As soon as Harlyn brought her fist down, this time, she was surprised by the swiftness of Valene’s counter.Without struggle, she caught Harlyn’s hand into hers. “That’s enough of that.” Her gnarl was guttural and inhuman. She twisted Harlyn’s arm back.Harlyn let out a howl of pain. Valene hadn’t snapped her arm yet, but I knew that it was coming.“You-you think I’m afraid of you! You think that….that you’re better than me?!” Harlyn struggled to bark through her pain. “Just because you’re no longer a weak, and tormented little human that nobody ever wanted! Not even your own mother!”With her arm still in her grasp, Valene stepped forward and so did I. This time, neither Tor
Vale:“Disperse! Everyone disperse!” I could hear my father saying this but it was like an echo in a distant world. I knew that he was saying this on account of me, and my mother. I knew that our power colliding like it did, was damaging to everything around us, but I just couldn’t stop. We just couldn’t stop. Rage had completely taken over.Not only me, but my mother as well. Fierya felt my rage and she tried to keep us grounded but there was something even stronger than her. She was muted by both of our life’s trauma and the emotions that came along with it. There was an unstoppable fury that seemed to engulf us both, and there was no stopping it. Not without intense physical intervention. And who on earth had such strength? Part of me hoped that someone would stop it, but another part of me...the feral part of me wanted to release it all. We fought. We fought hard and anyone who got into our way was only collateral to us both. I wanted it to stop! I wanted it to stop. Or at lea
I just wasn't ready for this conversation just yet. Not yet, so I grabbed some clothes, that I’d lounge in, and then I went into the bathroom and took a shower. Surely washing the blood and dirt off of me would calm me down. After an hour under the rain of well-pressured hot water, I left the shower, oiled down and put on my lounging gear. Fully expecting to just…play my frustrations away.I opened the door, and walked out, and sensed that he was still there. “What are you still doing here?” I asked, though part of me felt like I shouldn’t have been surprised. “I told you that I wasn’t going anywhere.” He shrugged haphazardly as his he took a look around my room, fiddling around with the odd knick knack that was lying around. I grabbed a beer from the mini fridge, and popped it open, I then took a drink of it. “I don’t want to talk to you.” “Yes, you do,” he said without hesitation. It was clear that he was not going to back down. “Now, tell me what it is that you think I wouldn’t
Ares:Alastair decided to wait a few days before reconvening. It seemed that his one-on-one with Merari ended far better than mine did with Valene. The alpha she-wolf or whatever she was, seemed to be in higher and far more sensible spirits than she was that evening. Though it was evident that she was wracked with some semblance of guilt over what happened. As much could be seen when everyone crowded into the meeting room that afternoon. An apology was itching to leave her lips with every single member of the meeting she approached. In a lot of ways-though I hadn’t known Ms. Van Doren for long, in many ways she reminded me of Valene. There was no wonder that the two could not get along. “Young alpha.” I turned to her when I heard her voice. I knew that she wasn’t talking to Alastair. She’d never call him young, and while I was significantly older than she, I could see why she’d consider me young. I certainly looked the part. “Ms. Van Doren,” I greeted. “Alpha Barbosa will do.”
Alastair:“He was the first known Gold Blood created by the Goddess Moon.” she said, and immediately everyone’s attention was captivated everyone in the room. Including me.No one had ever heard of ‘the first Gold Blood in history’ but everyone had always been curious about it. How could one not be?“He was human, of course, as normal as you’d imagine a young boy to be,” Merari smiled.And as she smiled, I wondered why. It bothered me that someone else’s memory…another man’s memory was something that she found some sort of solace in. What was worse was that, according to the path in which this story was headed, I knew that this bloody bastard was connected to the situations that had been going on in Shadow Veil of late. “Well, obviously he didn’t stay that way,” I retorted with a bit more aggression than intended. Merari noticed this and with her brow now raised with irritation, she continued. “Yes, alpha Wade, you're right. He did change. And that change started just like any other
“They’re right,” Merari seemned to agree with Harlyn and young Talon. Fortunately. “Knowing my story will not help you understand his. All you need to know is that he was there when I needed him the most. He saved my life and in doing so, he saved my daughter’s life.”There was something hurtful about what Merari had just said. The fact that another man was there for her. For our daughter…when I should have been the one to save her from the horror of Caris’s feral rage. It was almost too much for me to listen to, but I knew that it was a just punishment-this knowledge. In fact, I deserved far worse as an absentee, bum father.“Unfortunately,” Merari started again. “I thought he was good,” she said. “Until he wasn’t. I fled, and now he is looking for me,&rdqu
Alastair:Merari was hysterical as she informed me of this potential reality and she was almost certain that she was not imagining her suspicions of Agnes. While the assumption caught me off guard, I would not have put it past her to do so. Nevertheless, I knew that with the complexity of the suspect in question and her relation to my delta, this would not be an easy problem with an easy resolution. I had convinced her of as much that night during our conversation. She wasn’t happy about it-not by a long shot. However, I was at least able to calm her down enough to persuade her to allow us to reconvene at a later time. That allotted me a few days to consider how to go about pursuing the situation further. Unfortunately, Valene’s recent mental instability was another concern that kept her at bay for a few days as we both tried keeping her close on our radar. Fortunately, Ares made it no secret of his concerns and devotion to Valene’s well being. He assertively volunteered and it was
Ares:She had been playing erratically all throughout the day and night. Nothing had changed since last I’d seen her and we did not part on the greatest of terms then. My little pet was not the happiest of campers when I intervened in her last meal. Though part of her, I’m sure, was relieved when I did interrupt her last kill as this one, unlike the others, was simply an innocent man trying to get home to his wife and children. I stood at her door for a moment, not saying anything. There was no point, to be honest. We both knew that she was not in a talking mood. I just needed her to know that whether she was in the mood to talk to me or not, I was there nonetheless. And with a present for her, no less.“I could only imagine how incomplete you must be feeling about not having your bow.”It was then that I relinquished the bag in my hand and gingerly laid it against her door. "These are specially made. Just for you,” I said. I was under no assumption that she would open the door fo