He didn't want to believe it at first, but the feeling was unmistakable. Even his mother felt the change in the air in their home. He stared at the chair Jenkins always sat in, now vacant with his indentations deeply engraved into the leather. Lymeria had searched high and low of their home for a note, a letter or anything in regards to what the old man had been thinking yet nothing turned up. Amira had yet to wake up from his bed that morning, and even though this was urgent, he couldn't bring himself to wake her after going through what they did the night before.
Lymeria walked back into the living room from the hallway with her cell phone in her hand, "Janice isn't answering either." She ran her fingers through her hair frantically, "Okay. Okay, maybe he decided that after all these years he wanted to shift and go for a run. Nothing wrong with that, right?" She asked as she started to pace the room.
"Yeah." He said, but he felt it deep down what re
It was instant. The bond shattering like glass. Though it had been faint for years, the link between father and son never faded a single bit. His breath caught in his throat and his heart thundered in his ears. It was only for a second before his heart settled back to an steady rhythm once more and he was able to breathe normally again. He glanced around the hallway, grateful that no eyes were directed his way while he adjusted his tie and continued forward.Now there were two."Alpha Godfried." A sweet voice caught his ears from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to peer back and find Jade, the Dark Witch that had accompanied him for years running up to him with an excited smile on her red deviled lips. His eyes swept over her as she approached him, taking in her tight black lacey skirt that exposed her snow white skin and a blood red corset that pushed up her petite breasts. She was delightful to look at, easy on the eyes, bu
Performing Jenkins' funeral was out of the norm for Amira. As someone that was not accustom to Supernatural traditions, she felt out of place while Aiden buried his grandfather deeper in the forest. Even with Leyla accompanying her, she felt even more out of place than she did originally. The only thing she knew for certain between their worlds: death was the same for everyone.Amira side glanced Aiden as he stabbed the shovel into the ground and leaned on it slightly. His hands dirty from the soil and grass were lightly trembling. She followed up from there to his broad shoulders as he caught his breath. He wore his usual black t-shirt, even with the change of the seasons, the slight drop in temperature hadn't effected his attire. As her eyes reached his face, the sunset outlined his chiseled features, but she couldn't mistake the darkness within those eyes of his.She stepped toward him and rested a hand on his back. She felt the tension in his musc
There was something about this Amira girl that Willow couldn't help relating to. Perhaps it was the relation to the Supernatural world, or that their partners had Supernatural capabilites. Maybe it was something in regards to their pasts. Even with different upbringings, Willow felt the sorrow that was contained deep within Amira's heart. She knew what that feeling was, but it was of a different scenario that caused hers. Abuse. Neglect. Suicidal thoughts. Death. Whatever it was, there was a connection between them that was on a whole other level compared to her own bond with Dante."I couldn't bring myself to move her. I don't know if I even could." Amira told her, breaking through her thoughts. Willow side eyed the white haired woman before shifting her gaze ahead. The autumn leaves drifted gracefully to the forest floor and crunched beneath their boots. Willow took in a breath of the nature that surrounded her. Rich soil at her feet. The light breeze ruffled th
Grief and sadness was not his favorite companions. Losing Jenkins tore his heart apart. The very man that taught him his first oil change. The very Wolf that taught him to enjoy his freedom as a beast. When they were exiled and he took them in, he learned that family was not always about blood. Jenkins became the father figure he needed in his life when his own disowned him entirely.The sky darkened to a depressing grey, a chilly breeze stirring the leaves above him as he made his walk through the forest along Darlow. Ever since the Light Witch, Willow received Janice's powers, she had fallen into a comatose like state. Dante, the first Vampire, didn't appear at all alarmed by this. The bond they shared must be reassuring enough to know that this was only going to be temporary. While he dealt with her, Jax who had overseen everything with them remained quiet. Aiden only hoped that his perspective on the Supernatural would change for the better, but the outcomes w
Aiden shielded Amira while she dressed behind him while he faced off with Conner and Winston. It wasn't what he had expected to see in the middle of the forest, but he couldn't deny that he was relieved to see them after all these years. As the thunder softly rolled on over them, Winston stopped with his nose to the air. Aiden's body instinctively stood as close as he could to Amira when his eyes caught sight of the Mark on his neck."You're Mated." He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes glanced over to Connor where he noticed another Mark on his neck, "You too. That's great, but furthermore, what are you two doing here?" He asked when he felt Amira's hand on his bare back. He peered over his shoulder to see her fully clothed again with mud still caked on neck and face."We came here to seek your help." Winston rested an arm around Connor's shoulders and held him close. It was rare for Mates to be of the same sex, but it wasn't abn
Soft giggling drew his attention over his paperwork to the little girl in front of his desk. Her black and blonde hair in pigtails and her green and red eyes sparkled with glee. He raised a brow at the child before lowering his gaze down to his papers again. The giggling only intensified. He rested the paper down on his desk, leaning forward on his elbows to intimidate the child. She only giggled more."You have a strong will, Myra." He said as he leaned back in his chair and waved her around. She jumped up before she dashed around to hop on his lap, "Surely you'd have more fun with your toys rather than me.""I wanna play with daddy." She grumbled as she puffed out her cheeks. He couldn't control the corners of his lips twitching. He sighed as he got up from his chair while holding her in his arms as he stood in front of the large window that looked out over the training yard. He watched as Damion paced along a line of fresh recruits, his voice echoi
She picked up the third Grimoire, blowing the dust off of it and ran her fingers over the intricate leather bound cover. She sat cross-legged amidst the pile upon piles of books Janice left behind. With each slow turn of a page, time flew on by, but she hadn't been able to get any answers that she hoped for. Amira let out a breath as she casted her gaze over to the mystery book she had yet to crack open since she had received it some time ago. She still didn't quite understand the significance behind it, but she hoped Willow did. Whenever she woke up again."This is going to take me ages." She blew her hair from her face, "Grimoires are spellbooks." She snapped the book shut, "I need a book on the actual history of... anything at this point." She set the book aside for now and brushed the dust off of her knees."Having a hard time?" Aiden's voice surprised you from the gated entrance. He leaned against the metal frame, his hands in his pockets and his
The chill in the air caressed her cheeks and kissed her nose. Her eyes fluttered open and took in the change in scenery. She had grown used to her mind being thrown around from place to place, yet right now her mind felt even more drained than it normally did while she experienced a vision. It could be for the fact she had just awoken after being in a comatose like state for some time, or maybe there was another reason all together. She cast her gaze around to the desolate trees that surrounded her. She could have mistaken it as the forest she had visited to see Hecate, but there was no lush greenery to fill her sights or the coiling of a snake around her feet. This place felt more isolated with the barren trees with not a shred of life to them. The ground dulled down with brown grass and cracked dirt patches like the area hadn't seen rain for weeks. She turned her attention to the left and to the right. There wasn't a single life form within the vicinity. No squirrels. No birds. Not