A wolf, a demon, and a fiend.
Forsaken angels with burned wings.
Hold your breath and stop your tears,
for a Reapers beast is drawn to fear.
A decade ago, they were hunted, only for the surviving two children, Raze & Rainy Reaper, to be forced ba...
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First rule of fighting a Reaper, especially the infamous Grim Reaper. . . Don't.
"OUT!" I growl at the man dragging the last unconscious body through the foyer. "You have what you came for. Now get the fuck out of my house." He cringes as I slam the door.
Fuck! I knew this day was coming.
The past has finally caught us, and judging by the mass of blacked out sedans, they are expecting to take us all. . . or at least me. I pray to the Great Wolf, that they know nothing of Rainy. For all they know, father and I are the last living wolves of the Reaper bloodline.
I step into the Livingroom where mother rushed to after the E.T.F, Extraction Task Force, stormed in and hauled our father off. Not after he cleared out about thirty of them. He went easy on them, lucky pricks.
'Keep her safe, keep her sane.' His last words echo in my head as I shove down the simmering rage.
"Where are they taking dad?" Rainy asks quietly, studying mom with a raised brow as she slowly descends the stairs.
Her soft tone catches my attention. She is just as intimidating and intense as our father, but the way she questions mother, reminds me of that scared little girl from nine years ago. Utterly confused and drenched in so much blood-shit, I shake the memory from my mind. Focus dipshit.
"If we are lucky..." Mom begins. "He will be kept at The Yukon Reserve up north."
"Reserve my ass." I say, as my jaw ticks. "Fucking wildlife prison for wolves and shifters a like."
"Will he be, okay?" Rainy questions. "On his own?"
Her voice still soft and timid, it makes my chest ache. Fuck. My fingers run through my hair in frustration. I know that question was more for her than our father. She depends on him for some level of sanity in her fucked-up head.
"He is a Reaper." I mutter, hoping she gets my subtle encouragement meant for her. "Of course, he is going to be okay." I sit, lean forward in fathers' leather armchair and lift the lid of his cigar box with my pinky. Settling one between my teeth. I rest an elbow on my right knee as I strike a match and take several long puffs, knowing the scent will calm her. It works and she inhales deep.
"Right." The words fall from her lips, like she is talking to herself and to no one in particular.
"We are all going to be okay. It's not like we haven't been through worse." Mother lets out a breath, turns to face the window, and looks out to the several blacked out sedans that roll up.
Brotherly instinct kicks in, I glance sideways to my baby sis. Rainy stiffens in her seat at mother's statement. I don't know if she is aware of her own reaction.
A flicker of panic dilates her eyes then within that same second, they glaze over and just like that, all emotion is wiped from her being. How she manages to seamlessly disconnect so quickly is beyond me. Where do you go Rainy? My eyes move from my stone like little sister to my worried mother.
