Novel & Cerita Proudly Unscramble

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

Or worse. *****

UNPREDICTABLE! * *Don't forget to vote & comments*

Turned it toward me. It was a document. Official council letterhead. I scanned it quickly. **CASE DELTA-SEVEN-FOUR-NINE - EXTERNAL COMMUNICATIONS LOG** A list of names. Dates. Times. Phone calls. Emails. Meetings. Most of them were marked **Northern Ridge Pack - Alpha Lucian Hart**. But there were others. Names I didn't recognize. Packs I'd never heard of. All contacting the council. All referencing my case. All using the same language: "traditional pack authority," "bloodline jurisdiction," "dangerous precedent."

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

With the complete confidence of someone for whom the significance of the information was self-evident. Priya looked at her. "Where." "To my father's apartment." She said “my father” with the specific satisfaction of someone who had been practicing the phrase and had decided she liked how it sounded. "It has east facing windows. For Gerald." "Who is Gerald?" "Our plant. He needs morning light. My father checked the windows personally." Priya absorbed this. "Is it far?" "It is in Chicago," Seren said, with the geographical confidence of a four year old who considered Chicago a complete and sufficient answer to most location based questions.

This is the first time that I will witness Primo being so vulnerable. This is the third day I picked him up because Erin, the owner of Starry Hub just called and said that he was drunk again. But this time, it's different, because he still has his consciousness and he’s still a little sober. He looks so fucked up. I saw his face wet with tears.

Equal. Unbreakable.