Bri I never really realized when it manifested anymore. As darkness fell and my eyes failed me it just came into existence now like a habit, like some restless tick. The magic obliging my senses. Beau had his ass propped against the back of the couch, his shirt was gone, and the view was scrumptious as always. But the look on his face told me we had a heavy talk, inbound. I sighed propping my hip against the counter. "Time for porch talk?" I asked. Nodding towards the door. So far all our heavier conversations had happened on the porch or the connecting dock. Being inside just made me feel like a cornered animal. So I preferred it that way. He nodded as I watched him gracefully stride across the kitchen and pull a short glass and a bottle of whiskey. I swallowed hard as I listened to the scrape of the opening bottle and the scent of the liquor hitting my nose. My mind drifted to dark times. My body had once been owned, my mind and magic wavered on that thought until a large warm hand

Beau,I tried just to get close enough to town to get a signal but I was forced to dock and wander into it. I fiddled with the phone trying to roam into casual places I could lean against and pretend I was doing something important so I would be left alone. Not many people searched us out but on the off chance someone did for an odd job to be done, or mindless chatter, I was trying to appear preoccupied.I finally got a signal unfortunately close to the general store. I leaned against the old creole-style cottage building that had been morphed into the local quick shop. Filled with local produce and basic things like milk, eggs, bread, condiments, and such. They had a gas pump and Mrs. Blance's son Richie had a little makeshift garage off to the side where he repaired boat motors and other things. He was a wiz at it and really just learned it on his own.I dialed Wyatt hoping the bunks were not overcrowded. Maybe they would all be at breakfast. We had discussed that I'd call this morn

BastianI knew she was too good to be true. Someone like that was just a passing dream that hit all the right nerves. That bristled me about our Mas', callous dumpsters of shits all of them women, sure they were fine to look at. I'm sure they were great fun to stick your dick in until they popped out another mouth to feed and dropped them on your doorstep. At least Bri wasn't playing that game. I'd seen her go stiff when they touched her when she first got here. There was a past there none of them were talking about. She didn't solicit them, they just I dunno, maybe they wanted something to protect. But now that she was on her feet, she could probably wipe the floor with all of us. Wyatt and Beau fawned over her sure but I never saw her do those things I saw other girls do when they were out to get their knickers dropped. She was nice and I hated that I liked her. She seemed to fill cracks in myself I didn't know I had. I wanted that but I knew better than let that happen. I suppose

BeauWyatt wasn't gonna be happy about Bastian's stunt. That boy held a chip on his shoulder a mile wide that his mama didn't stick around. He best pay his penance before his Alpha came home. Wyatt didn't put up with disrespect, and even though he was steadfast to not do anything about what was between the two of them, disrespecting Bri would be seen as a high offense.I had tried to console Bri, but she pushed me off and no doubt there would be more tears poured into Wyatt's pillows tonight. It wasn't my place but the hollowness I felt knowing how torn up and vulnerable she was I couldn't bear sitting on the other side of the house with her in shambles.I knocked on the door frame and as usual the door was left wide open. She sat there with a book and opened her eyes not recognizing the pages. "What's up?" She asked, setting aside the book. She had stolen Wyatt's shirt from the laundry pile, and had yet to wash it, opting to sleep in it every night. It warmed my heart and made it sad

WyattI was already driving towards Lafayette, the closest big city where I could get lost in a Superstore and not look suspicious. When Beau called. "What's up, Beau?" I asked."Nothing out of the norm," he said and I heard some commotion in the background as he moved around. Just so you know Boo is doing fine but if you happen to find her a friend that would be great," he said. "What do you mean by that?" I asked"Oh, nothing Mabel overheard you brought Boo home, thinks she could use a friend you know the four-legged kind," and emphasized Boo and four-legged. I groaned."Where are you at right now?" I wanted to know where he was."I'm up the road from town returning the library books we got for the boys project," he said as I pulled into the Walmart in Lafayette."Well, I'm at the store. What does she need?" I grumbled. I hated crowds, I didn't like large swarms of people, it made the wolf in me uneasy and The Beast entirely irritable."I don't know, go in, see what they got, I'l