fyskar
-
Over the course of the ten minutes it took to clear his lungs of the liquid and his skin to come back to a normal temperature, Fane had time to sort through the memories he now could flip through easily. It was all at the edge of his fingertips. Nothing hid from him behind walls…
-
Ishan stepped into a closet sized bedroom stuffed with a bunk bed, a dresser, and a crate of worn toys. The sun cast orange rays on the brown shag carpet. Greasy wood paneling held onto the nauseating scent of tobacco. Laughter alerted him to the door behind him. He eased the warm brass handle to…
-
Lights played across the fogged-up back windows of the car. It smelled of cheap spirits and cigarette smoke. He was curled up under a thin blanket. He had kicked off his shoes, and his toes were cold from the holes in his crusty socks. Melody had finally relented and let him use her as a…
-
“Aggressive fear and anger, followed by meditation, and then – let’s just call it joy shall we? You need a graph similar to that,” Fane pointed at the paper in disdain as the group stood around him on the jump deck in the ship. He was stripped down to little more than a pair of…
-
It was late in the afternoon. Lunch had been simple and fast. Sophia had made sure of that. Fane and Bern sat on the bed on either side of the white wolf. Yeller sat in a chair facing them, worry creasing his expression. Ishan leaned up against the wall next to the door. Sophia had…
-
Fane was practically buzzing. Ishan watched, baffled at the new bounding ball of energy. Ishan had seen him happily content, yes, but Fane was excited, and not in a murderous way. He slipped his arsenal into his holsters but neglected his socks and boots. His hair pooled around him in a copper curtain. His eyes…
-
Corbin, Sophia, and Bern showed the young man with the wolf and Hana to a room that was being used as the medical area for the facility. They left Fane and Ishan to attend to the other wolves in the cafeteria. The group regarded each other with unease.
-
“You sure you want to do this?” Ishan sat next to Fane on the firing range. Fane had made sure the prince had been outfitted with a pair of mufflers. The bodyguard flicked a glance at Bern. The highlander pulled in a breath and shrugged a little. “It’s up ta him,” Bern nodded at the…
-
Breathing hard, the three found themselves back on Bern’s beach. Bern wasn’t ready for it when Ishan barreled toward him, catching him in the jaw with a hard left hook. It threw the connection and Bern, Fane, and Ishan tumbled back onto the grass outside of the warehouse.
Chapel Orahamm 