what had happened before this moment.She ran down the stone steps, before anyone could stop her she uncovered the body's face. “Jack!” His
Michael sank heavily into the sofa beside Kimberly. “Good day?” she asked quietly.He frowned, watching her closely. “Are you OK?” He scanned her face, her body, looking for what was wrong.“Yeah…” She shifted, a wince flashing over her face.His exhaustion disappeared in an instant to be replaced with worry. “What’s wrong?” Alarm flittered through his chest.“I think the baby is just laying funny. I’m fine.” She offered a pinched smile.“I can ring the midwife,” he offered immediately.She glared at him and wrapped her hand around his wrist stopping
Alissa huffed to herself as she pondered what to take, what to move, what to leave. Ugh it was a nightmare. She looked around her room wondering why they were even moving. Her room was fine. It was perfect! She liked it, there was no reason to move.“Are you stressing?” Luca asked, walking into the room with a box he’d brought from the attic.She shook her head, “No,” she fibbed.“Uh huh. Sure.” He approached and offered a hug, she immediately basked in his warmth and comfort. She let out a sigh, relaxing against him. “We’re taking the bed. Quite frankly… we can switch everything. I don’t like the master suite’s furniture.”“‘Cause it’s your dad’s,&rdq
They were all sat around the table like usual on a particularly cold evening. The arga was still on offering warmth to the kitchen while they filled their bellies with mashed root veg and chicken.As they ate, the conversation turned to the upcoming winter season and how they would all stay warm. “We should get more firewood in, a large tree should do,” Blake suggested.“Can we get more blankets? Fluffy ones?” Kristen asked“There should be some in the attic. All our beds will need extra blankets. It’s going to be a bad one this year.” Luca took a bite of chicken.“Might be worth stocking up a little more. Food and stuff. Just in case we can’t get into the human town.” Blake stretched, his plate empty.&nbs
There was a chill in the air as she sat in a rocking chair. The room was strange. Two beds were squeezed in. A small set of drawers with a wicker basket like for a baby. The window was rattling in the stone arch. The door was hazy like it wasn’t really there. She looked in her lap to find a baby. It was an instinct almost… or it just happened she was nursing the small babe. She cooed down to him, his perfect tiny fingers gripped at her finger while he suckled. “Aunty, where's daddy?” A little boy entered the room and sat at Alissa's feet. He was probably about five, his blonde hair almost down to his shoulders.Alissa's jaw quivered, she didn’t know why. She just knew the mention of this boy’s daddy upset her, “He's keeping you safe little one, he loves you so much, come here.” She shifted her baby so the boy could climb on her lap.
The night crept in, it was a dark night with heavy cloud cover, “I hope it doesn't rain” Jack muttered as they took the last of the wood towards the bonfire.“Doesn't feel humid enough, but you need the moon or the boys won't see you,” Alissa muttered back, Jack hummed in agreement. They threw their wood onto the pile that was stacked in the middle.Alissa crouched down next to Luca who was preparing the kindling, “I don't think we stacked the logs right,” he muttered looking into the wood and rearranging some logs pointlessly.“We're the masters at fire building, it'll light” Alissa blew on his embers for him, small flames licked at the dried birch fungus. He slowly pushed the now burning ball into the centre of the bonfire with a stick as Al
“Do you fancy getting out of packland for the afternoon?” Luca asked as he entered the games room where Alissa was reading.“Sounds good. Got anything in mind?”“Of course!” He plopped into the sofa, lifting her legs to sit beneath them. “Not telling you though.”“Ohhh,” she complained, setting the book on the floor face down to not lose her place.“Want to surprise you. I think you’ll like it.”“Think?”“Have I done anything that you haven’t like when I surprised you?”“Well… no. That’s true.&rdquo
Jack shouldered the axe, wiping his forehead as he looked at the fallen tree. All the houses needed firewood now the weather had changed. There had been a frost clinging to the ground for the last two days and their firewood stores were almost out. His breath puffed out in white clouds as he breathed through his momentary exhaustion, the tree was slightly larger than he really appreciated. He sighed and began taking the small branches from the tree until all was left was a pile of kindling and a very large, tree sized log. Grabbing rope from his belt, he bundled the kindling until it was one big pile tied securely by the rope so he could carry it on his back before he gripped the sparse tree, managing to get it in a position he could drag it back to their homes.Finally, he made it to the edge of their clearing and he dropped the tree with a big boom, sweat streaming from his hairline.