He half expected her to not come along. To turn away and go back to her apartment. After explaining everything, he expected her to drop all contact and maybe even leave the town. Yet here she was, looking unsure of the situation as she stood before his mother, his grandfather and... Miss J?
"Hey there, Sugar." She smiled warmly, her grey eyes sparkling knowingly.
"Janice?" Amira addressed her questioningly, "What are you doing here?"
"Well," She looked over to Lymeria who smiled a bit awkwardly, "I believe we're all here under the same reason." Her grey eyes turned back to Amira, "You have questions, and I fortunately have your answers."
"So, you knew who they are? Why didn't you say anything?" Amira asked her, but the Witch was already shaking her head.
"This is more than about hunting down Rogues, Amira." Her eyes darkened slightly, "So much more..." She looked over to Lymeria again who nodded and stepped forward.
Why am I even thinking of considering the idea?She tightened the strap around her black boots before slipping a wooden stake into a slit she had created within it. She looked down at her black box, running her fingers over the selection of daggers and smaller knives before grabbing two identical knives and put those in the holders on her belt. She side eyed the firearm, a pistol she was all too familiar with from practicing every day with Jax. She ran her fingers over the barrel, her eyes softening as she thought back to the days she had spent with her father."All I ever wanted was to make you proud. You and mom." She mumbled softly to herself. As if on queue, her phone buzzed on the counter. She glanced at the caller I.D and noticed it was Leyla that was calling her. She hesitated for a moment, her mind spiraling as she tried to figure out a way to describe her situation before picking up the call."Hey sweetheart, I haven't heard from you in a bit.
The muscles in his chest tensed from the slightest graze of her fingertips. The thin, sharp needle pierced his flesh, weaving the thin string over the still open wound on his chest. Blood had dried around the edges, but with each tightening, a fresh new flow rose up and tainted his lightly swollen skin. The contact of her fingers gliding across his skin sent his nerves into overdrive, but he managed to maintain his composure before her. No word had been said since the fight with the Vampires not so long ago. With his slow healing abilities, Amira had assisted him back home under the guise of the shadows. To no surprise to him, Lymeria had been waiting at the garage entrance. The moment they were in her sights, she had bolted inside to retrieve a first aid kit and towels. Amira didn't speak a word to either of them as she took the first aid kit and started to clean and stitch him up while his body gradually regenerated."I don't get it. How did we not sense them
She's been gone for almost two months now with little updates about that damn Alpha. I should've dealt with it instead, what was I thinking sending her alone?Jax tossed the heavy sack in the back of the jeep, letting out a soft grunt as he massaged his shoulder. Sweat dripped from his chin as he ruffled his hair and gazed out over the cracked desert. He had been down in Arizona for a week with Leyla tracking what they assumed was a Skinwalker, but what they found was nothing close to what they believed. He side glanced the sack, a black liquid substance oozing from the bottom of it.Whatever this thing is, it's no where in our archives."Looks like whatever it is was hold up in a cave a mile out from here." Leyla spoke up as she approached the jeep, taking off her button up and slung it over her shoulder. He glimpsed her direction for a second, spotting the yellow tank top she wore and the thin chained silver necklace he had gifted her sometim
Sulfur clung to her lungs, painting them a black so dark it could rival the very room she was chained in. The chains around her wrists and ankles gave off a faint golden glow, the ancient text she tried to familiarize herself with deeply engraved in the obsidian links hummed softly with old power. Each breath she inhaled left her senses in hellish flames.How long has it been now? I have lost track after the first couple hundred years...She twisted her wrists slightly, the chains rubbing against her raw flesh. She picked up the stench of burning skin from them, but years of captivity left her numb to the pain. The spell on the chains flickered for a second, drawing her attention downward to the extremely dimly lit floor. It was only for a second before the flow of power returned to it's usual state, but it was enough to put a smirk on her lips.The devotion and love of my acolytes is
"Whoa." The boy crouched down beside Aiden's motorcycle, running his finger over the front tire, "I want a bike." Aiden chuckled softly from beneath a Honda, "I'm sure you'll have no problem if you asked your mom to get you one." He swiveled out of the way as oil dripped down from above him, "Dammit, why can't people take care of their damn vehicles?" "She won't let me have one. Dad won't either I'm sure." The boy sighed. Aiden raised a brow when he felt movement around his legs and the boy shift himself beneath the car with him, "Can I have yours then?" "No way. I built that bad boy with my own hands." Aiden denied him without glancing over to him. "Can you build me one then?" He asked insistently. Aiden finally peered over to the boy with the red puppy dog eyes and let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll build you one and give it to you for your sixteenth birthday. Will that suffice?" He asked him. The boys eyes widened and seemed to sparkle with excitement. "Really? You really mean that,
