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
I clutch my stomach tightly as tears pool in my eyes and a snort erupts unabashed from my mouth. This only makes me laugh harder, and now I can hear Landry in the kitchen laughing too. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh this hard,” he chuckles while stirring some batter in a mixing bowl. “I don’t know why that line makes me laugh so hard,” I squeak between fits of laughter. We’re watching Robin Hood: Men In Tights while Landry whips us up some yummy food in the kitchen. This is one of my all-time favourite movies because it always makes me laugh. Technically it’s a really sad scene. Robin has just come home to find his entire family and pets are dead, but it’s the way Blinkin’ tells him all this that makes it so hilarious. However, it’s when Blinkin’ perks up at the end and cheers, ‘Oh, it’s good to be ‘ome, ain’t it Master Robin?!’ that absolutely breaks me. He’s just devastated the poor man and now he’s cheering as if this was the best news to come home to. This movie is hys
I tried to keep my mind and emotions clear through dinner and dessert for Jennifer’s sake, but I’m not sure how well I did. Probably terrible given how my mind won’t stop racing. Pregnant. Teen parents. When Matthan joked about it during Jennifer’s heat, I felt my soul leave my body, but now that it’s actually happening I feel so much worse. Not because I hate the thought of being a dad, but simply because I think I’m going to screw up beyond anything I can repair. I screwed up so badly with Jennifer that I almost killed her, and I know I’ll be working to make that right for the rest of my life. The difference is that when I worked to earn my way into her heart, she had the option to say no. She could reject me all over again and send me packing. This baby doesn’t even get a choice. This poor innocent life we’ve made is stuck with an incompetent, weak, screw-up for a father. I look over at Jennifer laying in bed peacefully beside me, all snuggled up with a sweet look on her face w
So, believe it or not, I actually enjoy patrols. Training, no. Patrols, yes. Training means working on strengths and skills I don’t really have; I’d even go as far as calling myself a pacifist. I just don’t like violence and prefer to avoid it at all costs, even if it’s to defend myself. Defending Jennifer on the other hand is a different matter, and now that she’s carrying our pup, I do want to be able to protect them from anything. Patrols are different though. Everyone eighteen and over is required to do patrol shifts. This is so everyone contributes to protecting the pack. It’s not a hard job. You just spend a few hours in a designated section of the pack border trotting up and down in wolf form – unless you’re an Omega – keeping your nose and ears out for suspicious sounds, and scents and keeping an eye out for intruders or hikers. When humans get too close to the pack – usually hikers enjoying the terrain – an alert goes out to the pack to inform everyone to avoid shifting or an