“Mmm, something smells really good.” Crap! I was so busy spiralling I didn’t even notice Jennifer waking up. I look over to see her sitting up with a yawn, tugging at the bed sheets and holding them to her chest. She’s not cold, merely modest. She gives me a beautiful and radiant smile, that quickly dips into a frown filled with concern. I hate that I always make her concerned. “Lan, are you okay?” She asks. I nod, doing my best to push all my worries to the back of my mind. “I’m fine, I just didn’t want to wake you. I made breakfast,” I say with a smile, doing my best to distract her. Right on queue her stomach growls and she quickly clutches her stomach while her face turns a shade brighter than it already was from her heat, as embarrassment comes over her. “Excuse me,” she says sheepishly. I chuckle and make quick work of making up our plates and then sit on the bed beside her, handing her hers and planting a soft kiss on her cheek that probably wasn’t a good idea, as that’s a
After three days of Jennifer’s heat, I should feel exhausted but instead, I feel surprisingly refreshed. Beatrix is awake and being quite the chatty Kathy to make up for lost time, which has Matthan over the moon happy. They’ve both been rather quiet for the last hour or so, so I think they’re busy catching up in their little wolfy world. I once asked Matthan what it’s like being a Wolf Spirit and what life is like for him, but it was extremely confusing. He described it as being like a pocket realm that exists both in this world and another. That my mind is like his bridge between the two, so he can simultaneously see and feel everything I do, and experience life with me, but also interact with other wolf spirits in their own world. Or something like that. It still doesn’t make any sense to me. I’m like the Avengers when Banner is trying to explain time travel to them. It does, however, make me understand Omegas a bit better though. An Omega is just a mutolupus who can’t shift, so
As we exit the bunker and make our way into the packhouse I feel a sense of familiarity and apprehension come over Jennifer, which confuses me. Her steps begin to slow, and I start to look around for the reason when my eyes fall on two familiar faces pacing in the hallway. I take in a deep breath and hold Jennifer close and try to prepare myself for the abuse I’m probably about to receive. Jennifer’s dad, Craig, gently brings his wife to a halt and encourages her to notice Jennifer and me. Yeah, Craig and Melissa are one of the few mixed-species couples to actually get married. Supernaturals don’t really do the wedding thing because there’s no point. We mark our soulmates and that binds us for life, a wedding is just a piece of paper, and given the divorce rate among humans, it means very little and isn’t very binding. But apparently, Melissa wanted a human wedding, which I understand because she’s human. She also wanted it for her parents' sake, since Jennifer informed me that her g
As I let myself finally start to relax and listen to Jennifer and Beatrix bicker playfully in my mind, the voice of Alpha Amelia calling out an unusual name catches my attention. I look towards the entrance to the packhouse, and I notice Alpha Amelia greeting that same irshiust from the other week. I don’t know much about irshiusts, but she looks like hell. She looks exhausted, there are circles under her eyes, her golden eyes are all bloodshot and puffy and even her skin colour, which if I remember correctly, was a soft mocha colour, now looks a little ashy. Although the golden glitter in her skin is still catching the sunlight like a disco ball. I nudge Jennifer, direct her attention to the doorway, and note her surprise alongside my own. Alpha Amelia asks her if she’s alright, and immediately tears begin to fill the woman’s eyes and I can feel the concern growing inside of Jennifer. We tentatively walk a little closer as Amelia escorts the woman inside, while she gives Amelia a sni
I don’t know what they put in the juice, but the pups were crazy today! Don’t get me wrong, I still adore my job, but sometimes these kiddos can require an army to wrangle them. Some days they’re mellow and just want someone to cuddle with them and read them a story. Other days, like today, they’re like jumping beans bouncing off the walls. I’ve stayed behind today to finish cleaning, so Macy could go home to her animai Kelly since today is their anniversary. I’m trying to scrub away the sticky marks off the tables from where the pups spilled their juice today when I feel something drip on my head. I look up just as I see another drip about to splatter on my face, but quickly dodge it. 'Gotta love those supernatural reflexes,' muses Beatrix. 'Tell that to my hair,' I say as I touch a sticky patch in my hair. I look up and notice the almost sap-like drops dripping from the ceiling and stare at them in bewilderment. “How on earth did they get juice on the ceiling?!” I shriek. I’m a
I look back at the torment in Jane’s eyes and I see a version of myself I don’t ever want to see again. I want so badly to tell her and free her of this torture, but it’s not my story to tell. We’re talking about Nare’s very medical history, and that’s something I have no right to discuss with anyone behind her back, let alone the person who caused it. “Jane… I very much want to tell you, but I can’t. I can tell you it’s about Michael’s sister Nare, but nothing more. I can’t break her trust or privacy, and I hope you understand that, but I will say, Michael should have told you. You deserve an answer.” “He wants me to suffer,” she says, letting go of my wrists and looking down as a tear trickles down her cheek. I gently take her hands and guide her to the windowsill to sit down. “I can’t speak to what is going through his head, but I do understand what rejection feels like, and even with everything you put me through, I wouldn’t wish it upon you. It’s a pain that… there just aren’t
I watch through Matthan’s eyes as he stares down the small woman before him. His hackles are raised as his blonde paws claw into the grass beneath them. He crouches slightly, baring his teeth as a growl rumbles deep from his belly, yet our opponent remains unfazed. Mathan’s trying to act tough, but it’s mostly bravado. I feel his nerves and I’m just as nervous as he is. I have far more faith in Matthan’s skills than my own, but that’s during fighting with other wolves. We’ve never taken on an irshiust before. Yildiz of the Delegation stands before us, her long black hair tied up on top of her head in a bun, her otherworldly floral scent wafting on the breeze as the gold glitter embedded in her mocha skin glints and twinkles under the morning sun. Her bright golden eyes stare at us as though she sees our moves before we make them. She’s 5’5”, which only makes her slightly taller than Matthan’s 4’9” stature. He’s average size among other wolves but gigantic compared to normal wolves. O
The rest of training is probably the most fun and entertaining training session I have ever been a part of. Mutolupuses and nagatas in shifted and non-shifted forms are taking turns taking on Yildiz and everyone is pulling out the most bizarre distraction techniques I have ever seen. Some of them are truly hilarious and others are just stupid. The best part is Yildiz is giving just as good as she’s getting. She seems very amused by all of this and looks like she’s having fun. She says it reminds her of the antics her sisters get up to at home, and I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of shenanigans irshiusts get up to, but I bet you’d never forget it if you saw it. We’re all watching and cheering while Yildiz fights one of the Aurum Obscuro pack members. The wolf manages to get behind Yildiz and we all look on wide-eyed when it bites the back of Yildiz’s leggings and gives them a solid yank giving her the worst wedgie I have ever seen. She doesn’t cry out in pain, which makes sens