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The warehouse doors rattled as they were pushed open by Rosita. Raphael didn’t miss the flash of her knife as she quickly hid it in her pocket. He didn’t blame Fritz’s sub-pack for being on high alert after the attack from that lone wolf that Fritz had killed, ‘’it’s you again,’’ the pink-haired woman observed. She pulled down the bandana hiding her mouth and nose.
‘’Hi,’’ Raphael said, hands in pockets. He clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling his heart pound. He hadn’t seen Fritz in over a week and just the thought of being around his mate made his blood pressure spike, ‘’is Fritz in?’’
‘’You just missed him.’’
Raphael’s heart sank. He hesitated, ‘’how just?’’
‘’You won’t catch up to him,’’ Rosita said apologetically. She liked Raphael and she was getting tire
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The Last Building on Bay Street Midnight Snacking, Falling in Love and Other Weaknesses
Ellie’s fists hit the punching bag in the gym of the condo building. It was sleek and well furnished but not often used by the rich inhabitants of the building. Alex was sitting on the running machine, backwards, drinking a milkshake and watching Ellie. She grunted with each hit, imagining hitting Tatiana’s smug face. As soon as she told Jed about the challenge from Tatiana’s pack, Ellie had called a pack meeting. Asking her wolves to fight with her was just a formality – they were a pack, a family. They’d fight for each other no matter the odds. Though it didn’t look like Alex was doing any training whatsoever. Ellie decided not to say anything – he was straight out of military school. He probably had better training than her.The doors opened and Ellie stepped back from the bag, wiping her chin with her gloved hand. Gideon strolled in, immaculately dressed, hands in pockets. He hadn’t come to the meeting and Ellie had to chase
The Last Building on Bay Street The Third Full Moon
‘’No talking, no distracting each other,’’ Jed walked down the rows of desks at the community college, giving out lined paper, ‘’you have forty minutes, starting,’’ he glanced at his wrist-watch, ‘’now.’’The sound of paper rustling and pens clicking filled the room. Jed leaned against the back wall, watching the students read the essay question. Some went into writing straight away and Jed mentally shook his head. His eyes drifted automatically to Art, by the window, next to Buster’s empty seat. He’d given in the promised essay and it had been brilliant. Now Jed wanted to see if he could pull it off in an exam. Art had a bright mind that had taken some digging to bring into the light and Jed didn’t want him to waste it. He found himself strolling down the rows of desks, glancing at students to see what they were writing. He finally came to a stop besides Art’s desk. Art was still reading the question, chewing on his pen.Jed’s eyes zoned in on his mouth and he felt suddenly mesmerise
The Last Building on Bay Street Friendship: Officially Over
Buster woke up the morning after the full moon, feeling better than he had in weeks. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to wallow in the feeling because, before he even opened his eyes, he felt the foreign touch on his face. He knew straight away that it wasn’t Val because his charming roommate woke him up either with a pillow to his face or a swift kick to his side. In fact, no one touched Buster like that. Soft finger trailed from his temple to his hair, brushing down his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw before, finally, brushing against his bottom lip. Buster’s heart skipped and his breath caught. The hand froze and Buster opened his eyes. Gideon Reis lay beside him on the floor, propped up on his elbow, head resting in his hand, his other hand now frozen against Buster’s cheek. For a long second, Buster just stared up at his mate in disbelief. He didn’t remember anything from his frenzy the previous night; he’d blacked out as soon as the full moon rose in the sky. He had no
The Last Building on Bay Street Caught Glitter Handed