I feel so hot...She barely made it inside her door when Aiden pinned her against the wall and his lips descended onto her own. His hands gripped her waist, pressing his hips against hers with earnest. Her fingers dipped below his shirt, tracing his fresh scars and the hills of his abs. He let go of her waist, crouching down slightly and picked her up by her thighs. Their lips broke away, letting her gasp for air as he carried her up the steps. His lips caressed her collarbone before nibbling gently, his hands squeezing her thighs as he reached her floor."A-Aiden..." Her fingers tugged on his hair, his tongue flicking over her collarbone. She panted, feeling this intense heat coursing through her veins with each lick. Her legs tightened around his waist, tugging his hair hard enough to bring his head back up and crashed her lips against his. He growled softly, his tongue pushing past her lips and collided with hers. He moved past the coffee table, knocking ov
Jax sat across from him, his eyes dark and brows furrowed together with his arms folded over his chest. Leyla said beside him, her own brows coming together with a wrinkle of worry between them as she flickered her gaze between the Hunter and the Werewolf. Amira sat beside Aiden quietly, yet her heart was drumming so loud he was sure they could hear it to. She casted her gaze to her lap where her fingers rolled over one another. Aiden sat with his back straight, his own arms folded against his now clothed chest and staring down Jax. It had been an awkward sit down for the last ten minutes with no one saying a word after Jax and Leyla walked in unannounced.Jax's gaze waivered as he shot a quick glance toward Amira and in that quick instance saw the stubborn fortitude falter. Aiden shifted his gaze toward Amira from the corner of his eyes, watching closely as her fingers came to a halt before clasping her hands tightly together. He could sense her struggle and co
The once roar of her internal flame was now a mere flicker of candlelight. There was a buzzing in her ears as voices collided when her concentration dropped. Her head felt light as a dizzy spell took hold of her and she placed her head in her hands. When something dripped into her palms, her eyes fluttered open to see blood droplets pooling in her palms. "Janice?" A soft voice drew her attention up to Lymeria who had knelt down before her. Worry flickered in her emerald eyes as her nose wrinkled slightly, "What do you need?" She looked up finally and took in her surroundings as the buzzing in her ears slowly died down. Aiden had his arms wrapped around Amira, sweat on his brow as he attempted to catch his breath. Amira had clung to him, her fingers gripped his shirt so tight the fabric might tear. Jax took his place at Amira's side, conflicting emotions rampaged in his eyes while Leyla sat on the coffee table in front of them and rested a hand on Am
The moon hung high in the sky. The windowpane gently rattled from the wind. Fresh leaves had begun to bud on the trees in their garden. Spring had finally arrived. She hummed softly, her fingers tracing a small circle on the infant's back as she rocked him to sleep. His head snuggled against her chest, the light sucking of his pacifier filled her ears. His twin snored softly in his crib with a light blue blanket snuggled into his arms. She shut her eyes, her heart beat steady and her mind at ease for the first time in months. The birth of the twins took a toll on her body worse than she had ever imagined. She was hospitalized. Bedridden until her vitals were normal again. Even with Nox assisting her, there was only so much the Wolf spirit could do for a vessel that wasn't his own. A gentle knock came from the closed door before it creaked open for Jayce's head to peer in. His tender smile still made her heart flutter as he stepped in and made his wa
Darlow turned into a ghost town once the battle had officially ended. Any memory of the town had been wiped clean from the citizens that had called it home. The Werewolf community took it upon themselves to clear it out and put whatever was left behind to good use in their new home. Lymeria was on rest after her collision with her ex-Mate, but she was stronger than what he gave her credit for. As for his own Mate. She was still healing after she lost her father in the fight. Leyla had taken temporary leadership of the Hunters until Amira felt she was ready to take over her father's footsteps. She was still healing as well with the loss of her lover, even with the brave face she had put on. The world still moved on and darkness still lingered at every corner. Willow advised later it to burn the deceased that were not turned during the fight, in order to prevent any further undead to wander about. She was handling things slowly with her new abilities. Aiden had caught her freque
Lymeria snarled aggressively at Godfried. The fur on her back rose to make herself appear larger than what she was. Whatever had gone through Godfried's head in that moment must've vanished as he lowered his head to the ground, his black stained teeth bare as he growled challengingly at Lymeria. Amira looked between them when she felt Jax shift in her arms. She looked down at her pale-faced father, his eyes dark as he struggled to speak."Don't speak. Please." Amira swallowed her emotions that fought to come forward. She glanced around the battle with urgency to find her Mate across the clearing with a few of the undead creatures surrounding him. A howl ripped through the air that drew her attention back to Lymeria as Godfried charged and tackled her to the ground. Lymeria barked and snarled as she clawed and bit him, but it wasn't enough to faze him. His jaws snapped at her throat, but she wiggled free in time. His claws dug into her ribs, that caused Lymeria to
