Chapter 46With his cat eyes unsure and speckled with the stirrings of unconsciousness, Ezekiel suddenly reached forward. His hand closed around Brandon’s wrist and lifted it to his lips as he opened his mouth.His canines slowly elongated and Brandon strangled his immediate reaction which was to pull his arm back from the intimidating sight and instead he pressed his arm against the pointed teeth, using the points to help the blood flow out of the cuts he had made with Ezekiel’s claw.A few fat rapid drops fell into Ezekiel’s mouth after that, seeming to get his attention.A growl of pure need.....and satisfaction wound its way up and out of Ezekiel. The sound was like a caress, igniting and stroking Brandon’s own pleasure and confusing him as well.Whoa, I feel like I can’t breathe.Brandon thought to himself, realizing that he was in fact holding his breath in anticipation. His whole being was zeroed in on the feeling of Ezekiel’s breath on his skin, his hot palms grasping him, and
Chapter 47Brandon sat on the bed, and quietly downed an entire bottle of water. He’d been vomiting on and off for hours now. Weakness, nausea, they always came running up right after a huge loss occurred inside of him. It was inevitable that after each outpour of his strange power, he fell severely ill, it was like an emptiness inside of him grew where the power once resided for a short time.Most of the time he prayed for separation from his power. He spent every minute of every day hoping it would leave him in peace....but the sickness that followed was not a pleasant alternative.Unfortunately coupled with the unbelievable hunger, and pain inside of him there was a mountain of things weighting on Brandon’s mind to keep him from wallowing in sorrow.The escape...was a miserable failure that sat like a guilty blot across every one of Brandon’s interaction with Ezekiels family.....even though none of the Guardians treated him unkindly seeing as his actions had almost gotten their sib
*First off thank all of you so much for your time and support and your reads! Please tell me any thoughts you have so far about Brandon and Ezekiel. I would love to hear from you guys. Now lets end this!* Chapter 48 Ezekiel turned around from the wall that he had nearly walked into and began to walk in the opposite direction. He soon came to the other wall in his room and turning he began the whole thing all over again. Pacing. It was a nervous anxious device that people used to elevate the pressure of insecurities. Pacing is something Ezekiel had never done before. To wake up in the early hours of the morning and pace the ground in worry? It was so against his nature to worry. It was also against the nature of a Guardian, a nature that his father had trained into him from the moment he was old enough to hold a blade. To protect his Clan and those that he cared for. His father had always taught him to be composed and filled with surety, but still he found himself bothered endlessly
Are you deranged like me?Are you insane like me?Do you call yourself a fuc-king hurricane like me?-GASOLINEThe Guardians didn't return for days. Following the dispatch of the beasts that had nearly killed them all, for now Brandon had been left alone as Ezekiel and his Brothers went out to hunt.It had been two days since then. Plenty of time to plan an escape. Plenty of hours to scheme on how Brandon would get away from Glen and out of the Pine Forests that surrounded the Leopards home Land's, but to risk an escape was to risk something Brandon just couldn't let himself accept.It wasn't any care that he had for Mantilo's rules, or of the Clan Heads retribution should Brandon be caught that kept him from making a move.It was only the torture of those two days that held him captive. Two days that Brandon spent in imposed isolation, locked in the bedroom, denying all the food that Glen tried to give him....because during that time all he could think of...all the flame inside of hi
Chapter 2Shoe-less and long traveled, with eyes and teeth just this side of beastly, he took one look at Brandon sighed and leaned against the frame of the doorway."So How is it...?" The Guardian began to ask him, his eyes, slit and feral, traveled across Brandon's face. "That I'm the one who's been out in the wilderness, hunting and eating thin air. While you...You look like you're the one who's about to fall over from starvation?" A clawed fingertip reached out and gently brushed a string of hair back from Brandons right ear sending a ridiculous ripple of awareness straight to his spine.The act of leaning on the door frame brought him nearly face to face with Brandon so that the ever present scent of pine that clung to him was easy to catch as well as the smell of soil and sweat. The rumble of his voice....the slight hiss that tried to undercut his words....even the grace of his eyes....Brandon was instantly caught up in it all, like a shot of sugar to his system, a wealth of rel
Chapter 3Unexpectedly the kitchen was already occupied when Brandon and Ezekiel came into it. Lander, Nate and Walter stood in the middle of the dining room. Half eaten breakfasts consisting of scrambled eggs and toast called to Brandon as he made his way into the room on Ezekiels heels.With his eyes only for the stove Brandon didn't exactly notice anything amiss until he and Ezekiel had both pilled on fresh eggs, crispy bacon and more bacon onto their plates and taken seats at the counter-top. Brandon took a moment to glance at the brothers.They were all gathered with their tall backs turned away as they all looked at something Brandon guessed was extremely compelling.With Nate standing just a few feet in front of his other brothers. All of the brothers looked, fresh from the hunt. And much like Ezekiel, they carried a restless, frustrated air that circulated just beneath the calm and playful expressions on the three brother's faces. The buzzing live wire nature of predators read
Chapter 4"Whoa! Ummm, Brandon...?" Nate suddenly interjected as the heavy silence persisted after his hastily blurted question. The wolf smirked and shook his head pointing a thumb at his elder brother. "Bad move. Walter NEVER talks about his abilities. Like NEVER! And the less you know about them the better!""O...oh..." Brandon muttered somewhat deflated and confused.But...to everyone's surprise Walter did start talking at that exact moment."Calm down Nate. He did not know." Walter cut in, his voice like cold honey dripping slow measured and cool to the ear.The larger brother frowned, his brown eyes glancing over to Brandon making the man sit up straighter in attention as if his gaze demanded such a thing from Brandon."I will answer you. Truly It is not my favorite subject to speak on, but since everyone else is being so....open...." Walter rumbled, silencing Nate who started to object and receiving surprised glances from both Lander and Ezekiel as the statuesque brother spoke
GODDAMIT!!! STOP SHOUTING THIS INSTANT!!" Mantilo bellowed as he suddenly appeared in the kitchens doorway. The moment his eyes rested on the scene unfurling in the room he let out a hair razing snarl of disapproval. "YOU WILL RELEASE EACH OTHER....RIGHT NOW!!"The authority....and the danger in that tone barely managed to make the rage dissipate. Instead Ezekiel almost made the mistake of turning to his father and roaring back at him.The only thing that stopped him was Brandon suddenly standing next to him, with Nate. Nate didn't speak he simply put a strong restraining hand on Ezekiel's shoulder. Brandon reached out and gripped his wrist, grabbed and his shirt squeezing it slightly. A small fist hitting Ezekiel on his chest."Ezekiel! Look at me. Calm down!" he called as he captured Ezekiel's gaze. The feeling of warm leather was all that registered from his touch but his voice was somehow calming to his senses. Nates touch helped him as well. It all washed past the anger, thier