The group slept in shifts, just because the things outside had not attacked yet it didn’t mean that they wouldn’t. Avery skipped his sleep shift to make sure that Brooks was not left alone. He watched over him diligently throughout the night. He watched the sunrise through the sheer blinds, the creatures ran away into the woods avoiding the sun like it was death itself. Even with them gone he didn’t want to go to sleep. The poor wolf had not stopped shaking. Wren was in worse shape, her skin pigment had faded to a sickly white, the dark veins from her wound were branching out farther and farther. The skin looked like it was decaying, she was dying slowly, piece by piece. Ivy sat on the ground next to her sister. The hunters had offered her Brook’s room to rest but she refused to leave her side, even if she was going to be asleep. Robin however didn’t hesitate to take Avery’s room. Stormy took Brooks’s since Ivy wasn’t going to. He sat
He could feel his senses coming to. He was waking up, he didn’t want to but it was happening anyways. To be fair it was actually Mike that woke him up. His body felt stiff, and slightly sore. He wanted to keep sleeping but there was too much noise. “No! No! No!” Avery could hear Mike repeating and running down the stairs quickly. He had told her not to do that multiple times, she had fallen down them just as many times. He blinked his eyes open slowly. He was prepared for the sunlight to stab his eyes. Thankfully the curtains were still closed so the living room was dimly lit. He hummed lazily and rubbed his eyes to try to wake up. Several people were speaking angrily from the other room. It was probably Roz and Ivy butting heads finally. He had hoped that they could play nice for a few hours without him to buffer for them. Hoping had not really worked for him lately. He grunted and pushed himself up. The weight of Brooks’s arms kept him down. He had not noticed that the wol
The restaurant was filled with people eating their lunch. The dining area was loud, people laughed and spoke with each other over various foods. Avery was the first in the door since he was the only one who actually knew where everything was. He smiled at how well the business was doing even without him and Mike there. He knew he had made a great choice leaving Jerilyn in charge. A family of four walked past them and out the door. The parents smiled at Avery, they were regulars. An elderly couple sat at the first booth arguing over the menu prices. Avery quickly moved to them and showed them the senior menu. That seemed to calm them down. One of the bad things about working with the public was that they had a lot of emotions, emotions a siren could pick up on and feel. He hated feeling their anger and annoyance, it was best to make them happy. He continued moving forward and took the girls to the bar stool area, it was in the middle of the dining hall so it was perfect for them to k
Roz pulled the SUV as far into the driveway as she could. She put the vehicle in park and looked out the window. The sun was shining, it was a beautiful day, she would have usually admired it but the coming events had her thoughts elsewhere. She stepped out of the SUV and looked over the yard. The other vehicles had been moved into the garage. The wolves were all outside moving the pieces of outdoor furniture that lay in the yard. They had decided that if those things were going to attack them they needed a clear area to do it in. Brooks led them to the shack in the backyard so that they could lock it all up out of the way. Avery sat in the passenger seat motionless. His eyebrows were knitted together in deep thought. The pheromones swirling around his office replayed in a constant loop in his mind. He stared at the wolves as they stacked the furniture on top of each other. Just being within eyesight of Brooks made his anxiety start to rise. He had dreaded arriving home, all he had
The group was not very fond of the idea of Avery being outside, especially his sister. They may not have been aware of what Jerilyn was but they were unsure if the arachnes would attack him in broad daylight. Avery kind of hoped that they would so that Jerilyn could see that he was not the one behind them. He was more worried about the things that a piasa was capable of rather than an arachne. He closed the door behind him ignoring the death glare from his sister. He turned to face the perky redhead waiting for him a few steps from the last step of his porch. Her body was not tense and he didn’t sense any negative emotions from her.“I’m not here to fight you, Avery.” She said putting her hands out in a sign of defeat. The siren stood still at the top of the steps waiting for her to continue. “I am sorry for attacking you at the restaurant.” He was inclined not to believe her since she rolled her eyes as if it physically hurt her to say the
Avery couldn’t move much with how fast the manticore was hauling him through the meadow. Despite having the manticore’s spiny tail hostilely bound around him he no longer felt any ache from the puncture in his torso. He mentally kept count of how long he had been dragged and what was around him when the manticore turned. He knew that as long as he followed the bended grass they left behind he could find his way back home and to the safety of the others, but it never hurt to have too much information. The grass around him was growing taller. He couldn’t see anything past the abundant blades. The different shades of greens from the pastures were becoming nothing but a blur to him. Any other time he would have already been wielding his throwing knives and attacking. It was hard to pull them out with the monster’s tail wrapped over it. The blurred greens came to an abrupt halt. He felt the tail slither away from his body and disappear into the tall grass.
When the two arrived back at the house the others were still busy fighting off an army of the arachnes.Roz and Brooks fought back to back at the front of the fight. Brooks slashed low at the arachnes’ legs while Roz swung her silver chains like a mini helicopter. The length of the chain created a small perimeter of safety around them. Avery hadn’t expected to see Brooks and his sister working so closely together. Nobody had noticed the two hunters approaching they were too busy battling amongst the chaos. Rei was on the porch kneeled in front of convulsing Bea. There was a large gash on her leg covering her jeans in blood, even from afar Avery could see the skin around it getting dark and deathly looking. Mike held her still as Rei tried to bandage her. Maja wielded two pieces of the broken porch to keep the arachnes from ambushing them. The other wolves ran back and forth growling deafeningly to intimidate their enemies. The arachnes didn’t hold back from
The group spent the night sleeping in shifts. Avery tried to avoid the glares that the others gave him-mostly Roz-because he spent his time looking after Kit making sure he ate and slept well. He pulled himself away from the others and into his room. He sat on his bed reading, Kit sleeping soundly next to him. It had been so long since Kit had slept in a real bed that he fell asleep almost instantly. Avery insisted in skipping his sleep shift so that Kit could rest some more-Roz wasn’t very happy about that either. He ignored her passive aggressive comments and did what he thought was best. The sun began to shine through the shutters on his window. They had survived another night. Now they just had to survive another day. “Avery.” Roz called to him from his door. She had refused to let him be in his room alone with Kit with the door closed. She made him feel like a twelve year old boy. “I need to talk to you outside.” He rolled his eyes, she didn’t even bother to say “please
His father? He had called Avery his son. The words sent him into a mental vortex. He had assumed that the other siren would be his sibling, but his father. The man in front of him was an unadulterated contrast to his adoptive father, physically and in essence. His dad may have been scary and deadly but not dangerous to him or others who had not hurt an innocent life. He could look at his dad and see the kindness and love in his eyes despite everything he had been through in his life, it was those things that made him as powerful a leader as he was. But his birth father, this siren, didn’t have that aspect to him. His face may have been warm and inviting and eerily like Avery’s, his voice may have had a soothing and calming tone, but his eyes…they were cold and dead. It was like someone took Avery and replaced his eyes with doll’s eyes. The older siren stood there smiling at his son. The smile sent chills and shivers down Avery’s back, the man’s lips had parted, his cheeks lifted, hi