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

Coming around was about as fun as skinny-dipping in a wasps nest: it didn't take long for everything to hurt.

But by the same token, it didn't take long for the discomfort to dismantle beneath the luxuries that I had once taken for granted. A bed beneath me, as soft as feathers, caressing my body like a thousand tiny kisses, and a blanket thrown over me, warm, dry, and bearing the scent of a place, or rather, person, I had come to call home.

Sense eluded me for a good few moments, and it took a few more blinks of 'what the fuck' before my brain got with the programme and realised firstly where I was, and secondly, that I was not alone.

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