With the smell of disinfectant and James’ stale cigars wrapped around her head like a plastic bag stifling her of all the fresh air that exists, Mory gasped short, shallow breaths as she stumbled through the hall.
Stopping at the bathroom door, Mory looked up and down both sides of the hall and bounced quickly as she tried to decide what to do. “You have to go to the bathroom sometime. Just get it over with.”
The soft flannel of Haldir's sheets tickled her knees as Mory crawled across the bed. As Haldir put more wood in the stove, Mory rested her cheek on her arm and watched as the firelight lit up his face. The warm, smoky scent made Mory close her eyes and think back to the days on bonfires with her friends in high school.Pulling the blanket up to her chin, Mory took a deep breath of Haldir and opened her eyes again. "I'm sorry about all that earlier. I told you I'm a whole lot of crazy."
The bright morning sun burned into Mory’s eyes as it reflected off the snow outside the window. “For the love of God. I’m buying you new curtains for this damn place.”Pulling her back against his lap, Haldir rubbed himself into her ass. “Don’t bother, were not staying here any longer anyway. I stayed up most of the night thinking about it, and I’m taking you somewhere beautiful tomorrow.”As she tried her best to shield herself from the blinding light with her pillow, Mor
“One and two and three and four…” counted Percy quickly as the sweat dripped off of him. The smell of alcohol swabs and burned hair wafted through the room and the whooshing sound of the ambu bag kept rhythm with Percy’s grunts as Neville squeezed it and breathed another worthless breath into the dead body. While Mory looked at James and waited for the next command, she shook her head and tried to breathe her way through the sick feeling in her gut. The light around his face glowed an eerie mauve as Mory watched James while he called out the next order. “This is fucking pointless, but let’s try another amp of epi.”
The fresh layer of snow crunched under the treads of his boots as Haldir stepped out of the mist behind the Inn where he first held Morana in his arms barely a week ago. He smiled to himself as he remembered them standing beneath the starry sky and full moon in that very spot and how she shyly turned away from him as his cheek brushed hers. Walking from the back of the wood log building, Haldir glanced over to the hospital. He knew she was probably still elbow deep in whoever the poor soul was she was fighting for right now, but just seeing the place she worked made him feel close to her.
While the people from town gathered outside the horror of a crime scene at the hospital entrance, they gasped in sympathy as a blood soaked Haldir walked outside the automatic doors. They made a path between them as he passed through and offered up their respectful silence to the heartbroken old man.For more than the sum of all their lifetimes, Haldir has been there protecting them from every evil with the gifts the gods gave him. But when it came to his own mate, he was powerless to stop it and the irony of it all was not lost on him.
“Can I leave him a note? He’s probably worried sick.”Michael crossed his arms as he considered Haldir’s simple home. It was clean and warm and a stark difference from the hovel he once resided in the last Michael came to that frigid island. Looking at the empty alcohol bottles that lined the kitchen counter, Michael smirked to himself and shook his head at how little Haldir had changed over the years. “Yes, of course. I’m sure he’ll be in quite a state otherwise. Just tell him to come see me when he is through so I can explain.”
As the Riders of the Darke Kingdom waited for orders at the stables in the early morning hours on that frigid day, Teddy adjusted the brown leather saddle on his horse. His curly, dark hair blew around as the winter wind whipped through the building and sent a shiver down his back that swept him back to the bitter days of his youth. It had been two years now since he'd seen Haldir, and he was never far from Teddy's thoughts.
As the soldiers killed what was left of the creatures that attacked the Lycan refugees, Mory looked to the hollowed-out tree she hid the children in and waved her hand to them. "You can come on out now kids. It's all over. The cavalry's here." Mory held her hand out to Sharon's little girl and helped her out then waved her brother through. "Alright. You go straight to your Mom now."