She's been gone for almost two months now with little updates about that damn Alpha. I should've dealt with it instead, what was I thinking sending her alone?Jax tossed the heavy sack in the back of the jeep, letting out a soft grunt as he massaged his shoulder. Sweat dripped from his chin as he ruffled his hair and gazed out over the cracked desert. He had been down in Arizona for a week with Leyla tracking what they assumed was a Skinwalker, but what they found was nothing close to what they believed. He side glanced the sack, a black liquid substance oozing from the bottom of it.Whatever this thing is, it's no where in our archives."Looks like whatever it is was hold up in a cave a mile out from here." Leyla spoke up as she approached the jeep, taking off her button up and slung it over her shoulder. He glimpsed her direction for a second, spotting the yellow tank top she wore and the thin chained silver necklace he had gifted her sometim

"Whoa." The boy crouched down beside Aiden's motorcycle, running his finger over the front tire, "I want a bike." Aiden chuckled softly from beneath a Honda, "I'm sure you'll have no problem if you asked your mom to get you one." He swiveled out of the way as oil dripped down from above him, "Dammit, why can't people take care of their damn vehicles?" "She won't let me have one. Dad won't either I'm sure." The boy sighed. Aiden raised a brow when he felt movement around his legs and the boy shift himself beneath the car with him, "Can I have yours then?" "No way. I built that bad boy with my own hands." Aiden denied him without glancing over to him. "Can you build me one then?" He asked insistently. Aiden finally peered over to the boy with the red puppy dog eyes and let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll build you one and give it to you for your sixteenth birthday. Will that suffice?" He asked him. The boys eyes widened and seemed to sparkle with excitement. "Really? You really mean that,

Jax sat across from him, his eyes dark and brows furrowed together with his arms folded over his chest. Leyla said beside him, her own brows coming together with a wrinkle of worry between them as she flickered her gaze between the Hunter and the Werewolf. Amira sat beside Aiden quietly, yet her heart was drumming so loud he was sure they could hear it to. She casted her gaze to her lap where her fingers rolled over one another. Aiden sat with his back straight, his own arms folded against his now clothed chest and staring down Jax. It had been an awkward sit down for the last ten minutes with no one saying a word after Jax and Leyla walked in unannounced.Jax's gaze waivered as he shot a quick glance toward Amira and in that quick instance saw the stubborn fortitude falter. Aiden shifted his gaze toward Amira from the corner of his eyes, watching closely as her fingers came to a halt before clasping her hands tightly together. He could sense her struggle and co

 He didn't want to believe it at first, but the feeling was unmistakable. Even his mother felt the change in the air in their home. He stared at the chair Jenkins always sat in, now vacant with his indentations deeply engraved into the leather. Lymeria had searched high and low of their home for a note, a letter or anything in regards to what the old man had been thinking yet nothing turned up. Amira had yet to wake up from his bed that morning, and even though this was urgent, he couldn't bring himself to wake her after going through what they did the night before. Lymeria walked back into the living room from the hallway with her cell phone in her hand, "Janice isn't answering either." She ran her fingers through her hair frantically, "Okay. Okay, maybe he decided that after all these years he wanted to shift and go for a run. Nothing wrong with that, right?" She asked as she started to pace the room. "Yeah." He said, but he felt it deep down what re

 Performing Jenkins' funeral was out of the norm for Amira. As someone that was not accustom to Supernatural traditions, she felt out of place while Aiden buried his grandfather deeper in the forest. Even with Leyla accompanying her, she felt even more out of place than she did originally. The only thing she knew for certain between their worlds: death was the same for everyone. Amira side glanced Aiden as he stabbed the shovel into the ground and leaned on it slightly. His hands dirty from the soil and grass were lightly trembling. She followed up from there to his broad shoulders as he caught his breath. He wore his usual black t-shirt, even with the change of the seasons, the slight drop in temperature hadn't effected his attire. As her eyes reached his face, the sunset outlined his chiseled features, but she couldn't mistake the darkness within those eyes of his. She stepped toward him and rested a hand on his back. She felt the tension in his musc