Willow's head was still spinning from the night before as she walked to work. Her grandmother had offered her the car again, but Willow had too much energy flowing through her. She couldn't keep the smile from her face, even as the rain began to fall. The streets were quiet, the tourists still sleeping off the night before. Willow's heart was soaring, and she knew it was only a matter of time before it came crashing back to reality, but she didn't let that dampen her mood. When she walked into her store, she remembered that she hadn't cleaned up last night in her rush to see Garin. With a groan, she trudged back to the utility closet for the cleaning supplies. She flipped on the radio as she wiped down the tables, singing softly along, the strong scent of the lemon cleaner filling her nose. Mopping the floor, she noticed a curious set of footprints on the wooden planks. They lead to her office. She placed her boots next to the print on the floor. They were much larger than hers.
Garin was busy grading terms papers. There were only a few weeks left before the end of the semester and it showed in his students' papers. He groaned as he found another plagiarized essay. It appeared as if one student wrote at least five papers. He took a long swig of the amber whiskey at his elbow, the ice cubes clinking gently. He couldn't stay focused. He kept thinking about Willow's kiss last night. She kissed him desperately. He didn't know why, but it felt like not only their first but also like she was trying to tell him goodbye. Maybe he was reading too much into it. He kneaded the back of his neck and looked at his watch. He had been grading for over three hours. Time for a break. Stretching he stood and wandered downstairs, hoping that there were leftovers in the fridge and no family members anywhere. His hopes were dashed when he saw them sitting at the dining room table, speaking in hushed tones. When they saw him, they went silent. Everyone left except his father.
"What do you mean the truth? She was in a car accident," Willow said, confused. "Drink," her grandmother said nodding towards Willow's mug. Willow took a small sip of the tart, spicy drink. Willow had never seen her looking so lost for words or uncomfortable. Loriann was staring down at her hands, which were just now beginning to hint at her age. "Your mother wasn't killed by a drunk driver. She was murdered by a hunter. A member of the Red Hoods actually. They claim they don't know who it was, but I never believed them." Willow gasped, her hands covering her mouth. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. Her grandmother shook her head once, her eyes surprisingly dry. Her tears for her daughter had run dry many years ago, she had nothing left. "I didn't know how to explain to a five-year-old why her parents never came home," "Parents? But I thought my father passed before I was born?" Willow felt adrift. What was happening? How did she not remember her father? "No, he died at
Garin was feeling strange after reading the history of the Red Hoods. While it was compelling, much of it just felt…wrong. They painted shifters in such a brutal, fierce light which he had never seen in Willow. She was gentle and kind, not the bloodthirsty, baby-eating beasts that were described therein. He knew some of it had to be true. Certain events that lined up neatly with actual historical happenings, such as their origins dating back to around the same period as when the Vikings were rumored to first trade here. His scholarly mind was fascinated at how the shifters fit into the tapestry of history. It should scare him, the things he read. He should at least be freaked out enough to never want to see Willow again, which he was sure was his father's intention, instead, he wanted to know more. He couldn't picture her as a snarling monster. There was definitely something wild about her, but he didn't think that meant the same thing as what the hunters believed. He would ask h
Garin stormed away, his head spinning. Fiancé? She had said he was just a family friend. The poisonous thoughts swirled through his mind as he pushed his way through the crowd. Willow's cart was only a few feet ahead of him. He could confront her here, make her tell him what the hell was going on. He couldn't do that to her though and he just wasn't that guy to cause a scene. He watched her serving cider to the crowd, a genuine smile on her face. He felt a pang of sorrow shoot through him. She looked so beautiful, her face red from the cold nip in the air. He wasn't sure if he completely believed Lyall. He didn't like the look of that guy and it didn't make sense that Willow would lie about him. Then again, he barely knew her. Her eyes met his over the heads of the crowd in line. A smile immediately stretched across her lips before she dampened it down. He looked at her sadly. It could have been something, he thought as he looked at her. She waved and he turned, but not before he s
Garin stood at the back of the crowd, watching his family's ridiculous display, marching in their cloaks as if they were some specters haunting the streets of Victorian England. He scoffed. He wanted to go home but the road was blocked. He hoped the parade would be over soon. He was going to pack and head back to school tonight. He didn't care what time. He already knew that there was going to be an argument tonight since he hadn't met up with his parents. The crowd began to thin, and he saw his chance. He pushed off of the building he was leaning against but saw that his way was blocked again by people, cheerily talking. He resented them immensely. He would have to cut through the wooded park to get to his car if he even wanted to leave today. He looked back over his shoulder once at Willow's cart, but it was dark now, the large window locked. The streetlights provided some guidance as he weaved around the playground towards the walking path that would lead to his car. It was eeri
Willow looked desperately around for Garin but couldn't find him anywhere. She didn't think that he had marched with his family, but who knew. She hadn't counted, instead getting out of there as quickly as she could have. A howl sounded. She knew it was Lyall. She looked overhead at the full moon. He would be unstable tonight. He shouldn't be so close to town. He could shift at any time, hurting an innocent bystander. He knew better and yet…here he was. Flaunting their laws. The Red Hoods had made their message clear. She knew that they could hear the howls as well. They would be on guard tonight, possibly even actively hunting. How did everything become such a giant mess? She was frustrated with the entire situation and angry. Angry at them. At Lyall. At herself. At the stupid laws of her kind. She aggressively pushed her way to her car, not caring about being polite. The tourists were so deep in their cups they probably didn't notice. "Crap," she said as she looked down at Lyal
"Goodbye, ladies!" Loriann called as she locked the door to the soup kitchen behind her. They had an incredibly successful night and raised enough money to send the sixth grade on their field trip to the Smithsonian in the spring. She pulled her sweater tighter around her frame, smaller than it used to be she noted. Her health wasn't ailing but she was feeling the inevitable tug towards her golden years. She turned the ignition of the old truck, waiting for it to heat up before she drove home. She heard the howls and frowned. They were closer to town than they should be. She had heard rumors of what the Brochades had down at the parade. Tonight, was not the night for Lyall being an idiot. A weird sensation swept her body, every piece of her tingling. Her heart began to race in anticipation as if she were falling in love. It pounded harder and harder. She felt as if she had been running for miles. The moon grew brighter, blocking out everything else except for the pure white light