After his little excursion in the shower, Aiden made quick work of washing himself and jumping out of the hot spray. He wrapped a grey towel around his waist and padded with soaking feet back into his room toward his wardrobe. He pulled a black shirt and a pair of jeans from his closet, along with a clean pair of underwear which he hastily pulled on. Just as he buttoned his blue jeans a knock resonated from his door. Without thinking Aiden called out to whomever was on the other side of the door allowing them to enter his room. Griffon strode in comfortably but stopped three paces into the room. He took a deep breath in, and his head shot towards the bathroom door with an alarmed look in his eyes. Aiden, whose back had been turned to his guest, heard the startled gasp and spun around to stare at his best friend. It took him a moment to realize why the man had such a dumbfounded look on his face. “It’s not what you think!” He rapidly shouted, embarrassment blooming in his chest. “
Aaron and Jean had an intense discussion after he and his own horde of people had arrived outside the small healthcare facility, it was more a large clinic than a hospital to the man. He had met his Luna who had been waiting for their arrival outside the building, she had greeted him in a business-like fashion as he had lowered his head in a respectful bow. “My Luna,” he gruffed. “Aaron, good to see you,” Jean had replied stiffly. This had been the moment she had dreaded for the past two years. She leaned her head around the gargantuan man and caught a glimpse of Charlene, her boy Griffon, and another boy who was still his father’s spitting image. “Jean, wonderful to see you again,” Charlene came forth and pulled the witch into her arms in a warm greeting. “Charlene, lovely as always,” the witch found comfort in the female werewolf’s presence. She’d understood the reasons behind her actions and perhaps could provide her the support she would undoubtedly need. “Aiden, you’ve cer
It had been a beautiful day to all but the two Stilinski brothers who both found the sunshine and smiling faces quite redundant and disdainful. The nurses went about their mundane tasks on this quotidian day. They came and went from the rooms on their rounds, doctors checked up on patients, and family members visited on and off as the hours ticked by. Raymond Stilinski had been placed on the third floor of the small institution this backwater town called a hospital. In all his time wandering the streets of this lilliputian settlement he had never been as irked as he was now confined to a stiff hospital bed. The only enjoyment he had was when the beautiful promiscuous nurses tended to stray into his room every now and again. Ray had played his part to a tee and was rewarded with news of a certain brunette who roamed the through the health care center. He entertained himself with the giggling care workers who ogled him and pouted over his tragic ‘accident’. Sure, he desired to make
After a lot of urging from both Alexa and her trusty caretaker, Connie Markos the nurse practitioner, the duo had finally been able to send all visitors home. Alexa could see the exhaustion her family was trying to hide from her clear as day. The room had still been filled with a subtle, yet tangible tension and it was something she was going to get to the bottom of, but first, they needed as much rest as she did. Now alone she eventually agreed to take the mild sedative and painkiller Connie had been discreetly coercing her to take throughout the day. The sun had set not long after and the redhead settled back into her bed allowing the dull waves of false sleepiness to wash over her. Connie came to check on her one last time before clocking off for the day unknowingly leaving a window of opportunity open for an insidious plan. Dull-hickory-colored eyes watched the caramel-skinned nurse as she cluelessly passed by the alcove he had stowed away in. Behind him, his brother sat awaiti
Thirty minutes, that’s all it would take to change a person’s life forever. Just a mere thirty minutes and a once bright future would ruined. But before that, the moon goddess in all her glory shone her light down on the world. That soft silver glow filled her subjects with peace and tranquility as she softly guided them to sleep. Aiden and his father had returned home an hour before dusk after being chased away from the hospital. Luna Jean had agreed to come back to the pack the following day to continue a discussion they had been having in the room while he and Griffon had distracted the girls in the room. Griffon and his mother decided to remain in town whilst father and son made their way back into their wooded home. “She seems like a fine young woman, son,” Aaron had stiffly commented, the situation was so bizarre he was unsure of how to approach it. “Thank you, father,” the young black-haired male replied awkwardly, “I think she’ll be a great Luna,” “Yes, I could see her fa
Fire, it burned like white-hot flames spread through her nose, mouth, and down the back of her throat. Each breath taken was done so in pure utter agony as the oxygen in the cool air stoked the flames engulfing her. Oh, how it burned! She could hardly stand it; she needed water, and she needed it now! But her body refused to move. Why wouldn’t her body move? Her arms and legs were so heavy, almost like they were being weighed down by a ten-ton weight. Oh god! The fire was spreading licking at her insides with pure glee as it went, disseminating to her chest and lighting up her lungs. She took in a breath, but it was like adding gasoline to the flames and it made her cough. Her muscles cried out in protest as she hacked away. And then as if that weren’t enough her head began to pound, the blood rushing in her ears like a river, roaring with each painful thump of her heart adding to her misery. It’s like they say, “Misery loves company”, she thought bitterly, when would this end? S
He was ready to pull the hair from his own scalp before his father, and their enforcers arrived. Griffon had to physically hold him down just to keep him from sprinting off on his own. And had he not been surrounded by humans he would have torn the throat out of his best friend. Aiden paced back and forth in the small room at the hospital, the one that used to contain his mate. He could smell her fear, her anger, and two distinct male scents as well. It was driving him up a wall, his wolf was snarling in anger, which translated to his own scowl that had just seeped into the dark emotion. He was going to find these two males that had dared touch his mate and rip them limb from limb until he bathed in their blood. “No, you will not,” “Shut up Griffon, you have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do to these soon-to-be dead men,” “Might I remind you, I am still the Sheriff of this town, and do not condone acts of murder,” Aiden spun his furious gaze on the older man sitting i
Her legs cried out in pain as they were assaulted again and again by the unyielding concrete steps. It was too dark for her to see the darn flight before her, so she fumbled with her footing, desperately trying to avoid any new additions to her bruises. Raymond Stilinski, the brawny brute who had taken it upon himself to stalk her best friend and cousin, had a merciless grip on her upper right arm. “Hey, my arm doesn’t bend that way dimwit!” she insulted him even as she was being half haphazardly dragged toward an unknown location that just so happened to be at the top of a flight of stairs so hard the world could crumble around them, and they would still be standing. Her bare feet scraped against the rough concrete; she was sure she would be missing a few slices of her soles by the time they stopped. The thug before her was twisting her arm into such positions she was sure were humanly impossible, and he just ignored her protests. He came out of the basement before she did, and he