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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She gave him a look as if to say: well, DUH!


"I thought you were in shock when that leech, you know, ratted me out," Alastor reminded her, wincing at the memory, "...William was the one who told you, didn't he?"


"I'll start then," Winters muttered, crossing her legs and Alastor forced himself not to stare at the way the darker strings seemed to contrast so vividly against her porcelain-like skin because that would be just plain rude, not to mention creepy, "Who else knows?"


Alastor shifts uneasily, sensing that she was back to business again and that its probably better if he looks at her in the eye again, "No one just... just two of my closest friends; Harry and Sean–he's the Northern pack's beta by the way, don't worry, they're trust-worthy and I made them swore not to tell anyone. Also, there's my twin brother, Alistair, the alpha."


Her eyes narrowed, "I thought you were the alpha?"


Chapter 46: The Calm Before the Storm (part 2)