The ride was silent and it didn’t help her racking nerves. She felt her palms go wet and unconsciously rubbed them on her hip. In a few seconds they were tuned to arrival. The metal doors opened to the most beautiful art gallery Zipporah had ever seen. She stepped into the stunning room which portrayed a dedication to various forms of art. It held a fascinating amount of space which englobed what resembled a study and several paintings, side by side, on each wall. At the end of the room was a large, black desk before an equally sized chair. Guarding the only furniture in the room, by each side, were two shelves filled with books and miniature sculptures of dog like creatures. The room was painted white as the rest of the house, it had the same splash of colors on the ceiling. The air in the room felt like a blanket on her face, it was warm and light unlike the lightening which was cool and dark. There was a glowing bulb in between each painting and an insufficient chandelier which su

Zipporah snuggled her cheeks on warm tough pillows, her neck felt well stationed and she didn’t want to wake up from her comfort spot. The only problem was the thumbing and imbalance her brain felt. It was almost like her bed was walking on a treadmill. She groaned when her knees refused to stretch and her legs felt too light and weak. Slowly she flicked her eye lids open. It took a while for her brain to explain to her iris what her current situation was. But as soon as she realized there was no pillow she went into a mild panic mode. Her comfortable pillows were Adam’s arms and chest which carried her, bridal style, up the staircase of her apartment. He had a few more steps to her door when she began to wiggle and stretch out of his hold. “Put me down.” She grumbled as she reached with her feet to the stairs. Her movements were a bit swift and made her head spin. She held steady on the wall and took quick breaths. Adam helped her up the remaining stairs, her fingers rubbed her h

Seaming rays of the sun basked into the airy, open kitchen through yellow waving curtains. It enchanted everything it touched, from the light blue cornered walls to the grey cabinets and cream tiles, with the soothing glow of sunshine. The air in the room enveloped the spicy steam from the pot on fire. It was stirred by his woman, she was a model to the sun as it coated her wild, dark hair and sleek, brown shoulders. The short, white, off-shoulder gown she wore was a layer of dancing silk that exhibited her beautiful skin and each time she whisked around the room she drugged his senses. The moving picture paused to smile at him, her fingers gestured for him to come to her from the shadows. He went her without a second thought. He took her small, full body in his arms. Her waist settled perfectly in his embrace before she rose to her toes and blessed his lips. She tasted like the morning sun, enriching and pure. He closed his eyes, his senses lost to the world as his mouth twinkled int

The day had just began and it wasn’t starting out well for Zipporah. Waking up to a free bed and breakfast from Rose was great. The girls dropped a note that they would be back soon and had to be at work or an interview. Once she finished her breakfast of toast and scrambled eggs, the rest of her day morphed into chaos she didn’t really care for. She had slept better with her friends by her sides and after her call to her dad, she woke up feeling more grateful for the people she had in her life. She wanted, desperately, to focus on the good in her life. She was young, smart with great friends and a new found closeness with her dad. Everything was falling apart but she wouldn’t give up on trying to hold it all together. Her day went to absolute shit when she was on her laptop. Her last hour had been spent researching all the things she needed to know about men that turned into wolves. And boy was it a lot of information and opinions. Werewolves were one of the most popular mythologies

“Why are you here?” She spoke after a miserable few minutes of silence, she had found a band to tie her hair into a loose bun. She remained by the counter while he modeled, sexily, behind the couch, his hands on its headrest. “I need to talk to you.” He spoke smoothly, no trace of what had occurred almost twenty minutes ago in his voice. He was almost too calm for the fury he drove in her.“Talk? You needed to talk?” She threw her hands up then down, “oh yeah you need to talk, so why not barge into my home and be a dick. It’s almost like every time I’m around you I end up with one problem or the other.” Her voice was borderline cynical, “is there a reason you could not call? Or just find a way to let me know you were coming to ruin my peaceful fucking life again!”He shoved his weight from the couch, in the quickest strides, he crossed to stand in front of her, a short, habitual distance between them. She could smell the temper that sparked from his eyes, she’d never seen green on fi