This week's flash is inspired by a picture of French toast. Enjoy it!!
“It’s
driving you nuts, isn’t it?” Kraig asked. He was sitting on the couch in my
office while I paced from wall to wall. Park had been gone just one day, and I
was already antsy for his progress reports. He’s send them to all the alphas,
but I instructed him to let me know of any leads he found, not just the ones
that panned out.
“Don’t
pretend that you don’t feel the need to hunt down those bastards too.”
Kraig
eyed his claws and ran his tongue over his sharp fangs. That horrible stench
came from him again, the hatred he felt when he thought of the doctors. At
first I’d been relieved that Kraig’s natural scent was coming back, after
whatever drugs he’d been given had suppressed it. But I hated it when his scent
went bitter, and it made me desperate to cover it up with my scent to make it
go away. “You’re right.” He looked up. “But I don’t know what to do with these
instincts. It’s hard to control them.”
“Those
are your animal souls. Never forget, we’re not human, at least, not all human.
With a hunter’s nature, it’s against your instincts to let the chase go. Mine
too. That’s maybe the hardest lesson I’ve had to learn since my father died.”
Kraig
stood up. It’d been just a few weeks, but he’d put on weight and his hair was
beginning to grow out. His sharply jutting jaw and the black marks on his
cheeks and around his eyes made his stare intense. “You’re the alpha, so you’ll
stay behind to protect your streak. To protect me.”
A
stab of sorrow hit me. I stopped right in front of him. Cupping his cheek, I
stared into his eyes. “I missed you every single day you were gone. I didn’t
protect you back then, and I let your dad hurt you again, but I swear, I will
do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
Kraig
curled his hand over mine. “I know.”
“Park
will find out who was working with the doctor, and the people who killed your
father. Then we’ll decide how to handle them. I wish I could be out there,
hunting down the people who kept us apart for so long, but this is my life.” I
made a face. “I’ve become responsible.”
“The
curse of growing up. Kraig lifted an eyebrow. “You did have three calls this
morning about streak matters, and there’s a mountain paperwork on your desk.”
“Let’s
play hooky. I hate paperwork, and my dad always said to maintain a balance. Besides,
none of that is important. It seems everyone is behaving themselves right now.”
I glanced out the window. It was a nice day, and we’d been cooped up inside my
office all morning. “You know, we never had a chance to go on that picnic I
promised you.” I let go of his face and pulled him closer to me with my free
hand on his low back. “Sunshine, food, privacy….”
Kraig
snorted. “There’s not much of that to go around right now.” Lydia was staying
with us, which made Park and Kraig more relaxed, and I couldn’t say I minded
the delicious meals she made. Besides, she seemed to like the distraction of
taking care of us. It was hard to be quiet, though, when all I wanted to do was
lose myself with my mate. Bonded werekin hearing was just too acute.
“What
do you want to eat?”
“Speak
of the devil,” I whispered.
“I
heard that.” Okay, so Lydia didn’t just have bonded werekin hearing… she had those
mom ears that heard everything. “Sandwiches?”
A
wicked idea came to me. “How about some French toast?”
“Really?”
Lydia sounded skeptical.
“Oh
yeah.”
“All
right.” She kept muttering as she headed into the kitchen.
Kraig
looked at me strangely. I slipped my hand under his shirt to stroke the smooth
muscles of his back. “It’s your favorite. Think about it. Crispy toast. Warm
butter. Syrup.” Kraig’s eyes flared
and then went to half-mast. Oh yeah, he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Wonder
if that spot we found by the lake is still a secret?” he said.
“Of
course it isn’t,” Lydia called out. “You think you guys were the first to roam
the streak’s property?”
I
made a face.
“Shouldn’t
be anyone out there now though.”
“Good.
Thanks, Mom,” Kraig called. He pulled me really close, putting his lips right
next to my ear. “I hope she doesn’t bother with plates or silverware. I don’t
think we’re going to need them.”
The End*Don't worry, the story continues, but I need to shift POV. Can you guess who?
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