She shoved the book she held back to its line. His words weren’t the only thing that steered up the annoyance she felt in her throat, it was the way he had used something he knew she would love to get his way with whatever decision about her life that he didn’t think she had a say in. She felt manipulated even though it might be an exaggerated emotion. She snapped. “So you bring me here to make me feel comfortable and more Inclined to accept whatever it is you think I need.”“Yes.” He deadpanned without batting an eye. He rolled his arms into each other and shrugged, “and it’s what I know you need. You will be safer here.”Her anger clashed with his arrogance, “you’ve got to be kidding me with this bullshit.”“Does it look like I am?” She glared at him, no he didn’t look like he was kidding, in fact he had the guts to look irritated. “There is a war killing my kind and I have to protect and offer hope when I have no idea what the fuck is going on. I can’t do it right knowing you are b

His first instinct was to haul her from whatever was causing so much agony. He got close to her and noticed her pull was towards a strange music object he didn’t recognize. But he could sense its vileness. His second instinct was the one he followed. He knifed his claws through wood and metal till it was nothing but pieces of nothing. Then he hauled her out of a room he wanted to burn to the ground.He fisted and released his knuckles several time as he stared at it. The evidence of his rage showed, he knew it would heal soon enough, he wished it would remain. A scar to remind him of his mistakes, not that he needed it to remember.He spied on nature as he retrieved his phone to call home. It rang thrice before Everest picked.“I figured you’ll be here by now.”“It happened again.” His voice held both anger and frustration. “They came for her right under my nose.”“Fuck. How is she?”“Weak. Confused.” He spoke quietly, afraid he would wake her. “She’s asleep now.”“What exactly happen

She studied him, imagining him as a protector of thousands, she couldn’t stop herself from being impressed. “That sounds great.”“Yes but over the years we have had to protect ours first. We became easy access for rivals who were in disguise as settlers.”“The war made you become open again?” She muttered.“Yes it did.” He took a turn into a rough path which would lead him to a thinner highway. “But there, I’m sure you’d be safe. There are witches that. . .”If she had a drink in her mouth she would have spat it at him. “Witches? You mean like spells and magic?” Her shock was plastered golden on her face.“Yes, they have been our guide for ages. Every pack has a mage or a seer that stands as a healer, advisor or protector. It depends on the balance of the pack’s spirit.”Still not over another revelation, she managed to ask. “Can a pack have both?”“Yes but it’s rare as they serve different elements and spirits which can cause a rift in the pack. My pack have always used a seer but re

Drizzles thundered into the making of a storm. The clouds grew darker, the trees scattered with the wind till the earth threatened to quake. Zipporah could barely see through the havoc, she tried to crawl away from the growls with her elbows but the wet ground only dug her hole in her struggle. Her ears picked up howls which echoed in the rain, she arched her neck from the gaining wolves to the loud thump she heard. Thunder and lightening resounded with her scream when she saw her wolf crushed on the soiled ground by three bloody canines. Overpowered and severely injured, he kept fighting off every slash and bite. She felt pain worst that the pang in her bones when she couldn’t help him. Her tears mimicked the rain, it flowed with no restrain and soaked the ground. She was tired of crying, it helped no one. She wiped her face and dragged a stick closest to her. With no plan except a desire to survive she slashed at the wolves, they barked at the weapon she held. But her stand couldn’

The silence that lingered as he took care of her foot was not long but it was loud and unending to Zipporah. She glanced around, figuring out what to fill up the moment with. “So, uh, nice place you’ve got here.” She shot, when he raised a confused brow at her she swallowed a sigh at how hot his glance was. Clearing her throat, she paraded her hand over his head, “your territory.”He only nodded, his focus on the dressing he made.Refusing to let the silence win, she asked, “Lyra said you were going to get help?”“Not really.” Her heart sang a tune of victory when he continued. “This is the farthest of what’s mine, we still have a bit of distance before we get to the hold. There is a secret space close by, it belonged to my brother, I only went for dry clothes and something for your leg.”“Thanks.” Her eyes left the top of his head to their company, “what about Lyra?”“She guards this part of the trees,” he threw a proud glance at her and added, “and she takes her duty very seriously.