A week had passed with everyone falling into a comfortable routine. I sat outside with May and Mia while I watched them play peekaboo. I always wanted daughters and May and Mia were exactly what I thought it would be like.
Elias had gone to Germany with Reuel and they came back with a purple crystal on a silver necklace for Mia. The crystal would absorb her magic if she tried to do any while she wore it. Elias said it was what was best keeping her true nature from her but I believed otherwise.
They also came back with tweed bracelets for the entire pack which I thought was strange. Creed ordered everyone to keep the bracelets on. When I had asked him why he would say, 'please just wear it for me, Eleanora.'
As for the rest of the Cacciatore's when they woke up they were at the airport. It was like they had amnesia. We didn't let them see Creed or the rest of the boys in the case it triggered their memories.
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A few months later and our packhouse was rebuilt even bigger and stronger than before. We were lucky that the previous Alpha had a lot of assets and money in private accounts which helped us rebuild.Creed had done what his brothers asked and turned them into wolves. Their first shift was messy Elias killed two deers. He vomited for three days straight disgusted that he had consumed raw meat.Liam was more in control of his wolf compared to how the rest of us had been when we first shifted and Jordan disappeared for the night. Our pack warriors found him wandering by the roadside naked and confused the next morning.We had all found a new normal to work with. The boys opened up a shipping company in Phoenix and I went back to college to finish my psychology degree.Creed was very supportive about it and even helped me study at times. I wish he was helping me study at the moment because my brain felt bombar
He killed them all. It was never in his nature to take any prisoners. He thought nothing of it as he ran his blade across the necks of the young and old. Mercy was for humans and the things he killed were monsters.The smoke from the gun powder hung in the air heavily as Creed looked over the limp bloodied and battered bodies that lay on the floor. He counted them in his head noting that there was a family of six of these creatures. He stopped at five and then paused and looked to the end of the room."There's only five," he said and his brothers looked at the bodies on the floor and began counting in their heads as well. "The man he's," before Creed could get his sentence out a man materialized out of thin air and ran at him. The man's form glowed emitting a blue ominous light and his eyes were white and crazed.Creed's brothers all moved to help him but the peculiar glowing man paralyzed them with a simple glance, leaving them standing like statues.
It was unusually quiet at the diner due to the relentless storm that raged on outside. Heavy rain pelted hard against the street making it hard to hear the sound of a car engine and the wind whistled pushing over the dirt bins, strewing the streets with filth.It was Saturday and as a college student, I told myself I had better things to do than to stay and clean the filthy health violation of a restaurant I worked in. I wouldn't eat a morsel from the diner it was as good as eating straight out of a bin. The owner's freshness policy on food was questionable.All my friends were gone on a trip to New Orleans. A trip I couldn't afford to go on. But I didn't moan I didn't cry I sucked it up and reminded myself that one day after a lot of work I'd be able to go on such trips with them.The bell on the door of the diner went off and a tall man dressed in a black raggedy trench coat walked in. There was something about the way the floor quivered with each step he took. T
There were too many things to look at as I walked down the winding hallways with Creed. The paintings, vases, and strange-looking artifacts all called for individual specific attention which I couldn't give because my thoughts occupied all of my attention. "Are you going to tell me why you brought me here or not?" I asked impatiently."Why tell you," he started and stopped at a door, "when I can show you." He pushed open the door and gestured with his head for me to walk in first.It was obvious I didn't trust him so I peeked my head into the room first before walking in. "The room is safe," he told me and he sounded annoyed.I rolled my eyes. He had no right to be annoyed that I didn't trust him. I walked into the room and there was a square mahogany table in the center with eight chairs around it, a large monitor on one wall, maps on another, an ancient armory in the corner of the room displayed on glass shelves, and weapons hanging on the wall
Red glowing eyes and pointy teeth. Screams echoing through the dense forest and evil vampires cackling into the night.I woke up with a racing heart and in a cold sweat remembering everything. My hand went to the side of my neck and I felt a plaster over it. The sound of those fangs ripping through my flesh would forever be embedded in my memories.My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I squinted as I looked around the room. I was in a bedroom. The walls were black and the interior of the room was grey and white.I sat up in the bed clutching my head. At least I wasn't locked in a cell in the dungeon again. A door from the side opened and Creed walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet. "Oh," I exclaimed and looked away. My voice sounded thick and terrible as if I'd been drinking the previous night."You're awake," Creed said and I heard his feet slap the floor as he walked over to me. He sat down on the bed in front of me. "How do y
In the kitchen I watched Creed sprinkle some cheese over a slice of bread. He was making grilled cheese sandwiches and something was fascinating about watching him go about the innocent task normally as if he didn't hunt supernatural creatures for a living."You staring," he said flipping a sandwich so that it could toast on the other side."I don't know it's hard to imagine a monster hunter making a grilled cheese for me."The corner of his mouth quirked in a subtle smile. "Don't get used to it princess. I'm only doing it because you were almost killed because of me." He plopped a plate with two sandwiches on it in front of me. "Bon appetite.""Thanks." I rolled my eyes. "Is it easy for you to walk around and act like you don't care about anything or anyone?" I asked and took a bite out of the sandwich.A hint of a dark smile played on his lips while amusement shone in his eyes. He folded his arms and leaned back on the counter behind him. "Who said it
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Creed groveled as I stumbled behind him, trying not to break my ankle in creative ways. The ground was covered in fallen leaves making it hard to see if any rocks were sticking out.The forest was beautiful during the day and it was almost hard to believe how scary it looked at night. The sun peeked through the gaps of the yellow and green tree branches, creating a beautiful cascade of yellow rays on the ground with the already fallen browning leaves and red berries.The forest was alive with color, flowers I've never seen before that looked like they were from another planet with their funky colors and patterns. Of course, Creed had to ruin it for me 'don't touch anything it will kill you,' I heard the line three times in less than ten minutes."So why did you decide to come out on the case with me?" He asked turning over his shoulder to glance at me.I shrugged. "I'm curious about your day job. What it's like l
Creed parked the Jeep back in the disclosed garage before covering it up with broken branches. We hiked back to the house just before the sun could set. "I'm going to talk to Dallas," he said once we entered the house.He stormed off in the direction of the boardroom. He looked severely disturbed, and I knew he was. Whatever happened between him and that wolf in the parking lot stumped him more than he lead me to believe.As I watched him disappear into the room I sighed not knowing what to do with myself. Where did someone like me fit in a house like this? A house filled with strange artifacts and a dungeon of creatures. I walked down the hallways slowly as I looked around at the portraits of men and women with silver hair much like Dallas's.One man, in particular, caught my eye. His hair was silver and his eyes were hard and a pale blue like Dallas's. His lips were in a nasty scowl as if he never smiled a day in his life. The name on the plac on t