Louise Baston

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 wouldn't worry, Sterling,/" Jonathan breathed. We were both stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as Lumen happily splashed in the frothy coating of bubbles, dragging his little diving bath toys down to their death. His eyes were on the boy, but I knew that despite that, I was the holder of his full attention. /"Asher can't do anything./"

He had been a thorn in my side ever since I had first spared his life. His recent shenanigans had hardly surprised me, but the timing was a bitch, and I had spent the last twenty-four hours cursing the mother-fucking shit out of myself for allowing the faulty little fuck-weed to live. Especially when every damn instinct I had screamed at me to slaughter him.

/"He can do plenty, Johno,/" I said softly, scowling slightly as Lumen scooped up a handful of bubbles and offloaded them right into his mouth. He spluttered and spat, but it served the little dumb idiot right.

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