Another crunch from the apple turns my head the Luna’s way. She’s standing beside me watching the show, eating her apple. I hope she bites into a big fat worm so she can taste foulness on her timque instead of the happiness I’m smelling from what she’s seeing
Kennedy’s falling down now on her knees, holding onto his legs, her head bowed, pressing against his shins, words tumbling out of her mouth that 1 can’t hear His hand is en her head, ramming through her hair, trying to calm her with touch.
His eres are closed, his chest heaving up and down. Bruises are all over his face, and his neck looks like someone went for a full and missed just slightly. It’s being well Within a day, it should be gone, like the fight between two males never happened
Emerald orbs focus entirely on me, lighting my skin on fire, his dirty blond hair messy in the front, as if he were trying to pull his own hair out. His eyes are red and pulty; they mitch my own
I’m looking like some gawker at a horrible car crash scene. I just can’t look away. This is a very private moment between the two of them, and I am witnessing it
She’s pounding the ground at his feet. The creature is completely broken. He takes a position to stand in front of her, shielding her from our view Protecting her from our intrusive eyes. He sinks down on his knees, picking her up like a newborn. A gentle rocking as her head lays against his chest. Rotten apples in various stages of decay liner the ground Can they smell the rot that’s festering around them?
“I want a transfer out.” I still can’t let my eyes leave them, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Luna
“No, we won’t grant you a transfer. You’re ours, and we won’t give you away to another pack” She takes another bite of the apple. How sweet is it on her tengue, the apple or the present circumstances?
“I won’t stay
“You will stay. There’s nowhere for you to go.” A faint hint of sadness is in her voice “This is where you belong.”
He’s still rocking her, cooing into her ear. He smoothes her hair down, his back still turned our way.
need to take it. Fight for him.” She’s trying to offer me advice that I don’t want.
“This is your chance, Rya. You need to t
“I tried to fight for him once, I have the scars to prove it It’s then that Kennedy’s head lifts up, and our eyes connect. She looks exactly how I looked all those years ago. Pulling away from his grip, she stands to take a step toward the house. She staggers slightly before righting herself. Canines descending claws coming out of her fingertips, her rage is potently directed at me. The darkness is swirling in those black irises: Her resolve is to take out the competition.
I can hear her yelling now, her voice raised in anger.
“How dare she come to our home!” She’s looking at me like I’m the other female. That I came knocking on their door to destroy her world.
In this moment, I do feel like the other woman, his dirty little secret that’s just coming out now. Except everyone has always known I am his except
them
With each step, skin is giving way to fur. The hair along the ridge of her spine is raised, hackdes up. She’s still legged, posturing jaws snapping open and shut. Teeth bared, wanting to sink into my flesh. She’s issuing a challenge to me. My nature is gripping me, wanting to tear into the throat of life, spill her blood once and for all, get rid of my competition, this complication.
Clayton looks on. A hand grips the scruff of her neck as she tries to clamp onto his hand with sharp teeth. Her wolf is insane with a need to fight. He’s restraining her in a tight grip. His body wraps around her dense form, trying to subdue the wolf. Places are switching. It’s his turn now to restrain his moon from his mate.
“Leave,” he says to me, looking straight in my eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.” His words hold disgust, as if I’m the catalyst for everything that I’m witnessing. That I am to blame for all this. He looks at me with such outward contempt that I take a step back. In this moment, all I can see is pure, unfiltered loathing from the both of them,
Breathe
“Lewe now!” Kimberly is stirring awake on the couch, eyes opening lazily, a stretch so her little belly sticks out of her shirt. She has a confused look in her eyes that I am in their home
I look around at everything in this room. My pictures would never feel right in a room that belongs to them. I would never really be able to get her smell out of this place Out of him.
The well that Clayton holds tries to break free, to fight for what she wants. Aguny is on his face. She’s in his bones, he might not be able to hold her mark, but she has branded his soul. They have greedily invaded and gorged themselves full on their love for each other. The legacy that they are making is a forked tongue trail. They have no one to blame but themselves.
She can have him
He’s not worth my fight.
