I fought like hell to get back to my family, but the lengths my cruel father-in-law was willing to go to, just to make me disappear were more than I could overcome. Old magic, ancient and pure was the only thing that saved my son and me that day.
I learned much about myself while I was away from my family. The timing of my birth was used as a distraction to overthrow my father, one of the great fae Kings. My mother, father, and three older siblings were murdered by an uncle who coveted my father’s position. If it were not for the actions of a brave young maiden named Charlotte who took me and switched me with a human child who had been still born, I would have also been killed that day.
In retrospect, growing up I always knew there was something wrong about the people that I knew as my parents. Curiosity got the best of me when I was a fourteen, sneaking into the file room during one of her many doctors’ visits I wasn’t
I’ve always been in tune with supernatural things, much to the dismay of my Aunt Julie and Uncle Greg. I can’t blame them, they always wanted a normal life for me, but that just isn’t in the cards for me. I guess I always knew there was something different about me I just didn’t realize that my experiences weren’t the status quo. The feelings, the visions, my ability to sniff out and thrust myself into dangerous situations without a second thought has always just been my normal. Therefore, I am constantly on the move. Always a good idea to disappear when you have, for a lack of a better term, a superpower. My spirit guide always tells me that I have to “haul ass before the bad guys try to exploit you and the good guys come to depend on you”. Uncle Greg says I am a nomad, always traveling, never in one place for long. When I get the itch to just get in the car and drive; I go. I always felt at peace when I was driv
You might not be able to tell by looking at me, but I am definitely not one of those macho guys. Don’t be confused. I am a man, and I do have a healthy amount of testosterone in my system. It’s just that, my lot in life put a lot of things in perspective for me at a young age. A traumatic loss, and subsequent circumstances really took a toll on my upbringing. I don’t have much family left, and I’m ready to find my mate.I have always known that she is out there, somewhere. An outsider looking into my world would call the concept antiquated or compare it the notion of an arranged marriage. I’m from a completely different world, one where supernatural things exist, and anything is possible. I just can’t deny that there is a pull, some sort of drive working to bring us together. I walk to the sliding glass door that opens to a view of the woods.Wondering if it is her, I
I make my way into the lobby of the next motel I see. Like so many times before, there is a nagging feeling that is telling me to stay. I ring the bell on the desk and a young woman of about 18 comes out of the office behind the desk.“Hello, ma’am, Staying for the night?” she asks. With her best customer service smile.“You have any rooms available for a week?” I ask. Why not, something compelled me to stay here so I might as well take my time figuring it out.“Sure thing, what brings you to our quaint little town?”, she asks. I get the feeling that people don’t just up and decide to stay for a week.“Not really sure.” I smile back at her. “There is definitely something comforting about a cozy little town isn’t there?” I tell her. A nod, then a pause, like she is listening to something. That was
“I’ve already told you, I don’t want it.” I growl in frustration at my uncle.“Gabe, your dad worked really hard to build relationships with the locals, and he would want you to continue his work.” He says. “Listen, I get that you felt like you had to step away from all of it. You didn’t have it easy with the crazy shit that happened to your parents but this is your home. Your rightful place is as Alpha of this pack." my uncle has been trying to keep the pack together hoping that I will take his place as the Alpha. "Just do me a favor and think about it ok.”He wasn’t wrong when he said crazy shit happened to my parents. My dad's death was just the final straw for me though. It all started with my mother. My wolf, Theo made his first appearance when I was 13. I was in the car with my mom driving home from school. That day was the day my dad, the next
Exasperated, he dismisses me, and I leave without argument. I promised Sherry I would take a shift at the bar, and I have an hour before I have to be there. Situated on the remote end of a plot of land belonging to the pack for more than a century sits a large three-story contemporary mansion. The pack house is modern, and has all the bells and whistles, conference rooms, office space, 17 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, a fancy security system, full kitchen, the works.West of the house is a path that leads to the previous pack house. Its older, and doesn’t have a complete gym for training, but it does have running water and electricity. It was my home, the only place I ever knew, and it’s where my mother is still present. Everything in this house belonged to her. A three-bedroom farmhouse with a wrap around porch. My mom loved the country style of decor, and its functionality. She made everyone feel at home here,
I quickly get dressed and shove my knife in its sheath tucking it into my boot. I grab my keys and the jar that was left at my door before I walk out of my room, making my way to the lobby. The same young lady is at the desk, and she smiles brightly when she sees me walk in. “Is everything alright with your room?”, she asks. “It’s perfect Melissa” taking time to look at her name tag this time. “I do have a question though. I found this in my room. Maybe whoever was here before me forgot it, and was wondering where I can get some more?” I ask. “Oh, I’m not sure where that jar came from, but I do know where you can get some more. There is a guy out on the market road north of town that keeps bees. He sells it at the local grocery store.” She replies. “You know, it’s kind of a local tradition for a guy to give his sweetheart a jar of honey. Maybe you have a secret admirer.” “Well, that wou
It's a slow night at Sherry's. The last customers left about an hour ago and Joe has been huffing and puffing in the kitchen. He's taking extra care to make as much noise chopping extra prep items for tomorrow. By the smell of it we have enough onions to last the next month. I don’t know what has gotten into him lately, but it seems like he does everything he can to be obnoxious to get Sherry’s attention in an effort to go home. I’ve talked to her about switching him to days, but she says that the daytime cook is a single dad and doesn’t have anybody to watch his kids at night. Joe's usually pretty chipper till about nine o’clock. That’s when he turns into the grouch, we all know and love. The one that takes his time picking the strongest smelling onions to chop up loudly and throw pans in the storage area. Sherry walks out of the office and looks at me with a questioning look. I shrug my shoulders and go back to washing the beer mugs. It’s 11:30 when Sherry asks, “Ya’ll rea
I walk to the door and just as I am about to open it, it swings open and tall slender man steps out. I can feel his disappointment at the realization that I am headed inside. From the looks of it, and the smell of him he is likely the guy that works in the kitchen and is heading out. It doesn’t surprise me when he says, “honey, I hope you’re looking for liquid lunch cuz the kitchens closed.” I put on my warmest smile, he has kind eyes, and I don’t want to keep him from whoever he is trying to get home to. I can feel the devotion and love radiating from him, and I know that he cherishes them.Before I have a chance to reassure him, I step inside the door and freeze. As soon as I see him, I know that Lily was not bullshitting me. He stands up and faces me. He is tall, taller than me, a lot taller than me. I’m six feet tall and he has to be about 6’7”. His long golde