Little Red Riding Witch のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

[Rosalynd]Crying, I run back down the hallway. As I pass Gary, he tries to stop me. Screaming unintelligibly, he grabs my arm roughly, forcing me to listen to his babble, my mind unable to focus on his words."What the hell is wrong with you, Rosalynd?" His nails dig into my flesh. "Where the hell is your mother?"Thinking of exactly where my mother is, I snag my arm out of his grasp and throw the studio keys back at him. "Why don't you go find out for yourself?!" I get up close to him, our faces only inches apart as I yell. "Fuck this place! Fuck this job! I'm done!"For the first time in the 10 years that I've known him, Gary is silent. Like a fish, his mouth moves up and down as if instead of trying to say something he is gasping for air.The metal outer door to the studio closes with a loud band and I find myself in the parking lot. It doesn't take me long to find my car, the distinct shade of rusted metal red easy to discern amongst the smooth and shiny rentals and new leases. I

[Axel]She barely says anything as we drive through the forest. I can hear her little heart beating like a caged bird. I hate that I am unable to make her feel at ease. There is something about her, something different which draws my attention. She is both fragile and strong simultaneously.I feel torn. My wife and Luna, Alexa, left us a year ago and I have not been able to move on. I think part of me is still wishing she’d come back, even after the divorce papers arrived on my doorstep. So I feel a little guilty as I sit here, lusting after another woman. Rosalynd smells amazing, like juniper and sandalwood. She isn't even a wolf, but I feel a connection to her, almost stronger than anything I ever felt with my mate bond. It was that connection that led me to her as she huddled frightened in the night, curled inside her car. I know she must have heard me and I realize that the experience must have been traumatizing. Not a great way to start a potential relationship…but I am getting

 [Rosalynd]  "Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in.."  "NOOOOO Dada!" a small voice laughs, followed by the sound of chasing feet around his living room. "I wanna be the wolf this time."  I am lying in a small bed in a guest room tucked underneath his stairs. Axel offered it to me as a place to rest while I waited for my car to be repaired. After a quick shower, I soon fell asleep. But now I am awake, wide awake.  I lie there for several minutes, not sure if I should interrupt their scene, or wait for it to simmer down before coming out and asking

[Rosalynd] I close my eyes, thinking about all the things I wish I could do with my life. I wish I could be strong and successful on my own. That I can follow where my heart leads me. I need a place to feel safe, loved, and wanted. I need to feel that for myself more than anything. I desire something real, something solid. A family. I send this thought out into the universe. I can feel the warmth of these thoughts wrap around me like a blanket, both comforting and gentle. I take a deep breath, and I feel the heat of a greater force, an energy beyond myself, fill me to the brim with energy and light. At that moment, I know that the universe hears me. I open my eyes. The crystals around me are glimmering with red, green, blue, and golden light, but none are glowing as brightly as the one in my hands, the large piece of uncut rose quartz, which is now warm to the touch, pink glowing from its center, magnified by the facets of the crystal. The warmth of these glowing stones fills m

[Axel] Conner, my wolf, is pacing anxiously in my head. "When is she going to get here?" "Heel boy," I say quietly to myself, my heart racing. We are both excited to see Rosalynd again. It's crazy, a girl I just met last night is already working her way under my skin. The last time Conner paced like this was the night we marked Alexa. Not that it mattered in the end. She still rejected us, and our son. I can smell her before I see her. I have grown accustomed to her scent, a blend of roses and jasmine, but as I turn to make sure it is her, I notice something has changed about it, or maybe just come into the foreground. Sage. She now has the unmistakable aroma of sage blended with the other two. "Witch." I breathe. "Mate" Conner howls. "No! It can't be. How can a witch be our second-chance mate? The pack would never accept a witch as Luna." "MATE!!" Conner insists. "We must have our mate! I will fight them all to keep her!" As I watch her approach, the wind playing w