Enora had just finished her eye makeup, about to move on to her hair, when the phone rang. The familiar tune of her best friend's favorite song filled the room as she hurried to pick up. "Hey girlie!" Nadine's cheerful voice chirped, followed by her smiling face on the screen. "Nades, hi. What's up?" "Oh nothing, just got home from work, but I needed to check in on you so I could approve your outfit for tonight! So, let's see it!" Enora laughed as she returned to the bathroom and placed the phone on the sink. After taking a step back, she gave a slow twirl to show off the outfit. "Ok, so what's the verdict, your honor?" "Hmm. The verdict is... guilty of looking amazing! As well as being too much for a certain boyfriend to handle. I know exactly where this is going to lead tonight." Enora's ears prickled and began to pink. She picked up the curling iron she had plugged in a few minutes ago, and grabbed a section of her hair. "You always have to make it pervy, don't you?" "I'm
It was a few minutes before the paralysis of Enora's mind and body had lifted. Enough of her senses had returned to realize she was with a stranger, which rightfully prompted kicking and screaming. "Let go! Put me down!" she yelled, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. The stranger didn't spare her a glance, only tightened his hold. It was only when she managed to dig a concealed knife out of her purse and attempted to swing, that he addressed her. "Hey! I'm helping you escape! Put that away!" "Helping? I don't even know you!" "Victor told me to get you back to your apartment no matter what. I'll explain once there." He responded quickly; voice full of authority. At the mention of Victor's name, her words faltered. The last she saw before they were no longer within sight, were both wolves leaping towards one another with claws raised. "What's your name? How do I really know you're a friend of Victor's?" she asked quietly. "I'm Gil. Gil Contreras. I'm the beta of the pack and
"Victor..." He appeared harried, hair out of place and glasses crooked. He only had on his jacket and an old pair of sweatpants; feet bare. Enora's sharp intake of breath broke the silence. Their bodies were pulled into an embrace by an invisible force; his arms crushed her like they had never done before, as if they would hold onto her forever. A new wave of emotions erupted in her, and it made her pull back to look at him. His body was littered in scratches, bits of dried blood smeared everywhere as well. She gasped, "You're hurt!" She was about to get supplies, when his hold kept her there and the cuts began changing, moving. They disappeared before her eyes, completely healed, and she felt herself step back, the chill from earlier returning in full force. Victor's features softened and hardened in the same instance, when he looked from her to Gil, as if just remembering he was supposed to be there. He scanned the room, giving them both an observant up and down before landing
She blinked, feeling her body tense up. "I'm sorry, what?" she questioned, thinking she must have heard him incorrectly. He took a tentative step towards her, "I'm both an alpha and boss because our pack follows mafia law as well. It's a long story because of my grandfather–" "No. Stop! You're not serious right now." When he didn't answer, she felt all senses of control leave her being. It was going too far. How was she supposed to take this? "No, no! This is–Victor, what the f*ck?!" she heard someone yell. It must have been her voice, but it didn't sound right to her. Victor extended a hand towards her, but her body recoiled from it. "It was for your safety." he began. "Bull! Safety would be my knowing about it so I could practice some precaution. Or, I don't know, not be involved in a life I didn't choose!" A sudden dread encompassed her and she found her eyes flitting to the window in paranoia. How much did this rival know? Mafia usually know everything, and shifters have a
This was where she drew the line. The short amount of time she had spent with Gil was overwhelming enough, and now he wanted her to do that, times ten? No way. This may be the life he was used to, but she was not. "What do you mean? Stop what?" he asked. "I don't want ten bodyguards. I've only had a few hours to understand this, and you expect me to jump in straight? No questions asked?" "This is about your safety. You don't know who you're dealing with Enora, he'll do whatever he wants! And he's laying low because of that!" he shouted. "That's my point, Vic. I don't know anything. Thus, why surrounding me with what he knows best, only puts me further on his radar." Victor threw his hands up in frustration, pacing back and forth and looking at her incredulously. "That's not how this works. Once he knows where you are or tries something once, that's it. So, the more people with you the better. Which you don't seem to understand." "And whose fault is that?" she snapped, fingers p
Enora hummed along to the song wafting through the speakers of the cafe; its classic tune had some of the customers singing passionately and jovially. Even some of the dogs joined in with little yips and howls. She laughed while looking for something to keep her busy. Lately, her good moods were fleeting and bland. Although being at Pawsitivity Time made her happy, there was no ignoring the obvious emptiness in her life. Victor was the sunshine of her day that she'd never realized was so cloudy. "You chose this Enora. No use in obsessing over a done deal," she voiced aloud, hands absently rearranging glasses on the shelves. It was after lunchtime, meaning there wasn't much to do until the next hoard came in. Enora decided on taking a breather in her favorite spot in the cafe. Sunlight streamed inside indirectly because of the surrounding buildings, so there were certain spots where it glaringly blinded you, but she found it perfect for napping. It also had the most plants surround
