~Miranda’s Point of View~
I was in complete shock that Jesse offered to come with me to mom’s funeral, but I was beyond elated. I wasn’t sure how he got permission to leave school, and miss class but I didn’t ask.
I’d dreamed of bringing him home to meet her, and while this wasn’t anywhere near how I envisioned it, I knew she’d find it funny. She’d be so happy I brought him.
Especially after we’d made love. I never imagined it could be like that. How he took his time with me, responded to me. That’s what I dreamed sex would be, should be. Of course getting it rough the night before had been pretty damn awesome too!
I guess I always thought I’d get to rave to my mom about my first time, even if some might see that as weird. It was just how close w
What do we think about Miranda's family??
~Jesse's Point of View~ Apparently in all the hustle and chaos of the last two days Miranda neglected to mention her dad was … very fucking huge. Like nearly seven feet tall. Oh and he’s got a massive scar across his face like he seriously pissed someone off at one point. You didn’t get a slice like that without deserving it in some way. But what could he have done as a pup that would have been that bad? As an adult his wolf would've healed it. He made me very uncomfortable, and not just because I was fucking his daughter. There was something … off. It was his whole aura. He had an overpowering stench that just smelled rotten. But not like Ryan’s demon. He was clearly better than anyone around him, okay. A lot of shifters feel like that especially if they’re bigger. Was it the money? Power? I was a
~Miranda’s Point of View~ I wasn’t sure what happened but Alice told me Jesse suddenly wasn’t feeling well and went home for a little while. Dough went with him so I was glad he wasn’t alone. She said she’d stay with me and help me go through my mom’s things. Why couldn’t Jesse have told me himself he felt ill? He seemed totally fine one minute and near passing out the next. I hope it wasn't something he ate this morning. Other than being an emotional wreck I physically felt okay. No one else was sick. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Mommy said I always jumped to conclusions about boys. But usually my gut was right. I always knew when someone was about to dump me. Shoot the longest “relationship” I’d ever had was about three weeks and that was when I was 16.
~Miranda’s Point of View~ He carried me. Honest to goddess carried me out of the woods. When he offered to help with the letter I shifted and put my dress on, and before I could take one step he picked me up like a bride. I wanted to giggle, I wanted to shout from the treetops. But there was no way I could ruin the moment. We stopped by a tree near his house to get the shorts he’d left. I hoped he’d stay like he was but I supposed I got my admiring time in. I could never possibly get enough. One day I’d work up the balls to ask him what his tattoos meant but it was just never the right time. “No one’s home,” he said, putting me down at my front door. “How do you know,” I asked, curiously. He sm
~Jesse’s Point of View~ It was all I could do to get away from Miranda. I had no clue what that damn letter would say. I thought it might spell it out, then I wouldn’t have to say what I … what I owed her which was the truth. She more than deserved to hear the truth and my tiger was livid. But I just couldn't do it. All the letter did was stir things enough to set Miranda off. Set her off enough to go take up a meeting with her father … and she wasn’t waiting. Just before I left she booked a flight to Sidney to leave in two days. Two days. She’d know. What all did Luca even know? Fuck. Two days and this amazing and beautiful female that my tiger says is the one … is gonna hate me forever. Probably gonna as
~Miranda’s Point of View~ I’d flown to Sidney a dozen times over the years, but never had it taken so damn long. I had no clue why but Dough showed up as the car arrived to get me, and he absolutely insisted on coming along. I wanted to ask why Jesse didn’t come, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. He had his own life, classes. He was probably already behind a bit from helping me. I had to guess Dough just felt someone needed to look out for me. Someone needed to help me. The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be alone. I gave him my mom’s letter to read on the plane and he kissed my forehead. It was sweet, almost like a brother would do. “What are you even going to say to him,” he asked, as our descent finally began.
~Jesse’s Point of View~If scared shitless was in the dictionary, I was right there next to it. Of course I’d seen my grandfather a ton of times, but he wasn’t exactly the type to give you a piece of candy and bounce you on his knee. I didn’t have a single memory of him that was endearing. We never got ice cream or played in the park together. Oh no, not in Black Myst.I’d never even called him grandfather before to his face, only by his first name and he never said anything if it bothered him. This side of my family wasn’t exactly lovey dovey. I knew what a real grandfather was supposed to be from TV but I’d never experienced it from him.He was more apt to trap you in some sort of invisible box to see if you could get yourself out. Or turn someone next
~Miranda’s Point of View~ "You ... you know them…” My words hung in the air, but I asked a question I didn’t actually want the answer to. Impossible. Luca has always used so few words on purpose, to say so little. Now, he’s saying so few words to say too much. Too much for me to handle. To process all at once. I was sure he didn’t want to have this conversation, he didn’t want to tell me what he had. It was all supposed to stay secret. I was supposed to just be the happy little oblivious daughter who didn’t question anything. My heart felt so heavy, almost like it was ready to burst. It couldn’t take much more. I have a mom then I don’t. I have a father, then he’s dead but then he’s not. He’s s
~Jesse’s Point of View~ I laid in my bed at school, staring at the wall for about the fifth hour straight. My parents had both been calling constantly and I finally had to turn my phone off. If it was serious they’d just show up. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK I inhaled deeply. Ryan and Troy both. Ryan wasn’t here when I got in, weird for the middle of the day but then again he disappeared a lot, and for hours sometimes. Could he secretly teleport too? I didn’t think that was in his power but I guess nothing made sense anymore. My eyes darted around the room, wondering if I should shift and jump out the window. Teleport to a remote island. “Knock it off,” Ryan said, opening the door.