Hot. Damn.
It’s been a few days...I wonder if he got the pics...Did he not like them? OH GAWD!! HE DIDN’T LIKE THEM....SHIIIIIT! Claire’s head hung in her hands as she contemplated the events of the other night. Did she move too fast? Did she read the whole situation wrong? All these thoughts raced through her head as she tried and failed to eat her breakfast. No one was paying her any attention as her inner turmoil slowly destroyed her brain. “Hey Cupcake. This seat taken?” Sean didn’t wait for a response as he plopped in the seat beside her. “You look like something is buggin’ ya. What’s up?” He eagerly shoved a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. Claire just turned her head to glare at him. “You have NO idea. Can you just leave me alone? I’m kinda going through something right now and I’d rather sulk alone while my idiot brain betrays me even more.” Sean turned his head up to the ceiling and put a finger to his chin, acting as if he was deep in thought, “NOPE! And the best way to get
Claire’s good mood instantly evaporated. She ran up to Jack, eyes pleading, “let me out there, Pops. You know I can handle myself and you need all the hands you’ve got.” Jack’s stern face turned gentle as he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “No. You aren’t far enough along in your training to be out in the field like this. You’ve gotten lucky a few times, sweetie, but please. Don’t fight me on this one. Just help the others get the pack into the shelters.” He turned to walk away, but Claire wasn’t giving up. She grasped at his elbow and spun him around to face her, but he didn’t budge. “So why have you been training me if you won’t let me prove myself?” Her temper flared to life. “I can help! You’ve seen so yourself over the last few days! I’ve…” Jack turned on a dime. “ENOUGH!” The room turned silent as everyone watched Jack and Claire glare at one another, each with their arms crossed over their rapidly rising and falling chests. “You don’t think I c
Jack’s heart dropped at the mention of Claire. But his temper soon got the best of him as a low growl erupted from his throat. The rogue’s head turned to the side as he eyed the first line of defense and his eyebrows raised, “so you know of this little human? Good. You can bring her to us, and we will leave without bloodshed.” Zach stepped forward, placing himself in front of Jack, effectively holding the other vampire back. “You should think again, mutt.” Distaste for the rogues plain on his tongue. “What makes you think we won’t just kill you for threatening a member of our coven?” With a sly grin, the leader calmly spoke in a sing-song voice. “Because if you kill all of us, you’ll never know who sent us or why they want her." He nonchalantly looked at his fingernails before continuing, "the choice is yours, really. But I do have a deadline to make, so tick tock, puppers.” The rogue tapped his empty wrist, then turned on his heels to head back to the small band he arrived with.
Malachy stepped into the dimly lit room as the other two men spun around to face him. He wasted no time in going to Miller's Packlands when he heard there was an attack coming. Knowing the Taylors, including Claire, were there to train with the other families, he didn’t want to take the chance that something would happen to her. He made it there in record time, considering he was hours away. He drove like a madman. Speed limits didn’t matter at that point. A rogue Mythical attack was one thing, but two within the last few months AND each involved Claire was not a coincidence. Malachy walked further into the room to shake hands with the other two men. Relief filled his chest, knowing his friends were unharmed, which meant Claire was as well. “I wish I could say it was good to see you, Malachy, but anytime you come around, it’s never really for a good reason.” Alpha Miller joked, finishing his beer before they headed over to the prison cells. The darkness of the stairwell would hav
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Unaware they had an audience, let alone one that consisted of her father, the Alpha, and Mal, Claire mentally groaned at the whole situation. She really wasn’t expecting to see Malachy at this particular moment, and she had no clue how to react. She hadn’t heard from him after their picture “exchange” and she was still unsure of where their relationship stood. Whatever their relationship was, but seeing another guy’s lips on hers probably didn’t help matters any. She did the only thing she could think of: she squared her shoulders, turned on her heels, and walked back to her room, avoiding looking back at the group of Mythicals. Jeez...Just my fucking luck. Claire ran straight to her bathroom to splash cold water on her face as her head hung low over the sink. Her fingers gripped the edge of the basin so hard they turned white. “What in the actual fuck is happening?” her voice echoed in the tiled room. The only other sound in the tiny space was the
Claire slung her duffel bag into the cargo area of her jeep as the Taylors said their goodbyes. Group training was finally over. They could go back home and back to their normal routine. Something Claire wanted desperately. She grabbed Steph’s suitcase, started to lift it up, when another hand grabbed the top of hers and yanked it from her grasp. Claire quickly spun around to confront the werewolf beside her, “What the fuck, Sean? I don’t need your help.” She grabbed the handle and pulled, but Sean refused to yield. “I’ve got this cupcake. Go say goodbye to everyone.” Sean had a remorseful look in his light hazel eyes and a slight smile. He jerked his head towards the front of the pack house towards the others saying their goodbyes. She nodded her head and walked up the limestone front steps to Alpha Miller, Malachy, and Jack. Jack shook their hands and stepped back when she approached the men with her radiant smile. “Thank you so much for hosting, Alpha. It’s really been an in
“Soooo. You’re Marian’s cousin? Jesus, Claire. How many hot men do you get to have in your life? I think I need to go on the next Taylor family trip!” Quinn was still reeling from meeting Sean that morning at school. They all had the same lunch period, which was nice, in Claire’s opinion. Sean was the “new kid” and the other girls were giving them the side-eye, yet he didn’t pay attention to anyone but Quinn and Claire. It was a relief to Claire that they could all get along and behave themselves. Quinn was flirting as always, but Sean just smiled and played along. “I’m glad that you think I’m hot, and undoubtedly sexy. But alas, I’m such a sensitive dude and I’d hate it if you broke my heart…” He placed a hand on his chest and wiped a fake tear. “So I will do you the favor and end this heated relationship before it starts." He winked, then turned serious. "So what do you lovely ladies have planned for today?” After a quick bite of her sandwich, Claire mumbled with a full mouth, “
The next few weeks were hectic, with too many softball games to count, but winning the State Championship was worth it to Claire and her team. She also had more training and school. Claire had to focus on finishing the school year strong, preparing for the last game of the season, and graduation. Sitting at her desk, she was finishing some last-minute details on a school project before she called it a night, when a message popped up. Despite her attempts at being strong, it felt like a vice gripped her heart when Mal’s name displayed on her screen. Mal: “Working late tonight, Little One?” Claire smiled and rolled her eyes. She hadn’t necessarily been ignoring Mal over the last few weeks. She was just busy with other things. Once she was home after her games, she managed to grab a bite to eat, do her schoolwork, and then pass out; just to go to school and do it all over again the next day. Claire: “Hey stranger. Gotta focus on my assignments. Graduation is just around the corner