"Ok Enora, just calm down. Maybe this isn't something bad," she said aloud to herself. The air felt heavy. Goosebumps crawled up her body and made her tremble. The box was a dark wood with a hinge and latch on the top. Her name and cafe address were typed in a creepy, thin font that was too small for the label. Until now, Enora's paranoia had been low. Not that she wasn't afraid, but after the first three days of being transported back and forth in black SUVs and getting used to the new routine, she was able to relax. And aside from the excessively expensive things being used for her, life was still ordinary. There were no mysterious people jumping out to scare her, no threatening letters in her mailbox, or suspicious cars tailing them. In this moment however, things felt far from normal. What if this was Victor's rival making his move? What came next if it was? What if this was a distraction and Victor was going to be ambushed? She hurried to the front of the café where Gil and
She found herself humming and dancing as she finished getting ready for the party. As she had planned to have the café close earlier than usual today, it gave her ample time to return home. The drive was about forty-five minutes from her place, and she liked being on time. "Wow, you clean up nice," Enora complimented. Gil stepped out of the bathroom in his masquerade attire, looking effortlessly cool in it. He shrugged as he observed himself in the mirror on her bedroom door, and answered shyly, "You think so?" "Of course. I wouldn't lie about that." "You sure this isn't a ruse to get on my good side because I'm mad at you?" She put her hands up in defense, "Hey, I said I was sorry! I'm not purposely forcing you to go. You have to be my plus one since Victor isn't here." "He owes me for this. I hate parties," he mumbled angrily. "Me too. Guess we can awkwardly be there together," she replied. He released a sigh, "At least the theme is cool." "That's the spirit!" Enora tr
Enora panted as she crouched down once more. Pressing her back against the wall, she followed it around to the side where a car on the street would serve as cover. Her legs hurt and her hands shook uncontrollably as she texted Gil and Wilson her whereabouts. "Please one of you pick up. Or please find Victor, please," she whispered to herself. Thankfully during her escape, she hadn't encountered anyone else, and the exit had led her through an alleyway and onto the main streets. Several sirens played on the soundtrack for the night; after the gunshots had finally ceased and the sounds of struggles had subsided. Closing her eyes, she tuned to the background noise, hoping to hear something or someone familiar. Her mind wouldn't stop flashing possible scenarios where Victor didn't walk out of that building and back into her arms, and that scared her. Curling into herself, she rocked back and forth, working to breathe through the severe agony, fury, and sorrow she and Victor were cycl
ONE HOUR AGO Victor's phone buzzed in his pocket, knowing it was Enora before he checked at the screen. As soon as they were within a few minutes of the Quercia base, he'd absorbed her fear to a maximum level. She'd been ok for the majority of the day, so this could only mean true peril was looming over her. Her text informed him that she was inside Bianchi's apartment, about to have dinner with him and she would try to stall for as long as possible. The suspicious feeling was shared between them as he tossed the phone into the bushes and went to get into position with the others. "You two stay alive. I won't forgive you if you dare die on me," Wilson said, hitting Victor and Gil on the back. Gil laughed, "You're the human here. We should be saying that to you." "Ha! You think these untrained losers have anything on me? I'll take them all out in no time." "We'll see about that. You'll still be fighting by the time Gil, Enora, and I come out," Victor said with a smirk. "Ah, fin
There were clothes on the bed when Enora returned to the bedroom; from pajamas to bathing suits, to underwear and dresses, and a shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what Alessandro might be thinking about. "I have another request to ask of you ladies," she began, pretending to enjoy the variety of clothing by holding them up against herself. "Yes, Miss?" they replied in unison. "If you could just wait outside while I rest, that would be great. I was startled before when I woke, and you were standing there. I scare easily, sorry." "Oh! I apologize, I was told to watch and wait, so I suppose I took it quite literally," woman A said, hanging her head in embarrassment. "No, no. Don't be. I probably would have done the same," Enora chuckled. "Thank you. You're too kind Miss. We will be right outside. You need only knock, and we or the guards will open the door." "We can put those away for you first," woman B offered, gesturing to the clothes. "Don't worry yourselves, I've g
