soul-beauty
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It's a three hour drive. Luna says that we are close by, compared to other packs. The moment we pull up into the scene of fighting men and training warriors- I regret my decision. I should not have come here. "I don't see Larry." The Luna is on edge. The Alpha insisted that she bring some pack warriors with her, since two females would be surrounded by so many males of other packs, but she declined, saying warriors of our own would be there.However we couldn't see them. "Let's just…get…-
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We are lucky really. Lucky that we have a pack doctor. Small packs like us don't usually have one. Most of the time we have to rely on other packs to send their doctors. Sometimes I wonder why pack doctors even are excluded to just one pack. Why there can't just be a system where every pack can have help. But packs are greedy. And they want what others don't have. So we are lucky. Lucky that one of our females went to visit her cousins and came back with a doctor. Lucky that he…
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I can't get this stranger out of my mind. Maybe it's because he's messing with Hank. Maybe, because Hank is so protective of me, I've picked up on it now, and am likewise, protective of him.But I still can't stop wondering. Black. I think black hair would suit him. And green eyes. Black hair and green eyes. It sounds like the perfect combination, and in the next few days I find myself painting a black haired, green eyed stranger. I title the collection, 'Black Moon.' Hank left…
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We all sit at the table. The order properly restored as dad sits at the head and Hank sits across from me."So…," Dad looks at Hank as he looks back at him. "How was it?!" Dad laughs, slapping a hand down on Hank's back before turning and laughing with me. He's excited. Excited by what he sees in his son.Hank grew.Within the month that he was gone, his muscles developed some. I take in the fading yellow on his cheek and the new cut above his eye. "Good," Hank grunts it out in a way that has dad and…
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Hank left that next morning. He only packed a backpack, before loading it in the back of Larry's truck and climbing in.He waved goodbye, saying he would be back to visit in a month. I glance at father when the road is empty. Glance and wonder what I will do with him. What I will say to him. In a month. A month of father. "I'm going to the pack house." Father glances at me and steps forward, licking his thumb before rubbing it roughly across my cheek. I flinch from the contact. Flinch from…
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I don’t think painting is done only by hands.I can't describe it well to people.Whenever my father asks me to come to dinner, to stop my work, put my brush down, and maybe take a break.I can't describe it well to people.Because I can't do what he asks me.I can't stop halfway through and then pick up the brush and look at the canvas as if there was no gap in time.I can't pause my thoughts, and hold onto them, going about my life- and then restore them to what it once was.Once it is gone.It's gone.I think…
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The females smile at me. Accept me. They think that because I don't want to train, I am accepting my role in staying back, finding a mate, and letting him control my life. Mate. I'm not sure I will have one. Not sure if when he finds me. He will want me. I look at their disapproving eyes as they take in my paint splattered hands. "Layla, why don't you wash those?" The Luna shakes her head. She doesn't approve. She thinks I waste my time. But she hasn't seen me paint. I look down at…
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"How was the pack house Layla?" I pause in my eating to look at dad. "Fine. The Luna liked my outfit." It wasn't the Luna. I just couldn't remember that other female's name. Dad smiles and nods, "I get a lot of comments about how cute you are. Cute. Adorable. I sigh and nod, smiling at dad as he passes a dish over to me. "So Hank, when are you leaving?" We look at Hank now, directing the conversation to him. He glances up and clears his throat, "Maybe tomorrow? I'm not really…
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