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“The pulsating felt more to me like an unsteady heart-beat than any other natural thing on this earth. It would beat, pause for a month, and suddenly pick up speed before being silenced again into a very soft murmur. It was subtle, yes, but it was also there. Along with it was an electrical hum in the air that made the fillings in my teeth buzz, my ears ache, and my palms itch. Something was coming and even the oblivious humans, the ones who knew nothing of the supernatural creatures living with them side by side, could feel it. Second glances were given to long-time friends and the feeling of untrusted had been buried deeply in the hearts of many. And, for the first time since I started watching over Sparrow Massachusetts, I felt completely helpless to stop whatever it was that was, indeed, coming…”
The Vampires Are Unsettled.Dominic hadn’t really been close to the girl, but the crushing blow of this loss was weight upon his shoulders that he didn’t want to have to bear. Sitting there at his desk, peering over the tips of his fingers that were pressed together in front of his ashen features, he wondered briefly who it was that had killed poor Hypatia. She had been outnumbered, obviously, and that didn’t even take a person with half a brain to figure out. Her body had been mauled, ripped to pieces, and her eyes still held the shock of turning around only to come face to face with her attacker...who then proceeded to rip out her throat.
He shifted slightly in his leather chair while remembering the details that others hadn’t probably noticed over the wailing that Scarlett had done having found one of her closest friends dead. The claw marks, the teeth marks, how and where they had been dragged into her skin. It had been brutal and the police were already hawking it up to be something to do with a wanted serial killer. No, Dominic knew who the real killer was…but he wasn’t allowed to touch him-them-until they slipped up and let him. Walking into Ambrosia, for instance, for them was no longer allowed and Mr. Valmont hadn’t wanted to hear a DAMN word about them breathing life into more creatures such as them. The vampires, on the other hand, had been condemned to their house in the wee hours of the morning because that was the time the werewolves would hunt and they could turn no other humans into vampires while on this land.
At that, Dominic gave a soft snort and a hint of emotion raced across his lips before disappearing as if it had never happened. It wasn’t turning humans into vampires that interested the king, but rather humans into slaves. The more working in his manor and protecting his people and keeping his things clean and orderly, the better. His throat was cleared when the door to his study was pushed open and a young girl stood there, nearly twenty-three, with her head bowed. “She isn’t in the house…sir,” she said meekly and automatically, Dominic tensed as deep lines were drawn into his colorless face. “Neither is Mr. Kent.”
And that was when he knew that something had to be done about Scarlett and her wondering eyes…
The Werewolves Are In A State Of Turmoil. His fist slammed down into the wooden table for which he stood at the head of, his eyes dilating so that there was only a lake of golden to hold the tiny island of black that was his pupil. “Don’t you think I’ve TRIED? There is no reasoning with him! The treaty stands.” If Chester didn’t get control over his temper, and soon, he’s easily shift into his alternate form. He could almost feel the bones aching to bend and stretch to accommodate his furry side. Silence enveloped the entire table and all eyes, all shades, were turned to their Alpha.
Sighing almost ruefully, he crossed his arms over his broad chest and straightened his spine. “No mating. No thinking of mating. Don’t even come and ASK me about having sex. No killing anywhere in the town that isn’t an alley or behind a bar. Don’t go NEAR Ambrosia if you can help it. I feel that Dominic will be harsher if another mistake is made.” A collective wince circled around the faces that stared at him, some of them dropping their eyes from their Alpha to gaze at the table instead, suddenly finding the wood exceedingly interesting. Everyone knew about what had happened to Kaleb by Dominic’s hand. To put it lightly, and this was putting it extremely mildly, he had been strung up by his tail while in his wolven form in the larger forest part of their territory. His talons were missing, all of them, his eyes plucked out and his heart was also MIA.
And then, Chester gave a harsh sound that was between snarl and bark and everyone knew that the meeting was over…if that was what it could have been called. The alpha had just called them all together to deliver the bad news and now, out in the autumn air with the stars twinkling brightly overhead and the bite from the wind hinting on the coming winter, it seemed that much realer. Maybe the competition for Alphess would slow now that all females involved knew that they wouldn't be getting intimate with the Alpha this winter. Maybe trying to hold rank and attain a mate instead of protecting your hide while out in the street was finally deemed more important. Maybe no one else would try and behead Chester now that they knew he was in the same boat as they, taking no more females than them.
While most of the pack was returning to their homes or treading deeper into the lands they owned, there was one of them whom was sneaking silently away, using the shadows for a cover. Obviously, he was up to no good…
And There Is Always Someone Watching...“We should make another move Ashton, keep them guessing.” His voice was gruff as sandpaper against stone as he spoke, his eyes flickering from his notebook in his lap to the mirror ahead of him. It was full length, displaying him sitting between his wife’s legs as she delicately raked a comb through his hair. “No Markus,” she murmured, her voice calm and smooth as her fingers followed the comb in neat lines. “They suspect each other and they know nothing of our existence.” He gave a small nod to these words, but the worry line etched across his forehead was still there.
Her eyes lifted from the hair of her husband to the mirror and she sighed greatly, meeting his stony gaze. “Relax. We have worked enough for the past three months and I believe we’re making great progress. As long as they don’t find out about us, we’ll be fine. Our next mission should maybe be to free those humans they have in their basement.” Markus tipped his head to the right for a second, considering her words with a smirk. Suddenly, his concentration traveled to his hand where a silver ball of what appeared to be fire had wrapped around it, flickering nonchalantly. The witch didn’t even seem to be burning. “Maybe so Ashton, maybe so.”