This was one of the writing prompts started in 2016 and never finished and since I’m clearing my drafts, I decided to finish this and post it. Enjoy the first writing of 2017.
“It’s over now.”
“No, it’s not,” She whispered back, her grey eyes wide and her lithe body shook.
“It hasn’t even begun.”
My breathing stuttered and I waited for Lennox’s one-liner to come to fruit at this very moment like it did in the movies. My alpha captured my eyes and his darted to the left signaling me.
I searched the dark room of the motel waiting for something to come crashing from the shadows and the battle of which she spoke of would begin, but minutes turned to hours and nothing. I still couldn’t shake away my tense shoulders. My ears remained alert to the sounds outside and the pack bonds.
Of course, miss premonition fell into a fitful sleep. Lennox dreamt while I lay awake pushing through desires to throttle her.
I had had enough.
“Don’t Grey,” Salem, my alpha, warned before I lunged out of the chair. His eyes glowed with fire through the dark room.
Warning heeded, I cursed and smashed the shot glass on the end table. I didn’t wince as the whiskey and glass cut into hands. My hands were already numb, bloody, and swollen from the battle that I thought would end all battles.
I cut my eyes to the seer that slept like a corpse. Apparently not. I was getting real tired of fucking fighting.
“Go, send someone else to keep watch, and get some sleep.” Salem commanded.
I growled, shot out the chair, and out the door. The blinding morning sun angered me more and added to a migraine I carried for days now.
“Mynor you’re needed.” I leveled my voice, showing no outward sign of anger. It was not their fault.
Mynor rose from the pack of werewolves situated just outside of the motel room. They waited around our bevy of cars awaiting their next moves. All bloody and I’m sure with something broken.
Their appearance weighed heavy on me.
He opened his mouth to speak but at my raised brow he shut it. I rolled my shoulders back and took many deep breaths during the walk to my motel room.
I didn’t want to hurt Lennox, not really, I could never touch her. I was just so gotdamn pissed and frustrated at the unknown.
I felt someone trailing behind me and once I got into my room I whirled on her. Penn.