To my right, Hakeem flashed me a curious look, which I returned with a devious grin. Oliver clasped his hands together and rested them on the surface of the table. He looked almost regal in that suit of his, broad shouldered and hair speckled with grey. Nox embodied the youth his father no longer h
Hakeem visibly stiffened, and while I was overjoyed that I managed to coax an actual reaction from him, I needed to keep my game face on. He and Oliver weren’t the only ones surprised, though. The entire table was gawking at me. Nox included, though his look of surprise had a harsh edge to it that I
This couldn’t be real. In no reality would Oliver ever do me any favors. Either he was out of his mind, or I’d been knocked out and thrown into some other world. Besides, there was something that didn’t quite add up. “Is he not at my old house?” I asked him. He and my mother had bought their house
Technically, it wasn’t a lie. As I anticipated, Hakeem caught the keys with ease and started the engine by pressing a button on the remote. It took some serious effort not to gawk. When the hell did cars get that feature? I slid into the seat, my stomach doing backflips. I’d put off seeing my fath
Gravel crunched beneath the weight of the tires as we pulled onto an unpaved road. There was no sign indicating this was even a viable route, but the GPS on the car’s screen seemed adamant we turn down it. A vast expanse of silence formed between Hakeem and I. Given his naturally quiet and observan
His golden blonde hair, which I’d always been envious of, was braided down his back. “Your father was a warrior.” Hakeem stated in that calm, soothing voice of his. It wasn’t a question, but one of his many observations. I didn’t look away from my father as I replied. “One of the best.” Hakeem c
While my mind recognized my father and the love he had for me, my body had long been conditioned to avoid all forms of physical contact. “You’re alive and you’re here.” He exhaled, his massive chest heaving with each breath. He let out a warm chuckle that shook his beard as he said, “…and you’re bl
It was still scalding when Hakeem and I dug in. “So, Hakeem. I’d like to hear your story now, if you don’t mind. It’s not often that I’m curious, but your situation is unique to say the least.” While I inhaled the stew my father made, Hakeem recounted the last week at the Lycan camp’s and how I’d