Everything happened so quickly. Echoes of gunfire rang loud and clear. The snarls and growls of both monster and beast reverberated in the night. Aidan disappeared into the fray while Amira kept her crossbow up and her back turned away from the monstrosities. Yet with each one that fell, another would take its place. Even with the extra magical power that Willow had extended to the rest of them, it barely put a dent in the Dark Witch's undead army. The unsettling part was that Godfried hadn't made a single move yet. He remained poised beside his Witch near the back of the clearing where they had entered from. Even from the distance, he was an imposing figure.A bark caught her attention. Her gaze swiveled around to find a she-Wolf cornered by two undead creatures. Blood and black ooze coated her grey fur, claw wounds exposed on her chest and she panted heavily from exhaustion of the fight. Amira could see the energy leaving this Wolf's body and it wouldn't be long
He let out a slow, steady breath after getting out of Amira's truck. His eyes scanned the dark forest while Amira grabbed her weapons from the bed of the truck. He could hear the light crunch of snow being traveled through by his pack while on their way to the destination. He peered over at Amira after she closed the back up and slung her crossbow over her shoulders. She set aside her casual brown leather jacket and jeans for a tight fitted black leather jacket, black cargo pants and black combat boots to match. She had pulled her white hair back into a ponytail with braids tied in it.She lifted her gaze to meet his and tried to give him a reassuring smile, but the corners of her lips just wouldn't rise. He walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Everything will be alright."She let out a breath. "I know, but this feels almost like déjà vu." She looked over as another set of headlights came up behind her truck and parked there.
Snow crunched beneath her boots as she walked alongside the lake. Ice layered the surface of the water and gave a beautiful reflection of the moon and stars. Time was about to run out before Godfried and his Witch would arrive, and she still felt ill-prepared for what laid ahead. Even though a truce was made between the Hunters and the Werewolves, the tension was so thick, not even a knife could cut through it. As reluctant as everyone was, training and preparations were still coming along as well as she could hope for. Even in the short time frame that they had."Amira?" Jax called out to her from behind. She peered over her shoulder to her father who looked far older than she remembered him being the last time she saw him. He had his hands stuffed into his dark leather jacket as he walked up to stand beside her. His dark hair streaked with grey and bags lined under his eyes."When did you sleep last?" She asked him as a cold breeze brushed through t
He folded his arms over his broad chest as he gazed at the sleeping Willow and Dante snuggled up on the small sofa tucked into the corner of the bookshop. When he awoke and noticed that his Mate hadn't come to bed, he grew a bit worried and came down to investigate. He wasn't expecting to find the Vampire and his partner asleep on the sofa when he came to check up on her. He inclined his head as he admired the view for just a moment of the two lovers. In their peaceful sleeping state, they appeared as an ordinary couple that happened to doze off together.Aiden peered over to the open gate to the restricted section and saw Amira slightly slouched forward while sitting upright. He shook his head, not at all surprised that she had fallen asleep in that position as he had caught her doing it once before. He walked around the desk and stood behind her while he leaned against the metal doorframe."Hey." He nudged her gently with his foot, "Sleepyhead, wake
The warmth of the sun surprised her as her eyes fluttered open to find herself standing in a grassy field with dandelions scattered about in all directions. The air was still chilled yet not a speck of snow in sight. She patted herself down, feeling the fabric of her clothes and the softness of her face and hands. It all felt real to her, but it also felt like a dream at the same time. She ran her fingers over the blades of grass when her she felt someone watching her. She looked around and spotted a woman dressed in an off white tunic that fell just below her mid thigh. The tunic was pulled over her right shoulder with a clasp that seemed to pin it in place. A leather belt wrapped around her waist with what looked like a thin quiver attached at her hip. On her arms were braces strapped to them with gloves that had the index and pinky finger exposed. She had what appeared to be thin leather straps wrapped around her calves, but with the grass it was difficult to tell if she was
She peered over to Dante's half-naked sleeping form beside her. She brushed her fingers through his dark hair and caressed his cheek. He stirred slightly, but did not wake as she crawled out of bed as slowly and quietly as possible. She stepped up to the mirror that occupied their hotel room and in the dim light of the moon that came in through the window, saw her reflection staring back at her. Willow ran her fingers over the fresh bite mark on her right breast Dante had left behind. She didn't feel fatigued like she normally did after he drank from her. It was strange, or perhaps with her new powers she inherited from Janice, she's able to withstand the effects of a Vampire's bite. She tugged on the longer strands of hair, her lips pursed as she mentally decides on a trim when her eyes shifted over to the white book on the nightstand beside her bed. The same book she always met with Hecate whenever she needed her wisdom. Except this time, she felt certain that this is where