With her task done, Proserpina gently tugged off of her gloves and half-turned away from him, the shadows already growing to take her home… but Alastor suddenly held his hand out, his fingers very nearly touching the shadow as he stood up, as if intending to follow her.

At that, Proserpina wordlessly commanded the shadows to disperse all at once before it stole his. She glared at the stormy skies, her gaze tired and accusing because she was so certain that somewhere out there in the clouds, way up high in Mount Olympus... there was a certain goddess of love laughing while watching Proserpina's current dilemma.

Then again, it could be Eros for all she knew…

"Are you deaf or are you dense?" Proserpina snapped, not bothering to look behind her, "I am not interested."

"Is this because I'm a werewolf?"

–Excerpt from Chapter IV: Touch Me Not

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"Failing to recognize someone sometimes makes us think that they look like themselves."


"Wow, congratulations, Captain Obvious, what gave it away? Was it the face? Oh please, tell me it was the face," Alistair drawled, sarcastically.


"No," the woman deadpanned, looking so completely done with this conversation; "...it was when you so rudely accused me of kidnapping."


Well, excuse him for being so judgmental but seriously, could you blame him?! Alistair had every right to think of the worst, especially after what he had been through! And meanwhile, some weird woman was walking around, dragging Alastor as though she was holding a dead body and out of the blue, starts calling him a doppelganger and straights-up threatens him with bodily harm! That was just–what was that word again? Oh yeah–SUS!


"You're one to talk!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation, "You were the one who starts spewing nonsense about me being a doppelganger–!"


Chapter 36: The White Wolf (part 2)