Hers (#1)

01| new beginings

It was 7'o'clock in the morning and two figures entered the usually empty school hallway. One was a lumbering, giant blonde man with a cashmere coat that he looked like he wanted to rip off.

The other slightly more petite figure belonged to a woman of Chinese decent with long black hair and a muscled framed. A deep, weathered scowl adorned her features as she whispered to the blonde man:

"Are you sure this is the place?"

"Yes," he answered, eyes darting across the corner to check for any intruders. "Alpha Lorien says that this is the only school in their Central. They wouldn't have risked a human school, they aren't stupid."

The words seem to distress the woman further as her frown sinks deeper. "They were stupid enough to attack a small Pack halfway across the world." She quips, tone bitter.

The blonde man, whose name was Logan, turns towards the Chinese lady and makes a face. "It wasn't stupid and you know that. They wanted to intimidate you and--"

"And I'm thousands of miles away from China looking for them." She sighs, a heavy pained sound. "Of course. I always do this. He always provokes me." Her voice grows more hushed and her words seem personal. He remains quiet, leaving the woman in her thoughts. Logan knows it's best not to talk when she got like this, not if he wanted his head pushed off.

"Alpha," he begins tentatively. "What do you want me to do?"

"Blend in as usual." She looks up into his watery grey eyes and continues. "You were lucky enough to get the opportunity to stay here for high school. I want you sniffing out the culprit and when you do I want every inch of him shipped back to the Central Pack. Understand?" Logan nods and walks further down the hallowed hall, eyes flitting towards the clock on the wall.

"And then?" He asks even though he already knows the answer.

"And then you return with me."

"Back to Wuyan?"

"Yes. The, the," she struggles to find the right words that won't completely put him off. "The issue I've been dealing with has gotten a lot more prominent over the past few months. I need your presence and your skills."

He wants to argue but he knows that it was an order, not a request. Besides, Alpha Lana didn't take to well to those who defied her. He'd been planning on returning anyways as it was his home.

"Alright."

She tilts her head slightly towards him as a sign of respect. It means nothing to her but the world to him. It meant that she trusted him. Suppressing his smile, he faces her and returns the bow.

"I'll find him."

..

marcus
I usually had strange dreams. Ever since I was little and my estranged father dropped me on the head, every Thursday I dream something that would most likely come true.

When I was 14, I dreamed of a feather floating down from heaven. Who ever touched it would get sick. Two weeks later, while we were stationed in Angola, there was an outbreak of bird flu.

They were very vague, symbolic 'visions' (as my sister put it) that usually 'fucked shit up.' (Again, as my sister put it.) Last night, there was an empty field. I was standing there looking at myself in some sort of distant reality when a wolf with--I shit you not--wings swooped me up and threw me into a stack of bones. When I landed, my hand was clutching a single red rose.