“No!” Rufus yelled, Cole turned to him and smash the butt of his gun against his head, causing his forehead to bleed. “You fucking injected my woman with wolfbane, and dared to try and kill Aaron!” “You bastard! You killed my son!” Rufus cried loudly in evident anguish. It was clear he had lost his mind. “Oh, I intend to off all your fucking sons! You idiot!” “That’s a shame—” a voice sounded from the doorway. Cole looked in the direction and saw a man that looked like Rufus holding Opaline by the throat, and when Isabelle startled forward, he brandished a gun at her. Isabelle stopped. “If any of you animals move, I will drop this and we will all die...” the newcomer said, using the barrel of his gun to tap on a grenade he held against Opaline’s throat — the very type Ash used a few minutes before, everyone stepped back except Isabelle. “Hello, Cole Miller, your father was an arrogant asshole, but I still liked him, I was looking forward to meeting you. The way he talked about yo
If there was something Isabelle knew more than anything it was the damning fact that humans hate her kind. It was not because they had done anything to deserve it - at least not that she knew of, it was just the simple fact that they were different. Humans are pretty uncomfortable with people they deemed different especially if the people in question have the ability to shapeshift. Some humans are barely tolerable of the knowledge of her kind while others actively come after them. Isabelle thought they were lucky folks in Appleberry belonged in the latter category. Isabelle saw the way the shopkeeper watched them as if they were a band of thieves or something equally worse. Her brother, Xavier waited for the human to check out their purchases and he quickly counted the dollar bills, placed them on the counter, and gestured for the rest of them to leave. Isabelle followed her brother, Hallec; his beta, and three others outside the massive grocery store, and couldn’t help glancing back
Son of a—” Cole cursed as he stared into about six gun barrels, and another pressed against his temple. He had been woken by the sound of booted feet rushing around his cabin. He had slowly gotten up, threw on some clothes and reached for his gun placed in plain sight on his headboard, thinking it would do well to find a way to sneak out through the back door without being noticed than engage in an outright showdown. But then as quiet and slithering as he had been, a flashlight caught his exit then a helicopter appeared overhead pinpointing him with its floodlight. The thoughts of so many ways of how this could play out raced in his mind. And as skilled as he was he knew when to dialogue perhaps a distraction could help? But he doubted he could get far even if he tried to run - not in his state. He started to slowly raise his hand just to let the bastards know he wasn’t going to do anything until a familiar face stepped under the helicopter floodlight. Cole glared at the old man. “Co
When the cry vibrated through the walls again, he stood up with effort and felt a certain wetness under his jacket. He slowly raised up the left flab, and saw a red stain a few inches down his armpit, he cursed. Reaching into his closet again, he searched, from memory, for one of his father’s regular gifts for him since when he clocked sixteen and retrieved his hand holding an embellished Colt 1849 revolver. He recalled there were about ten different makes of the very expensive revolvers stacked in the same corner with custom-made and equally emblemized pocket knives. He quickly checked if the gun was still loaded and nodded to himself when he saw it was. Tucking it in the band of his denim trousers, he left his room, feeling the pain in his ribcage increase. The entire house seemed eerily quiet. He thought perhaps the area had wolves now. But then that cry sounded as if it came from inside the building not outside. He recalled his father started acquiring animals of strange species
“He is one of them! He is an agent!” a voice cried from his back. Cole reached down his ankle to retrieve the small revolver tucked in his ankle holster and strapped firmly under his trousers. And at the same time leaped in a bid to shield himself with one of the ammunition crates as hell broke loose and shots flew around.Breathing heavily he landed on the concrete floor, in between tall crates, and quickly pressed his back to one, holding up his gun. He felt a certain pain on his side and slipped his hand under his bulletproof vest worn under his undershirt. His hand came out bloodied. He had been hit on the spot not covered by the vest. He cursed, panting heavily.He saw something small rolled into his corner and his eyes caught the grenade before it could blow him to smithereens. In reflex, he reached forward to pick it up and threw it towards t
He went inside his closet to get his fanny pack and quickly checked inside to make sure his custom-made micro spy-camera jammer was inside. He took it from the bag, picked grey-colored joggers to pull on, and slipped the device inside his pocket.He came out and his eyes settled on the glass cup on his nightstand and he went to pick it up. He figured wandering around with a glass cup in hand might serve as a good cover. He loved his ability to come up with viable, solid plans, whenever under pressure.He pulled the exit door to his room open and found the hallway empty. He had been expecting to find the place well guarded to prevent him from wandering off again. He supposed Jerome didn't think of him as a danger now because of his wound.He walked leisurely down the hallway, ignoring the cameras embedded at th
He reached up her stretched arm and gently unclipped the iron bracelet holding her up. She went lax in his arms. Cole groaned hard at the painful pull her weight caused on his side."Can you stand on your own?" he asked."I need a minute…" she said in a breathless tone. Wrapping her arm around his neck they both held still for a short while.She buried her face in the nook of his neck, rubbing her face against his skin. Cole swallowed gently, positioning her to press against the entire length of him. She pressed hard to his front and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. She parted her legs making him lift her from the floor as she wrapped her legs around his strong legs, opening up her legs for him.Cole cupped her ass again, giving her the re
Cole felt feathery touches on his pectorals and his eyelids flipped open. Breathing steadily he stared into the face of his father’s merchandise. She had washed and released her hair from the bun and now the black, wet tendrils framed her face and fell down her front covering her naked chest. She knelt beside his low height bed and thus he couldn’t see how far they reached. A frown wrinkled his eyebrows when he saw the bruises on her face had disappeared.He blinked wondering if it was the trick of the light. The room was dimly lit with only his bedside lamp on, reduced to a low glow. But then she was pretty close and he had pretty great eyesight to the point he had earned the nickname eagle-eye amongst his team.He watched her lips part, distracting him from his thoughts, and his hungry gaze settled on the seductively shaped flesh. They weren&rsquo