Val had never worn a proper blazer. Even in high-school, before she became a sixth-former, she didn’t have enough money to buy that expensive piece of fabric that did nothing to keep out the cold and only made her shoulders look square. She’d nearly driven her teachers to an early grave wearing only a raggedy jumper over her rumpled shirt and faded trousers. But Ellie had told her that her old leather jacket wasn’t something she could wear to work and Val hadn’t argued when the red head deposited a stack of clothes at the last building on Bay Street. Now, mid-December, she was starting her intern. She couldn’t help but feel a little proud, standing in front of the towering building in the centre of the city, dressed in smart jeans and a burgundy blazer over a black shirt. She came from nothing – abusive, alcoholic parents, no roots, no inclination as to what her talents could be apart from brute force. Now, with all the mess between Jamie and Art and Gideon and Buster, she felt like
The Last Building on Bay Street The Werewolf Agenda
Jamie knew what he said to Diego was unfair, and that just made him even more pissed off. He walked through the winding streets of the city, hands tucked under his armpits. It was freezing and he hadn’t grabbed his jacket when storming out of Diego’s place. He couldn’t calm down. His head was full of Diego. Jamie hated being dependent on others and yet so easily, he’d let Diego settle in his life – let Diego take care of him. Walking around those streets, freezing his ass off, made Jamie realise that he was an ungrateful little shit. Diego had only ever wanted to make sure Jamie was safe and happy. Jamie wrapped his arms around himself protectively at that thought. It felt weird. He and his friends looked out for each other – that was normal, even if it did take some getting used to at the beginning. But Jamie never offered Diego anything in return – he was mostly rude and mouthy, he rarely did anything aroun
The Last Building on Bay Street Christmas Eve
Jamie and Diego fell asleep with their backs to each other. In the morning, however, Jamie woke up sprawled atop Diego. Groaning, he sat up. He rolled his shoulders and then his neck to work the kinks out, feeling Diego stir behind him. He felt embarrassment from crying his heart out to his mate the night before, but not nearly as much as he thought he would. He rubbed his eyes sleepily. Despite his sore muscles and headache, it had been one of the best sleeps of his life. Diego grunted and shifted, lying on his side. He tugged the blankets over his muscular body and Jamie kissed his teeth in annoyance, slapping the small of his back lightly, ‘’oi. Wake up.’’ ‘’Afternoon shift,’’ Diego mumbled sleepily. ‘’Wow. Lucky you,’’ Jamie said sarcastically, ‘’I have to be at the coffee shop at eight,’’ he ignored the painful knowledge that the coffee shop – and his life as he knew it – would be closed soon. Today was Christmas Eve. Tomorrow was Christmas. After that, a week u
The Last Building on Bay Street The Fourth Full Moon
Somehow, Gus and Alex ended up in Alex’s hotel. It was a rather small bed & breakfast. It was a wooden hut stuck between two modern buildings, the only reason why it hadn’t been renovated being that it was ‘picturesque’. Alex had the attic bedroom. He led Gus there, holding his hand. Once inside, Gus took off his jacket, looking around as Alex put their coats up on the pegs by the doors. The room was mostly dark, moonlight falling in stripes through the slanted window on the equally slanted roof. The room was pretty small but neat. Alex’s things were all carefully put in the right places, though he didn’t have very many belongings. His military uniform hung, unused, on a peg by the window. Seeing it gave Gus a mixture of feelings – pain at the realisation that Alex wouldn’t be around forever and pride for his accomplishments. Gus turned away from the uniform, fiddling with his fingers, not k
The Last Building on Bay Street Full Moon Fuckery
Jamie sat, unmoving, throughout the whole movie. He’d sat on the couch, tucked his legs under his chin and watched the movie silently, not daring to glance at his mate. He sat even through the credits and by the silence from the armchair; he knew Diego was under the influence of his wolf. Eventually, Jamie turned the movie off. The TV went static, casting a soft light on the otherwise dark living room. Jamie knew he had to move, but he also didn’t want to. If he moved, then he’d have to go to his bedroom and leave Diego in his armchair. For some reason, Jamie didn’t want to be alone. Or, maybe, he just didn’t want to be apart from Diego. He sighed softly. He’d been aware of those feelings surfacing over the last weeks and he knew he couldn’t ignore it forever. He turned towards Diego, set on saying goodnight and catching some sleep. Diego’s eyes were glowing gold; his intense gaze was set on Jamie and th
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