Once she'd eaten her fill, she was unsure of how to get anyone's attention. It felt gross to ring the bell to summon people, so she went to the living room door instead, startled when the two women magically appeared in her path. "Miss, have you finished?" woman B asked. "Yes, thank you. Would you both mind if I explored the apartment? A–Alessandro said it was alright with him," she said, hating that she had to speak his name. "You do not need to ask us, you may simply command us to do what you would like," woman A added. "Oh, um. I can't actually. That also makes me uncomfortable. I'd prefer we be friendly," Enora answered sheepishly. The two looked from one another to Enora with questionable expressions. Has no one ever been nice to them? Or had she said something wrong? "Whatever you say Miss. Would you like to see the kitchen?" "Maybe later, I don't want to be in the way as the staff goes back and forth." "Ok, follow us then and we'll start with the living room. As you can
AT QUERCIA HEADQUARTERS The lengthy walk to the dining room was nerve-wracking; she was not ready nor willing to face Alessandro again. Another woman had joined Enora in the room when she'd exited the bathroom in one of the outfits that had been provided. It wasn't bad per say, but it was less modest than she was used to. They'd told her she looked great however, and announced breakfast was ready. Guards were outside of her room, unsurprisingly, and at every doorway of the apartment it seemed. As if she were stupid enough to attempt an escape. This place was completely unfamiliar to her, and it was the enemy base; even if she managed to reach the rest of the building, where would she hide? "You may have a seat here, Mr. Bianchi shall be in shortly," woman A said, breaking her out of her thoughts. Both women had refused to give her their names, explaining it was not in Bianchi's orders and they weren't important enough to be addressed that way. So, woman A and woman B would have to
Sunlight coming in through the window woke Enora, her eyes squinted and fought to open against its harshness. Turning away from it instead, she jumped from fright at the sight of a woman staring at her from across the room. "Ah, Miss, you're awake. Good morning," she greeted. "Um, hello. Where am I?" Enora asked politely, though she had a feeling that she already knew the answer. "At Quercia headquarters of course. The Boss is delighted to have you here as his guest." "I'm sure that psycho is beyond delighted," she said under her breath. "I'm sorry, what was that?" the woman asked. "I said, I'm happy to be here. So, what am I to do now?" "We shall prepare a bath for you and show you the clothes the Boss has chosen for you, so that you may join him for breakfast. Wait here for a minute." Hm, clothes? Looking down at herself, she found ripped and dirty clothing; it looked like she'd been trying to escape them for days, as opposed to twenty minutes. Oh. "Sure." The woman stepped
A struggle could be heard after a second shot went off, and Enora's sleeve was pulled on from behind. "Miss, we have to go. Come on!" They ran towards the end of the street where she said another SUV would pull up at any moment. From the side, a man jumped out at them, grabbing onto Enora while she struggled against him, and the guard stepped in with a right hook to his jaw. "The car is there, run!" The car came to a screeching halt and two out of the four people ran towards her, only to be cut off by more of Bianchi's men. "Oh, come on! How many of these clowns are there?!" she yelled out, looking around for some sort of weapon. A broken umbrella stuck out of one the dumpsters she passed, and she figured it would have to suffice. Swinging it around wildly, she managed to get one on the side of the head and hit his eye. With a scream, he stumbled and gave an opening for a Lotus to get him to the ground and knock him unconscious. They helped her get to the car while dodging swin
Davide slouched against the elevator wall, blowing the bangs out of his eyes and hanging his head. He could admit that Alessandro had been acting a bit out of sorts, and he was quick to shut down others' questions, but this was different. Who would've thought the day would come when he would question his Alpha's sanity? By an odd coincidence, the men he was on his way to retrieve for testing, were waiting when he stepped off the elevator. "Anderson, Marino, and Rojas, perfect, you're up for a promotion in rank. Need you to run the trials first, let's go." "Sure, we can do that, but we were wondering if we could have a word with you first," Rojas said. Davide sighed, "As long as we walk and talk, fine. What's this about?" "The boss," Anderson replied. "We haven't seen him in days, which is odd." "And this isn't the first time either. Too many of us have noticed something is going on and it isn't good," Marino continued. "What are you trying to say here? Questioning our leader?
SUNDAY EVENING, LOTUS HEADQUARTERS Several wolves circled the alpha in the center of the arena, mapping out their steps and timing their attacks. As others lay on the sidelines in exhaustion, Victor moved about in anticipation of attacks with infinite energy; vigor running high. Signaling for three to come forward, he dodged the first with a sidestep, the next with a bob and weave that left her neck open, and the third with a jump forward. Getting around them, he nipped them each in vital take down points, which tapped them out and sent them to do ten laps around the field. "I continue to reiterate the importance of speed. Your power matters once you know your opponent will and can be taken down," Victor stated to the group. Another three charged at him and he waited until the last moment to drop and roll beneath, tripping the second who remained on the ground, open to a bite at the base of their throat. From behind the other two, Victor jumped onto one's back to smash them into t