Pale view of a white ceiling filled her iris when they finally came alive. She felt the fold of the soaked bed sheet under her gripping hold. Her heartbeat drummed into her ears, she was terrified they would bleed. She could still hear the thunderstorm, taste the spice of fear and feel the charge of the darkness.She raised her hand to tuck in her hair but had no strand to attack, her curls were in a bun. She frowned at that then looked down to see her manly clothes were gone as well. She was in a blunt yellow cotton pajamas which ended above her knee.Barely registering her new surrounding, she tried to sit up from the ache she felt at her side. She succeeded eventually after a slow struggle with her weak legs. She reached under her gown for the ache she felt, it was in between her stomach and her back and it burnt like hell. It was oily when she touched it and had a pink color around the edge. She judged by the swell it had that it wasn’t good. Her ankle was wrapped in a tidy set o

Profanities rolled loosely off Zipporah’s tongue. She felt the heat do something wicked to her skin. With ease and unsettled fingers she raised her top. What she saw was completely unnatural and almost unexplainable. The potion she drank was sipping out from the pores of her swollen skin. It began to spread as it coated her injury. Mixing with the pink ointment on her injury, it turned brown.In absolute wonder, she watched the swollen injury heal. It felt like time was moving faster for that part of her waist and it was profoundly painful. As the color faded with her wound, the pain tailed it. Her ribs simmered into relief. No one told her the healing process was going to be such torture. She hissed, tired of the different forms of pain she has had to endure. The part that was swollen was warm when she touched it.She stared at it, confused about what just happened. Few minutes ago she had a swollen waist, now she had nothing to show of it. There was no bump or even a scar. She wond

As soon as Zipporah left the mansion which was indeed at the center of it all, she drowned in the march of a parade. She wiggled her way out of the cheering crowd to a spot where she could take in the mountain view of Adam’s home. The interior contradicted its anterior, it stood firm and dangerous. Almost as a dare to any invader who would think twice to penetrate its strong walls and fully guarded entrance. Despite Kingsley’s insensitive blurts, he was right about the size of the hold. She wasn’t on high ground to see it all but from as far as her eyes could reach she saw how compacted it was as a town and outstretched as the city. The aura in the air was light and welcoming. She lost the anxiety that had racked her chest all day long. She began to stroll from the mansion, finding herself in the market place as she followed the crowd but not among them. The kids held slim firecrackers in her fingers as the adults tried to catch up to their pace, all in an ecstatic jubilation. The a

Anyhow, she refused to question him about who he kissed or did other annoying things with. Zipporah only knew for the mean time she wasn’t a fan of redheads. She set down her cup, sat up right with her shoulders to start the conversation they had failed to finish in the woods, “Adam,” he turned to her, toweling his hands with the napkin. There was an expression on his face, almost like he knew what she wanted to talk about. She continued anyway, “last night, in the woods, I told you of somethings I saw and you didn’t.” Bits of stutter slipped in her speech, “what I didn’t tell you was that. . .”“Adam.” Whoever interrupted her had panic in their voice. “Adam!”“Cora, in here.” Adam called back.Quiet footsteps cornered into the kitchen. Red hair. That was the first thing about the gorgeous, model like woman Zipporah noticed. Cora ignored her, making her way towards the sink.She had worry in her eyes, it made Zipporah forget the jealousy that brewed in her chest. Adam stood at aler

Ever since the rival attack there was more activity around the fence. Spikes dipped in wolfsbane were buried halfway into the earth as a brigade against their kind. Zipporah perceived what it meant for them to prepare for war with an enemy they knew, almost as much as they knew themselves. The children were to be kept indoors while the older ones trained to join their mothers and fathers in battle for when rival packs descend.She had taken the remaining healing potion from Ivy, she felt fit enough to maybe lift some wood or help push a cart filled with fruits. Her eyes sighted a short, lanky woman who pulled the sort of cart she imagined, it was something that should probably take two men to pull but she did it without loosing a breath. Maybe she wasn’t that fit, she thought and scrunched her nose in the air. Taking a few deep breaths she walked up to the man closest to her, he had a rod which he bent effortlessly to fashion a ledge.That made her swallow, a tinkle of sweat ran dow