In the silvery waterfall of moonlight, Jonathan Aztec, my second in command, holding rank as Beta of the Northridge pack, was something to behold. His powerful shoulders seemed to carry the waning gibbous, and the shadows that devoured the vast grounds of Battleridge manor granted him a wide berth.
He was a superior specimen. He was a male worthy of the ranking he'd been bestowed. But like all creatures, he wasn't born perfect, and his character flaw was a fault that bled out into the night like a severed artery: Concern.
It charged the air between us, a thick blanket that settled against the lungs like a boa-constrictor's loving embrace.
"What did you find?" I asked. The perverse silence that had entombed the dilapidated courtyard, screaming so loud it rang through my ears like a twisted lullaby, was shattered upon his approach. His boots smacked against the waterlogged ground, echoing in a way that spoke of his failures before he'd even opened his mouth. 
"Nothing,"
.......
"Until I can figure out what's going on, nobody finds out about the boy. Understand?"
"Understood."
"You're not going to ..." The pause that followed dragged out. "He's just a baby, Sterling."
"You're dismissed."

The Littlest Light

I nodded. I had heard that too. And I had never seen or heard of a male witch to prove otherwise. /"And the demon claims that he isn't supposed to be able to have children at all. If he's telling the truth, it's no wonder the kid came out all shades of fucked up./"

It would also explain why he was so freaking powerful. Salem magic was not a force to be messed with. Combined with whatever messed up shit that Kenai was? It was a bad mix, for sure.

Opening his mouth to answer, Jonathan snapped his mouth shut when Lumen came running into the room, socks on his hand and one tucked into the neck of his shirt, letting it swing like a tie.

/"Look, daddy! I got munsta hands. Grrr!/"

/"Lou, you need to put them on your feet./"

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