Sienna is in the Lauren family quarters, helping Toby and Marlee with their homework, when the strangest sensation of rage seizes her.
Toby looks up immediately, even before she pushes away from the kitchen table and presses a hand to her chest. “What’s wrong?” he asks urgently, setting his pad down.
Wetting her lips, she takes a deep breath and focuses. The force of it is coming from the bond, from Hawke; they refuse to shield each other from even the most disagreeable of reactions, especially with the den settled and the immediate danger passed. I won’t hide if you won’t, he told her in the deep dark silence of their cabin, alone and away from the den for a brief night. The ice-blue eyes of the wolf stared at her, and she stared back, unrelenting. She will not be cowed
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Walker arrives a few moments later, and she and Hawke are able to go back to their quarters, to the alpha rooms she has helped make her own. She feels like she finally belongs to a place as opposed to shifting aimlessly. In the privacy of their rooms, she turns to him as he shuts the door and plants her hands on her hips.
“So?”
Hawke runs a hand through his hair, eyes still hard and dark with anger. “Someone sent a messenger for you.”
“Ming,” she says, a frisson of fear touching her under the skin.
“Yes,” Hawke grits out.
“And?” she asks.
Hawke’s lips pull back. The wolf is riding high against the skin. She can see him in the pale blue of his eyes, the white sharp sheen of his teeth. “It can’t be delivered.”
Oh. Sienna blinks. “You killed the messenger.”
“I had to,” he says. “He had a gun trained on Riley as he was delivering it.”
There is a hurricane inside of him, she thinks as she watches him. A hurricane to match the firestorm lacing her blood, her bones
( ... )
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ahaha. oh phillipe, just go with it.
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Sienna is in the Lauren family quarters, helping Toby and Marlee with their homework, when the strangest sensation of rage seizes her.
Toby looks up immediately, even before she pushes away from the kitchen table and presses a hand to her chest. “What’s wrong?” he asks urgently, setting his pad down.
Wetting her lips, she takes a deep breath and focuses. The force of it is coming from the bond, from Hawke; they refuse to shield each other from even the most disagreeable of reactions, especially with the den settled and the immediate danger passed. I won’t hide if you won’t, he told her in the deep dark silence of their cabin, alone and away from the den for a brief night. The ice-blue eyes of the wolf stared at her, and she stared back, unrelenting. She will not be cowed ( ... )
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Walker arrives a few moments later, and she and Hawke are able to go back to their quarters, to the alpha rooms she has helped make her own. She feels like she finally belongs to a place as opposed to shifting aimlessly. In the privacy of their rooms, she turns to him as he shuts the door and plants her hands on her hips.
“So?”
Hawke runs a hand through his hair, eyes still hard and dark with anger. “Someone sent a messenger for you.”
“Ming,” she says, a frisson of fear touching her under the skin.
“Yes,” Hawke grits out.
“And?” she asks.
Hawke’s lips pull back. The wolf is riding high against the skin. She can see him in the pale blue of his eyes, the white sharp sheen of his teeth. “It can’t be delivered.”
Oh. Sienna blinks. “You killed the messenger.”
“I had to,” he says. “He had a gun trained on Riley as he was delivering it.”
There is a hurricane inside of him, she thinks as she watches him. A hurricane to match the firestorm lacing her blood, her bones ( ... )
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how very dare you, emma
but this is so very good and them. cut from the same indeed and they both know what it means.
♥ thank you so much!! i'm just gonna go sob
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