Who's it gonna be, River???
River Colden “Good job, Neo! Just keep your leg muscles tight and don’t forget to turn your body to the angle you want to stop in!” I reminded Neo who was gliding perfectly on the ice. “Yes! Just like that! Amazing job!” I shouted at him before clapping and he smiled widely at me. “Thank you, daddy!” He shouted back at me as he waved his hockey stick. He’s been training for a while now. Sometimes I wonder if he really wants to join a real hockey team at how determined he is to learn, but I don’t ask because right now I just like spending time with him doing what he loves. Making up for lost time is all that matters. “That was really good, son. You’ll be a pro in no time.” I complimented him as we took off our ice skates together. It was nearing dinnertime and Keira had set a strict schedule for the times we spent together. He has to be back at the castle two hours before dinner so he can have time to shower and rest. At first, she would join us as I was sure she was nervous for
It’s hard to describe the type of relationship River and I have with each other. Sometimes I even wonder if it is possible to describe it in the first place.We have a son together, but we’re not really considered a ‘family’. We’re parents, but we’re not in a relationship. It’s a very complicated conundrum that I hate thinking about, but once in a while, when River turns to me with that stupid gorgeous smile on his stupid gorgeous face, I can’t help but think – what if we were… more?More in each other’s lives, not just in our son’s. More close with one another, and not just awkwardly conversing from time to time. More in love, and not just two confused adults with very confusing feelings.I hear
The thing about second chances is that you never know you believe in it or you tell yourself that you don’t, but sometimes life happens and you find yourself debating whether or not it’s the right choice to give another chance or you’re just setting yourself up for another heartbreak. The worst part is thinking that it might even be more painful than the last and I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive that if it happens again. “I can still hear someone’s breathing!” I shouted in the middle of the woods and the wolves around me stiffened. Fifteen giant beasts surrounded me, one who wasn’t shifted, yet it was obvious that they still held a sense of fear. That was how training with me usually went. I loved the feeling of control and power amongst my peers. I walked over to the left side as I followed the sound of a constrained breathing until I reached a white and brown wolf that looked like he was going to pass out any second from now. “Cris,” I said as I looked him in the eye. I p
Titus Bane“Alpha! We’ve finished setting up the new schedule for patrols around the edge of the border.” Egan said as he ran up to follow me.It was seven in the morning and I was just finishing up my usual run. Phoenix was still pretty active and I could feel his energy running through my veins meaning I could still go for another hour, but today, I had something else to do. Something I’d been waiting for a couple of days now and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little too excited than usual.In a few hours, I would be flying off to Norway with Trinity. I didn’t think I’d be seeing her so soon, though soon was a rather vague word since it’s been almost three months since I last saw her yet it also felt like a lifetime since then
Christmas is just as, or even more, grand in the White Castle as it was before. Decorations ranging from Christmas lights hung and lit up, a wreath on all doors, stockings of different colors and names, mini trees per room, poinsettias in full bloom, candles, mistletoes, nutcrackers, you name it. The White Castle looked like Santa had thrown up all over it. Safe to say, Neo was absolutely ecstatic. Back in Arizona, we celebrated Christmas, too, but definitely not as extravagant as this. We just had a small Christmas tree and a few gifts. So to him, this was a magical experience. I think another reason for his over the moon excitement was also the fact that his best friend, Trinity, was arriving soon. “Knock, knock.” I let my presence known before opening the door to Neo’s room. “Oh, wow.” I said, surprised, as I stared at the colorful banner which had ‘Welcome, Trinity’ written on it with crayons. Zane and Skye were holding it on each side as Neo looked at it and gave them ord
“Get him! Get him!” The usually tamed and serious training grounds have wolves screaming left and right with unrestrained cheers.“Ahhhh!” Another wild uproar of frustrated and entertained screams. “Holy shit,” someone behind me half whispered half shouted like he’s never seen anything so unbelievable yet so hard to look away from. Which is, to be fair, pretty much true, because right in front of us are two Alphas fighting like there’s no tomorrow, fighting like whoever gets out of this battle ground gets bragging rights forever, fighting like there was no way in hell their male egos would let them lose. Titus managed to bite the right side of River’s neck, making River let out a loud whimper, but he quickly regained his composure and with a lot of force, rams Titus on a huge tree trunk. “Shit!” The White Howlers–and me–are on the edge of our seats. I want to put an end to this, but at the same time, I want to see who will win. Is that bad? I mean, it’s not like I told them to f
Everything about this morning is peaceful yet also filled with energy. Everyone was by the frozen lake at seven in the morning, just after the morning run, and were all admiring the scenic view. Aside from Neo and Tri who were already frolicking on the ice as River and Titus watched carefully like the protective dad and older brother they were. The snow is white and clean, the lake is dazzling under the sun, and the weather was not too cold. That is, compared to the usual, but for Tri and Titus there wasn’t much of a difference as they still wore more layers. “Hear me out,” Skye says as he turns to me with a smirk. Sometimes I have this millisecond in my head where I blink and instead of seeing the eighteen year old Skye, it’s the little boy that I used to bake cookies with. White hair, blue eyes, and a bunny tooth smile. Now he’s taller, broader, and has a lot more hair on his brows and head, that were obviously black as black could be, making his light blue eyes pop from his
“So… How have you been doing? Titus asked, his eyes focused on me and only me, and I felt like I was getting sucked into them as each second passed. “Have they been treating you okay?” He added and somehow I could tell he was ready to release Hell on Earth depending on what I was going to say.It was two in the afternoon in the castle; specifically in Neo’s bedroom. After an eventful morning of playing around the frozen lake with snow arts and fights, we all had a big breakfast, walked around the territory a little as Neo toured Tri and I with Titus–while River stayed very close–and after eating risengrynsgrøt (hot rice pudding served with sugar, cinnamon, and butter) which is a traditional meal for ‘Little Christmas Eve’ around here, Neo and Tri were completely dog-tired and they were knocked out in the tree house in l