Hector The first time my heart had beat off sync was years ago when my father had backhanded me hard across the face. We’d been camping out between the mountain land trees for a good minute when the white fur of a rabbit scuttled past and I caught a whiff of its earthy scent.“There's your cue boy, Go!” He thundered, the massive jaws of his wolf had already begun to water a little on the sides and I took off my hind legs connecting with the bramble-covered rocks like there was lightning at my heels.I could hear the earth moving behind me as I wound through crooked trees that seemed to bend back on their black-spotted tree barks to get out of my way as I pounced at the rabbit in a split second.“Yes! Yes! Now, the way I taught you! Get the neck first!” The granite in my father's baritone had notes of silvery glee laced through it as I trapped the rabbit between my large paws.”Go on! Snap the neck with your teeth! Like i shown you!” He bellowed when he saw me hesitate.It was the wh
Nola ReynoldsThere was something big happening outside. There had to have been. It was the second time I was hearing someone scream followed by the noise of footfalls receding.I was still sitting with my legs tucked in under me, watching the mouth of the dresser, my good hand angled to strike should that thing pop out when the first of the wind filtered through the open window and the bright bulb of a ghastly idea hit me like a freight train.“Shit, fuck this.” I croaked, tentatively placing my socked feet on the cool stone of the cave room before zapping across the threshold like the floor was lava, turning back again to look at the dresser.I was almost certain the tension that wired my body straight would have been enough to light up the whole of Illinois because I was wound tighter than a cobra ready to strike.Had the jewel box always been pushed to the forefront of the dresser like that? I could have sworn something was different, but I didn't have time to think about it.If
Hector“Your highness!” The council monotoned, the scrape of chairs on wood filling the room as they stood to bow and welcome me.I nodded briefly to the changelings and they sat, the green-eyed imp beside my high seat shooting out a leg to trip me and yelping when I stepped on it.Kalden grinned freakishly when I sat down with a high, and I couldn't help the bright smile that crossed my face on seeing the tree trunk of a man.“All that fresh puss has you looking good your highness.” Kalden mocked under his breath so that only I could hear as the councilmen murmured around us.The razor lines of my best friend's eyes curved with evil delight when I scrunched up my nose in disgust and he covered the snicker he'd been holding in with the back of one clawed hand.“Shut up Kalden, I can tell you've been saving that one for ages.” I grumbled, laughing lightly as the palace maiden poured us red wine, blushing a bright pink, save for the porcelain button of her nose.The man shook his thick
Nola“We're friends snow white. Aren't we now Johhny?” The taller one mused and I knew immediately that they were everything but friends.“Why yes! We only want to play. Will you play with us, Snow White?” The orange-haired man cackled and a bolt of fear zapped my heart off rhythm.Rogue wolves. I knew what they were now. I’d known of them the way pups knew of the boogeymen in their night terrors.“Get away from me.” I stammered, taking a step back as they hulked closer to me and swearing loudly when my feet squelched audibly into the mud bog and I pulled it out without so much as a glance back.“Oh, this one has a dirty mouth! Not all white are ya now?” The tall bushy looking man snorted, his bug eyes fixing in the crevice between my legs as he licked the thin line of his blackened lips, to my horror. The ugly shine of a dirty silver tooth glinting in the dark hole he used as a mouth.“We've seen you ya know. Up in yer little tower.” Orange-head johnny sneered, slapping me on the arm
Nola Reynolds.I cranked my eyes open when the bog remained silent and the weighty bulk of the paw on my neck went limp.A hot jet of blood sprayed in my eye and wordlessly open mouth as the massive triangle of the orange head slid smoothly off the werewolf’s neck, bouncing hard on my midriff before tumbling to a dusty heap by the side.“Oh my god! Hector!” I managed to choke out, my eyes widening to bright green bulbs in their sockets as I whimpered even more when the Lycans stone cold face reared above me where the orange-head’s body had once been.“W-what are you doing here? You left! We, we watched you leave for the mountain city!” Eddie screeched, his big wolf head shaking from side to side before he dragged me to him, quick as lightning, the long, single claw of his paw pressing into my neck painfully.“Edmond. Release the girl.” Hector growled quietly as I tried not to breathe, eyeing the blood streaked hook of the claw as he towered over our frames, so close I could graze the
Nola Reynolds“What am I to do with you, Nola?” The Werewolf Lycan whispered, his almond-shaped eyes were sad and downturned when I managed to uncross my eyes and focus them on his.My head burned where his hand cradled it and I felt the muscles of my eyes sag as the dark called me again, this time I let it take me, hearing my mother’s singing from somewhere in the distance.#Ugh! Where was I? Tiny sparks went through my shuttered eyelids as I tried to keep them shut before a needly voice suddenly interrupted.“Nola? Nola. I know you're awake.”I bit down on the jolt of surprise that sizzled through me. It was a stranger’s voice, one I only vaguely recognized. There was a face squeezed in above me when I fluttered a tea bag of eyelid open, seeing the malevolent glint of pearly white teeth inches from said eyes before I focused on the handsome face of a green-eyed man.There were crow-feet smile lines around the almond-shaped eyes that had fixated unnervingly on me before someone off t
Nola ReynoldsI looked the tall grinning woman over with one swollen eye as she bustled about the cave room, arranging shit that was much better left on its own.“What was it you said you saw now?” Ma Jules drawled, arching the jagged tufts of one severe black eyebrow at me.“A room in the walls, and-and a creature that copied Dennis’ face, a mimic, or it could have been Dennis the whole time!” I whispered fiercely, encouraged when the coffee-colored woman turned to me sharply, the red threads appearing in the whites of her eyes.“Does this have anything to do with the attention she's been getting from the Lycan?” Ma Jules muttered, cutting baleful midnight-black eyes at me.“What?” I barked out a strangled laugh. Either little miss was on street codeine or her witch prescriptions were off. She tilted her head to the side at my rebuff, giving me a knowing look when she didn't know shit.“What do you mean? You think I'm making this shit up because I'm jealous of some girl with Stockhol
Hector BayesI took a moment to breathe deeply as the servants murmured among themselves, my gaze choosing to settle on the cobalt orange of Edna’s hair before dropping to her surprisingly steady gaze.“You,” I grunted, nodding at the smirking woman when she pointed a shaky index to her purple and white-chromed frock.“Rundown,” I deadpanned, crossing unsteady fingers over the width of my chest.“Heard the lot of them running up Your Highness, sounded like a whole camp, quiet too, organized if you ask me, sir, these ain't no spring chickens,” Edna reported, fisting the linen of her frock between her fingers as she finished off her rap and a deep shudder went through the crowd.Rogues? What a fucking joke. Who were they after? It certainly couldn’t be me, not unless they were new.I heard the girl inhale a sharp frenzied breath behind me, and i turned to look as she slowly made her way over to stand before me.“The girls, they’re after the girls,” Nola croaked, gripping her head like s